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“Do you even hear yourself right now! You’re so fucking drunk it’s incredible,” Simon turns around briefly to take a deep breath and turns back around to face Harry.
“You know what I think Harry? I think you’re too much of a pussy to break up with me and that you’re wanting me to do the dirty work and be the bad guy.”
“Stop putting words into my mouth, Simon.” Harry says, voice oddly cold for someone who’s had a lot to drink.
“Says you, you fucking dickhead. Do it,” Simon steps forward, invading Harry’s personal space, “Break up with me.”
“Stop twisting it Simon,” Harry pushes Simon away, “Stop turning it around on me.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” Simon chuckles, although there’s no real humour to his laugh, “I’m leaving.”
“Don’t you walk away from me Simon,” Harry grabs Simon’s wrist, “I’m not done speaking to you.”
“Oh but I am,” Simon yanks his wrist out of Harry’s hand, “Fuck you.” And with that Simon unlocks the bathroom door and heads for Jj’s front door.
“Fine!” Harry calls after him, “Be a fucking coward then and walk away!”
Harry makes his way back into the kitchen where he knows where he left his phone and bumps into a confused Vik.
“Is he- What just- Are you okay?” Vik settles on.
“What do you fucking think?” hisses Harry, grabbing his phone and stuffing it angrily into his pocket and eyes up the rest of the vodka that is calling his name.