drunk texts - editing

twenty-two

sidney: hey

sidney: I'm sorry I overreacted

sidney: look it's been three days and I miss you

harry: ha

harry: I think it was silly of us to continue talking for so long

sidney: what?

harry: we are different people

sidney: variety is the spice of life

harry: you know what I mean, it just makes things more difficult

sidney: no I don't think I do know what you mean

harry: I'm me and you're you.

sidney: got it, so I'm just not famous enough to be around you?

harry: you're twisting my words

sidney: am I?

harry: yes!

harry: just go back to your boyfriend.

sidney: what, I don't have a boyfriend.
*message not delivered*

Harry hovered his finger over the block button, wondering if he had made a mistake. Right now his judgment was clouded by the hurt he was still feeling from finding out Sid was back with her boyfriend, and it didn't help that he stalked both of their Instagrams and was forced to see old pictures of the happy couple. He couldn't deny the history they had together. pictures of them at college games, going to parties. Things he could never really do for her.
He thought she was special, he would be lying if he said he hadn't pictured being with her. Even if it was a simple crush, it's hard to have all those hopes disappear so quickly.
He had seen photos of them both at the beach that one day on a few media sources, but it was only rumored to him and her face was covered by his, but this had got him thinking. He couldn't hide her forever and there was only so much he could do. This had to be done.

** anyways harry at the met gala had me busting a phat nut ,, my last final is tmrw so wish me luck. Im at the library rn and decided to take a break and write a chapter. ive been here going on eleven hours and im going absolutely crazy. hope you guys are doing well! good luck with finals or whatever you have going on!!!