Medicine l.s

Get over it

"You know harry, you've really got to get over this.  You've been dragging this on for over 5 months now!  Meet someone new! Maybe you'll find someone that'll treat you better."  Gemma says while her harry are talking over the phone

"You acted like he treated me like shit, he treated me good...he loved me" Harry says his voice on the edge of breaking

"That's why he cheated on you? Yeah, right"  Gemma can hear Harry gasp at the remark, "Look harry, he might have loved you and all but once a cheater always a cheater.  I'm sorry for being so blunt here but you really need to get out more and have fun."  "Find someone new!  You're 22 for Christ sakes!  Go out and get drunk!  Go to bars! Hit on someone!  You don't have to date everyone you meet, that's what one night stands are for.  Stop getting so attached to everyone you meet."

Harry's silently crying now knowing what his sister is saying is true,  "I'll try...but I can't guarantee that it'll work" Harry hangs up after telling Gemma goodbye.

He gets up and looks at himself in the mirror that sits up on that wall, he needs to get better and be happy he will try, he'll try.

Later that night, 10:42 pm

Harry walks out of his bathroom with a white towel hanging low off his hips steam rising off his shoulders, he drops the towel after drying himself and grabs a pair of blue boyfriend jeans and a Britney Spears t-shirt he got when his best friend Niall took him to her concert in Vegas.

"Harry! Are you ready to go?!"  A thick Irish accent calls after him

"I just need to put some shoes on, wait in the car!" He shouts, he can hear Niall run down the stairs soon followed by the front door slamming shut.  Harry grabs his white and black vans and slips them on with a pair of long white socks covered by his jeans, some of his ankles showing.  He turns around looking at himself in the mirror fixing his short hair, s' not too bad he thinks

He then meets Niall in the car 10 minuets later "take a fucking year why don't ya" Niall says,  Harry rolls eyes and tells him to shut up and drive.  His stomach fills with butterflies as they drive to the pub, it's the first time he's been out clubbing in 3 months.