it was late. it was pitch black outside and after a late night out with the boys you weren’t exactly sober. that’s what had tricked your mind, or at least, that’s what you convinced yourself had led yourself to make this decision.
cal sloppily opened the front door and slipped in to the flat, immediately stumbling into his bedroom while you and harry were laughing, still not in the flat. you were leant on each other when you looked up at him:
his hair was messy and his lips were swollen which you could only assume was from girls he kissed that night. the thought of it made your heart sink slightly but he looked, so good.
slowly, you leant up and grabbed his hair, pulling him down and pushing your lips together firmly. his hand slipped from your back to positioned firmly on your waist, while his other hand moved to your cheek as he guided the kiss along smoothly. even drunk he was the best kiss you’d ever had. prick.
he pulled away slightly and grabbed your hand and lead you to his bedroom where he sat down on his bed with his legs slightly apart. he pulled you so you were standing between them as you leant down and reconnected your lips once more.
the rest of the night was a blur but you still remember every second of it. the way harry’s lips would part in pleasure to what you were doing with him. the rare shaky breaths he would let out. the even rarer soft moans he would release which you wished you could hear everyday. he was perfect. so perfect.
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the next morning you woke up next to him, his arm wrapped around his pillow, hugging it. as you looked at him, memory’s of last night quickly flooded into your head and immediately it worried you. he wasn’t the type to stick with a girl. he fucked and left. that was just, harry.
you grabbed the first thing you saw on the floor and quickly pulled it over you, covering you just to the mid thigh due to the fact it happened to be one of harry’s sweaters. it smelt just like him.
a stirring came from behind you, as you went to leave the room and find cal, and as you turned around you saw harry’s hungover face looking directly at you.
‘hey,’ he said groggily, bringing his hands up to his face, 'what are you doing in here’
'do you not remember?’ you said, the sadness in your voice covered remarkably well.
'no? do you?’
the answer made your heart sink. he hadn’t remember while you’d had the best night you could remember. you felt annoyance build up at harry. what an asshole.
'no.’ you replied bluntly before leaving harry’s room, slamming the door behind you.
as you walked down the hallway to leave you heard cals voice;
'one, why are you leaving so briskly and two, why do you only have harry’s jumper on’
he chuckled slightly at the last remark but you were having none of it. you were fucking done with everyone. thanks to fucking harry lewis and his fucking perfect fucking face.
'it doesn’t matter cal fuck off.’ you said walking out of the apartment, leaving cal a bit confused.
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