"Please don't leave me." Harry said through gritted teeth, though I could hear a bit of sadness in his tone. His brow was knitted together, his breath littered with alcohol. We sat in our living room, the rest of the boys and their girlfriends all there, surrounding us in a sense. Oh how I'd become so accustomed to hearing those words at least once a week. And to think we used to be so happy.All Rights Reserved