Half a Heart [H.S.]

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January 16, 2014
London, England

To say I was hungover was a complete understatement. Last night wasn't anything crazy, but I might've gotten carried away with the drinking. It wasn't completely my fault because James kept asking the bartender for more cocktails so I can try all of them. So a total of thirteen cocktails from the menu was what I drank all night.

At least I remember everything.

A lot happened and as mentally draining as it is, I couldn't get the smile off my face thinking about it. It was fun and I really did let loose.

"Walk faster" James pulls me through the club, clearly inpatient. This was a new club that I've never heard of before in London, and I've gone to my far share of them with the boys.

I stumble over my feet as the man walks fast with long strides. I think everyone forgets I don't have long legs like they do. I can barely ever keep up with Harry, what makes James think I can keep up with him.

Aiden was just behind me and was pretty quiet. I mean he's always quiet but he was in his own world right now. Though he hasn't said anything, I can tell he's got something on his mind and it doesn't look very pleasing. He looks a bit sad if I'm honest.

We had already gotten to the booth where James practically shoved me in to sit and went to get drinks while Aiden sat adjacent to me. I knew we weren't close nor do I expect him to tell me anything personal but if we were gonna be working together for however long we are, I want to at least have some friendly connection.

"Are you alright? You look like a preschooler who got their Happy Meal taken away" I joke half heartedly, knowing deep down it wasn't really time for a joke even if I did get a laugh out of him. He sighs softly to himself and leans forward against the table. The change in posture told me he was about to get serious, so I copied his position.

"My girlfriend and I uh..We ended things last night" He bites the inside of his cheek in thought as he drawled out the words. My heart falls to my stomach at the news and I couldn't help but feel bad. Here we were dragging him out to a club when he was literally heart broken.

"Oh god, I'm really sorry" I tell him softly. The words had no real affect but I tried to make sure he knew I really did feel bad for him. Whatever happened between them is not my business and I won't be asking either, but I know how it feels to be heartbroken and it sucks. A night out to a club doesn't help either.

"You shouldn't have come you know..James would've understood and-" I start but he immediately shushes me in the most polite way anyone could.

"I appreciate the concern but I needed this..Staying in and moping around won't do me any good"  He shrugs slightly and ends the conversation there as James comes up to us with three different cocktails. I eye Aiden the whole time to make sure he was really okay with this. I didn't want him just drowning his sorrows away in alcohol. That's the worst coping mechanism there is.

"Come one E, drink up" James encourages, placing the drink that was a orange and red ombre color, with a little umbrella almost falling put of the cup from his movements. There was salt stuck on the rim of the glass and a lime hanging on the opposite side of the colorful umbrella. It looked too pretty to drink.

"What is it?" I ask him, taking the small black straw in my hand. I took a sip of the liquid and if I didn't know this had alcohol, I wouldn't had thought it did by the sweetness masking it. It was pretty good but anyone can get carried away with this.

"They call it the Alabama Slammer, don't know why it's done in England but it sounded interesting. It has amaretto, sloe gin, Southern Comfort, and orange juice" He lists off the multiple type of different drinks mixed into this. I nod impressed and sip it slowly.