Up All Night

Chocolate Can Heal Everything

Harry’s POV

Well, I tried?

She seemed really disgusted with me….

But she denied me.

What a bitch.

What a sexy bitch.

Shit, I still had her wallet….

But that means she would have to meet up with me to get it back…

Then I could win her over. I needed to win here. This wasn’t just a hook-up anymore. She was a challemnge, and I never turn down challenges. No one can resist my boyish charms… or dimples. Yes, I would get her with the dimples. She’d come around.

Jordan’s POV

I looked back through the window, Harry hadn't come out after me, not that i expected him to. I tell the driver my address, and he pulls away from the curb. 

What the fuck just happened? I repeat to myself the whole way home, I probably sounded crazy to the cab driver.

After about 10 minutes, he pulls up to my apartment and I step out,  in my tall heels and minidress and mentally slap myself.

Did I really just say no? Did I really just say fucking no to Harry fucking Styles?!

I search for my clutch, to pay the cab driver, but I can't find it. I knew I had it. I was hitting Harry with it only half an hour ago.

Shit. I probably dropped it.

It's probably stolen by now. God dammit. That had my phone and everything.

"Hold on a sec I'll go get some cash from inside." I tell the driver and he nods at me suspiciously.

I stumble up to my apartment, for some reason, I can't walk or see straight, but I know I'm sober. I hadn't even had a sip of alcohol, Harry was too much of a dick to even buy me a drink before trying to take me home.

But, it's all my fault.

I teased him so bad.

FUCK. Why did I leave.

I could be fucking Harry RIGHT NOW, but instead, I'll be dreaming about it. 

I reach into my plant pot beside the door and search for the spare key,  not caring about ruining my manicure with the damp soil. I finally find the key and slam it harshly against the clay pot to remove the excess soil, chipping a chunk of clay off in the process. I lift it up and put it up to the lock, but I can't seem to get it to fit.

what the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I even unlock my door? Why did i say no? Why am I so fucking stupid?

I was starting to get angry at myself, not just because of the lock, but because I had just rejected the man of my fucking dreams. I spent the night, dancing with the boy I had loved for almost two full years now, and when he asked me to come back home with him, I let my morals get the better of me. 

I finally figure out how to unlock the fucking door and I shove it open. I rip my heels off and chuck them somewhere, anywhere. I heard a crash, and some crumbling. Maybe they went through the dry wall. I don't really give a fuck.  

I ran up to my room and grabbed some cash for the driver, I stumbled back out in bare feet and handed the money to him

"Thanks" he said and drove off.

Thanks? I didn't even thank Harry for tonight. It was literally the best night of my life until 40 minutes ago, and I told him he should be the one thanking me.....

WHAT THE FUCK CAME OVER ME.

I just need to sleep, sleep this all off.

I walk back inside and up to my room to change, find a pair of boxers and a T shirt and climb under the covers.

I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. What had I done.

Before i knew it, i had my face shoved into the pillow and i was heaving and sobbing heavily. I hope my girls were having fun, they'll definitely keep in contact with their boys.

Harry probably found another girl who was more than willing to sleep with him by now. Probably much more attractive than me. Nicer, too.

Who am I kidding, I can't fucking sleep. I get up and walk out to the kitchen. I grab a pint of whatever icecream is closest to my fingers when I reach in the freezer and turn around to open the drawer and grab a spoon, I walk out and flip on the tv.

It always turns on to the music channel, I'd set it that way because I like to blast music when I'm at home.

I plop down onto the couch and hear a song blast through my TV.

of-fucking-course

Of course Live While We're Young was playing, because I had the best luck of anybody who ever existed.

I start sobbing again as I belt out the lyrics to the chorus of my favorite song.

"Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun..."

I didn't bother changing it. The damage had been done.

I popped open the new container of Edy's double fudge brownie ice cream and dug my spoon deep into the container. I stuck the giant spoonful into my mouth.

Damn it was cold.

I felt the familiar pain in the base of my nose, like a chill straight through my brain.

I shoved another spoonful in after the pain subsided, tasting a tinge of saltiness from the tears streaming down my cheeks, where his hand had been only a few hours ago, as I sobbed uncontrollably.

Chocolate could heal everything, if only for the night.

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