Chapter 2. I shouldn't drink anymore.

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Filler Chapter! Sorry guys, but I had to add some things so I figured I should just make a chapter that has like an explanation for plenty of things. Next one will be amazing though!! I promise(; Well... It's either the next one or the fourth chapter. I'm guessing you can kind of figure out what will happen. Lmfao. ♥ Keep reading! Thank youuu guys!

Bailey's Pov:

Standing up from my small cramped desk in the corner, I stretch my legs out and let out a huge yawn. Why am I even here? No one gets massages at seven oclock in the morning, and they certaintly don't do it on a Monday. This is stupid. 

My short black pencil skirt didn't allow me to bend my legs much; flashing people isn't my kind of thing. The white ruffly blouse I had on was see through, with my bra visible by the tiniest bit. I need new clothes pronto. I look like a classy stripper.

I sit back down hurriedly as I see Olivia come out with her eyes on me, trying to catch me doing something wrong. If she was smart enough, she would have figured out that I have the worst hangover in the worlds history. Head throbbing, knees feeling weak, and body aching. Iv'e never felt worse, and the bad part about this is I don't remember why I was even drunk last night to begin with. No memories come back to me. 

I pretend to be typing something up, just slamming my fingers and the asdf jkl; keys constantly. When she goes back to her office, I just stare at my computer screen. Why was it bringing me back to something familiar? It was an old photo of me, Aston, Harry, and one of Harry's 'ex's' I wouldn't consider her an ex, more like a one night stand that he was decent enough to bring out for a double date. He actually had some gentlemeness in him back then. 

Aston, something about him. I couldn't put my finger on it. I shrug it off and turn to the costumer who walked through the door. She looked tired and annoyed, great now I have a bitchy costumer too to top off my splendid day. 

"Hi, welcome to Massage Haven. Would you like to look at any of our specials?" I ask her politely. She nods her head no. 

"Please just give me the most soothing massage package. Rough week." She mumbles, sitting down in the guest chair. I take this chance to give her the most expensive one. 

She looked like late twenty's, maybe three years older than me. She had jet black hair that was tied into a messy bun, and her green orbs looked like they needed some shut eye. 

"Can I ask why?" I say in my friendly tone. I'm such a nosey person, I really am. 

She gives me a sad look. "Boy friend broke up with me." 

Ah shit. Now I know my reason for almost drowning myself in alcohol. The conversation last night at Chili's was perfectly clear in my mind, replaying it for me. 

"Damn it!" I cry, then covering my mouth as Olivia comes back out. 

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I hop into Harry's SUV quickly. I have been waiting for this moment for so long, the day went by so slowly and horribly. Work sucked, I almost got fired for cursing. It was a slight slip! Then we had a pop quiz in math today, I failed. Also, I forgot lunch and my stomach was eating itself. I'm thinking of calling the lady from work and getting together with her, we apparently have this whole bad week thing in common. 

"Hey!" Harry says happily patting my knee. I give him a dirty look, which he frowns at. "What's wrong?" 

I shake my head, but tell him eagerly everything. From Aston, to work, and finishing it off with school. He gave me a sympathetic look as I talked about Aston. 

"What a douche bag." Harry mumbles.

I stiffle out a laugh, before throwing my head back and groaning. "My head, neck, and back hurt. Like so bad. Olivia won't even give me a discount for a massage. Why does she fucking hate me?" 

"She is one too! You know what? We don't need them anyways." He tells me confidently. I roll my eyes. 

"It's not we Harry, just me." 

He gives me a shut up look. "Whatever. So I'm guessing that's why Aston wouldn't let you move in with him?" I nod my head; it made perfect sense now. 

Aston wouldn't let me move in with him when my lease was up for my own apartment, no wonder. He needed it for his millions of other girls. Since Louis was going to go live with Eleanor, Harry needed to find somewhere else too, and here we are now. Roomies. He's been my best friend for seven years though, it didn't bother us. We actually became much closer since we get to see eachother alot more. 

 "How about I'll cook dinner tonight?" He suggests. I smile and shake my head a yes; his food is the absolute best. I swear. 

"Oh, and we aren't ever going to Chili's, K?" I tell him thinking of last night. He nods his head yes with a curious eye brow raised. 

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