Summary: Harry doesn’t want Y/N anymore, but he also can’t stand the thought of her with somebody else.
Warnings: profanity, angst, smoking, mentions of alcoholism, violence and smut. (Not all of these warnings are in this chapter.)
a/n: Hello! Welcome to my first writing, decided to come out of my cave and do something worth while so here I am. This is only a short chapter because I’m indecisive about weather I like it or not so pleaseee let me know if you want this to be continued or put it the trash xx
She held the bag full of her belongings close to her chest as she stepped outside of his apartment, the sound of the door being slammed behind her was the last thing she heard before stumbling her way down the corridor. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to contain her sobs, she was a mess, completely and utterly heartbroken. She wanted to hate Harry for what he had done to her, but all she could think about was trying not to turn around and apologise for his mistakes — she waited for the elevator doors to open before stepping inside. She glanced down the empty hallway, hoping he would chase after her, but once the doors began to close and he was still out of sight, she realised that perhaps he didn’t care as much as she had thought.
The next day she wished she had never woken up. Her head was pounding and her eyes were still sore from the consistent crying of the night before. She glanced over to her beside clock, it was half eleven and she still had no intention of rising out of bed. She pulled the sheets up further, breathing in the remaining scent that lingered on Harry’s side of the bed in which she had purposely slept on. She despised the fact that there wasn’t a bone in her body that hated Harry for what he had done, yes, she hated what he did to her but she didn’t hate him. It took everything in her not to call him last night and beg for him to come over, beg for him to take her back even though he was the one that had done wrong. She knew she deserved better and that’s exactly why she didn’t call him, but she also knew what she wanted, and that was Harry.
After a futher hour and a half, she lazily swung her legs out of bed before dragging herself into her ensuite. She peeked up, glancing at herself in the mirror before sighing deeply. Her eyes were blood shot, cheeks stained with dry tears and lips overly chapped. She watched as a lone tear fell from the duct of her eye, jumping slightly once she noticed that she wasn’t the only one in the mirror.
“What did he do?” Matt said softly, taking the initiative to wrap his arms around her once he knew she didn’t have the strength to answer. As soon as she was engulfed in his warmth, she broke down.
After seeing how broken she was, Matt had carried her down the stairs, placing her gently on the sofa before handing her a blanket and a cup of tea that he had just finished making. “How did you get in?” She mumbled after a while.
He was confused as to why that was the first thing she had said to him, he took a seat on the sofa opposite her, “Called you a few times but you never answered, even called Harry to see if you were there but he had told me that you left last night so…”
“Is that all he said?” She wondered. He nodded and she sunk lower into the sofa before allowing him to continue on.
“Well, you know, I was getting pretty worried because we were meant to be going to Nicks party tonight and I hadn’t heard from you so I came here…”
“I’m not going.” She stated before setting her half empty mug onto the coffee table.
“Y/N, it’s his birthday, you have too.” He slouched, “What did Harry do that was so bad that you can’t attend one of your best friends birthday parties.”
She stared at him for a while before answering, “He cheated on me.” She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched his reaction change from shock to sadness, “Walked in on him and another woman and I still can’t find it in me to hate him.” She laughed out of pitty.
“Maybe you should come to the party then, it’ll take your mind off it.”
Y/N was never one to be easily persuaded, but tonight she had made an exception. She had agreed to go only if Matt promised that there would be no sign of Harry even though she knew just how close Harry and Nick were, it was almost impossible to guarantee that he wouldn’t be there but it made it a lot easier for her to just hope that he’s not — she ran her hands down the sides of the clothing that Matt had picked out for her. It was a sheer white dress that reached just above her knees, “If I wasn’t gay, I’d be all over you.” Matt laughed, handing her a pair of heels before practically pushing her out the door.
Moments after pulling up to the club, Matt had taken Y/N’s hand within his own to settle her nerves before walking into the immediate stench of cigarette and booze. This wasn’t Y/N’s scene, but she was somewhat glad she came, especially after seeing the look on Nicks face once he noticed her arrival. “Happy birthday, my love.” She would smile, the first smile of the night, before wrapping her arms around her best friend as they swayed. She could tell something was off with him and she knew it had something to do with what happened between her and Harry, she decided to ignore it. It may be his birthday, but tonight was about her and not feeling sorry for herself.
Her thoughts about Harry were beginning to fade after a few shots, along with her vision and dignity. She stood from the bar, rather quickly to her dismay, she regained her balance before stumbling over to the dance floor where both Nick and Matt were. “I’m offended that not one of you asked me to dance.” She shouted, smiling sheepishly. They both laughed at the state of her.
“Haven’t seen you this hammered in ages.” Nick said, grabbing ahold of her arms before spinning her around — she laughed slightly before moving her gaze over to the bar, her laugh came to a halt almost immediately after seeing Harry leaning up against it, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his moving mouth, her eyes then move to the person in which he was talking too.
It was the woman from last night, and she was wearing Y/N’s shirt.
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