Rainbows After the Storm

The End

HERE WE GO LADIES AND GENTS

CHAPPIE 1

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CHAPTER 1 ~ THE END

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with me, Max?" Harry popped his head around the corner of the bedroom door to ask his boyfriend of three years.

"Babe, I told you I'll be fine." Max smiled at the worried look on Harry's face. "I'm pretty sure Gem still hates me." Harry giggled, crawling onto the bed to kiss Max.

"I'm like 80% sure she doesn't hate you." He playfully rolled his green eyes. "I mean, I don't have to go..."Harry pouted.

"Harold Styles, you are going to go celebrate your sister's birthday. You're going to go get proper drunk. You're not allowed to come home before midnight, and once you get home... oh boy, the things I'm gonna do to you." Max winked and licked his lips. Harry flopped back onto the bed, groaning.

"Maaaax, if you keep it up, I won't be going anywhere." He whined, pulling Max's body on top of himself. He pressed a kiss to Max's lips.

"Harry," Max whispered. "I would love to keep you here all to myself, but your sister will hate me even more if you show up late, clothes wrinkled and sex hair." He laughed as he rolled off the younger lad.

"Fine. You win." Harry stuck tongue out at his boyfriend. "But when I get back here, you're getting it." He stood and stretched. "I'll be back in a few hours. Try not to miss me too much." After kissing Max, Harry slipped his boots on, headed for the door.

"No promises, Styles." Max called from the bedroom. Harry rolled his eyes and shut the apartment door. While he waited for the elevator, he sent a quick text to his sister, telling her that he was leaving now. When the elevator doors opened, Harry locked his phone and looked up.

"Oh, hi Stephen!" Harry greeted their neighbor and friend.

"Hey, H. Where ya off to?" Stephen Dormann looked up at Harry. Though he was older, Stephen was nearly a foot shorter than Harry.

"It's my sister's birthday, so we're going to the bar." Harry chuckled.

"No Max?" Stephen smiled, a rather strange look on his face. Harry shook his head. "Oh, well, tell your sis I said happy birthday." Harry said he would and got in the elevator.

When he walked through the doors of O'Malley's Pub, Harry was greeted with loud music and the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol. He waited a moment to allow his eyes to adjust from the streetlights to the flashing neon lights of the bar. Scanning the room, his eyes fell on his sister and some of her friends.There were so many moving, sweating bodies bumping into him while he tried to make his way through to his sister's group.

"Happy birthday, Gem!" Harry practically had to shout to be heard. Gemma squealed at the sound of his voice and spun around to attack him in a hug.

"Oh my God! Hazza!! Here have a drink." She shoved a drink in his direction and he was hit with the realization that Gemma was already drunk. Harry laughed and took a sip of the burning liquid before greeting her friends with hugs. Harry had never really been much of a drinker. Sure, he'd have a glass of wine with dinner on the rare occasions the he and Max went out.

Several hours and a lot of drinks later, the party went their separate ways for the night. Hugs were exchanged as everyone left. Soon, only Harry and Gemma were left. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come pick her up. He was waiting to make sure her boyfriend did come pick her up. Harry refused to leave his intoxicated sister alone on the sidewalk. When Brad pulled up, Gemma turned to Harry.

"Thanks for coming Haz. I love you. Please don't drive home. Take a cab or something. Hah, have Max come get you." She laughed at the last part.

"Don't worry Gem. I'll be alright. Happy birthday, sis. I love you too." Harry shut the car door behind her, waving at Brad. After the pair drove away, Harry flagged a taxi down. After climbing in the backseat and telling the driver the address, he pressed his head into the seat. He kept thinking of how much he loves Max and how he couldn't wait to fall asleep in his arms.

Harry opened his eyes when the driver's voice announced their arrival. He paid and thanked the driver before stumbling into the building. Exiting the elevator, Harry frowned when he struggled to control his long limbs. He smiled fondly and shook his head when he twisted the doorknob and saw that Max hadn't locked it.

Harry, in his intoxicated state, didn't notice the clothes tossed around randomly or the extra pair of shoes beside the door. He failed to notice two of his nice wine glasses set on the table in the hallway near the bedroom and how the most of the lights in the apartment were left on, all except the bedroom light and for some reason, the bedroom door was closed.

No, Harry noticed none of these strange things that, in normal conditions, would've caused him to worry. He smiled, pushing the bedroom door open and reached for the light switch. When the lights flashed on, Harry honestly thought he was dreaming. Max opened his eyes and squinted toward the door. When his vision focused and he saw Harry stood there, confusion written all over his face, he jumped up from the bed.

"Shit! Umm, hey, baby. Welcome home." Max freaked out because Harry didn't seem to register what was happening. He mentally hit himself, realizing his nakedness.

"Max? Why is Stephen in our bed?" Harry blinked, turning his attention to Max. "Why are you naked?" He gasped. "Oh my God. You're cheating on me." Tears pooled in his eyes, blurring his vision.

"Babe, it's not what it looks like." Max slowly moved toward Harry, approaching as if he was a dangerous animal that was ready to run.

"Really? Cuz I'm pretty sure it's exactly what it looks like." Harry felt the anger bubbling in him as his voice grew louder. Stephen sat up, looking between Max and Harry.

"Ah, shit." He whispered, getting out of the bed, looking for his trousers. Harry turned his glare toward his friend (well, ex-friend), causing Stephen to freeze.

"Get. Out." Harry spoke, his voice dangerously low. His jaw quivered, eyes flashing. Stephen grabbed his trousers and darted from the room. Max shifted on his feet, uncomfortably. He'd never seen Harry angry. Frustrated or upset, yeah. This was a first and he was actually a little scared.

"How long?" Harry didn't even look at Max.

"Ummm... it's only been a couple months with Steph..." Max mumbled.

"How many others have there been? Did you ever actually love me? Three years, Max. Three. You should've just ended it if you didn't actually want to be with me. Now I understand why you never want to have sex with me anymore. You're always saying that you're too tired. Probably from fucking the neighbor." By this point, Harry is hysterically crying. Max snorts, looking at Harry.

"You're pathetic. Look at you crying like a baby. God, you're so fucking stupid. I've been doing this for the last two years, right under your nose. And you've never caught on. There's been so many lovers here and you never knew. They've all been better than you in the sack. That's why I don't wanna fuck you. You're shit. Get the fuck out. This is my place, name's on the lease and all. So, fuck off. Get what you need and go. I'll box the rest and you can get it in a few days." Harry shoved past Max, grabbing his overnight bag and throwing clothes in it. 

Ummmm... Oops? I let my friends in one of my Twitter group chats read it, and my friend Marie said she cried... Like, real tears... soooo... sorry. Leave ya thoughts. 

Until next time, friends.

Lots of love, Michelle