The Night I Met Harry
Downhill
I force myself in with the opening of the door, disregarding any words she'd have for defending herself. My body experiences a rapid change in temperature as I'm pushed out of the cold with the warmness of the inside. I'm angered beyond belief that I'm even here right now and not where I'm needed most. This entire thing is wrong. I know that. And I shouldn't have lied to her. In my brain there hovers clouds from the few drinks I decided on before coming here. Now that I was here there was no going back My only thought now was..How the hell was I going to explain this to Winter?
Harry:
"This is really starting to piss me off, you know that."
I'm pacing in a house I'm not familiar to. I know she's quietly shutting the door and approaching from behind so I proceed in placing myself out of reach. The atmosphere is dark and unsettling only adding to my feeling of heavy consciousness. I press my palms to my forehead to suppress the tension from forming before starting.
Harry:
"She's going to kill me. This is too far. You have to stop with the constant calling."
Jessie:
"Maybe I would have if you'd only answered the first time."
She's insane. Yep. That had to be it, because there was no way anyone with the proper wit would expect me to do as she'd been asking. I was engaged now. I was a parent. And though I wasn't yet use to the thought I knew this was far from correct right now. I held my breath a moment, attempting to diminish the active thoughts of guilt from humming about in my head. I hated lying to her. I hated that. It made me feel like scum...for all I know I would be to her if she knew of my whereabouts.
I turned to see her twirling her dark hair on her fingers nervously as she watched me apologetically. Her image projected the same as it always did. Heavy eyeliner and the scent of cigarettes that I knew would stain my clothes.
Jessie:
"Don't be mad."
She'd lost weight or something. The person I saw before me now was lacking life's enrichment that came along with contentment or happiness. Her sight forced my fuse away and out of reach. No matter how annoying this was to me...the state of her gave me worry. I stopped short of the pace when my eyes focused to see a mass of empty pain killer bottles scattered with peeled white wrapper around the room. Immediately there was a drop in my heart that told me there was a side of me that still cared a lot for her. My eyes searched for hers and grew narrower upon her turning her attention away from me and toward the floor.
Harry:
"You told me you stopped."
She headed to put distance between us but I couldn't figure why when now I was present here as she'd always wanted.
Harry:
"You're going to fucking kill yourself Jessie, I told you to stop."
I felt rage that she'd been so careless about herself. I mean, everyone had problems this wasn't okay.
Jessie:
"I have..."
Harry:
"Yea, and I'm stupid..."
Jessie:
"Don't overreact."
Harry:
"You're doing drugs and I'm overreacting?"
The collection of empty alcohol glasses hadn't gone unnoticed either. I gripped one with a few glasses left, reminiscing briefly on my nights at the club and unscrewed the cap. A swig was taken with the stress of it all.
"You can't keep abusing like this Jess."I could deal with him being angry so long as he didn't leave. It had been awhile since I'd seen or heard from him last and things had been dark for me since then. I propped myself on the chair that was seated high just across from him over the counter. I sat there for moment, watching and listening as he communicated to me how messed up this was. I was aware of that but I couldn't find it in myself to care. His dark hair seemed to send me into a bit of a frenzy there quietly. My orbs traveled the path of his smooth skin and I could distinctly remember the last time it'd been against my own. Any girl would be lucky to have him... I was quiet with my hands together in my lap. The last thing I wanted was for him to run off now so I'd behave...I'd missed him.
Jessie:
"I'll stop okay."
Harry:
"I mean it."
Jessie: "Harry... I really need to tell you something."
I knew that opening this up would lead me to a path I wasn't ready for myself. It's not like I had much to lose, given he was never around these days in the first place.
He sat the bottle he'd sipped from aside at my introduction which only seem to make me more uncertain of myself. Still I couldn't get over how breathtaking he was as I removed myself from where I was seated to place us at arm's length.
Jessie:
"Promise you'll listen...and you won't push me away..."
I watched his gorgeous eyes and the way his lashes blank around them before witnessing him nod to me slowly in reply. She was so lucky. I wondered if she knew that...because the Harry I knew before would laugh at the thought of children. But now he seemed so loyal there...so unable to break unwritten rules or cross boundaries that didn't exist with us before. I wish I could see his little one...but I knew that I never could. He'd never allow it.
Jessie:
"I get that you're really happy... And that I'm a terrible person for ruining that for you..."
I felt my words penetrate under the closeness of the room. I didn't feel nervous that he'd disagree but that he'd leave after. I really didn't want that.
Jessie:
"But it's really hard for me to accept this. Having no part of you. Pretending we've never met."
Harry:
"And I'm sorry for that...but things are different now. You know that."
I knew that it was genuine but that did nothing for me if it meant rejection.
Harry:
"Don't do drugs because of me."
Jessie:
"I won't anymore."
Harry:
"I don't believe you."
Jessie:
"You asked me to."
Harry:
"And that means something now? You told me you'd stop before. I can't go home and have to worry about whether or not-"
Jessie:
"You worry?"
That section of the sentence had been particular interesting to me being that it usually felt like he'd never known me at all. He closed his eyes putting those lips I loved to the bottle to my surprise.
Harry:
"You're totally missing the point."
Jessie:
"I take it... things aren't perfect at home. You want to talk about it?"
Harry:
"But that's just it. They are perfect when I don't have to worry about lying to her to come here."
Jessie:
"If she's so great, why do you lie about it? We're just friends."
Harry:
"That's a joke right?"
No.
Harry:
"We've had sex. She'll never be okay with a friendship or relationship of any kind for that matter."
Jessie:
"So she's insecure."
I had to stop myself after that one because I knew more than anyone that he wouldn't allow me to pick at his perception of her.
Jessie:
"What's there to worry about? I'm not a threat, right?"
He starred for awhile then. Why did you have to say that Jessica? I closed my eyes hitting my palm to my head as he began to get up.
Harry:
"I think I'll go now."
Jessie:
"No. Shit, I'm sorry. I won't mention her."
Harry:
"No. It's late, and I should be home anyways."
I felt that feeling of chill again...the one that had been here since the last I'd saw him, and had diminished with his visit. I felt myself guard the door as if my life had depended on it. In a way it did. And I'd regret those last words until I'd somehow get him here again.
Jessie:
"Please. Just listen- I have to tell you something."
Harry:
"You know, I think you've said enough."
Jessie:
"Harry."
Harry:
"Get out of my way, Riley's probably having a fit and-"
Jessie:
"...I love you."
I counted backwards from ten before saying anything else. His eyes were wide with something, I don't know but I knew it had been the last thing he'd expected me to say to him. I didn't regret it despite the steps he'd be taking toward the door again in a second. I was losing confidence the more he starred back at me, leaving me eyes to fall to the sight of the stale, dark carpet beneath my feet. My stomach clenched in a knot at how open I just was with him but I'd only break down after he left me...again.
Jessie:
"I'm sorry...for everything."
I waited for it. And waited for it. There was nothing else here. Just walls and a roof. Empty. Like me it had no substance. No reason for standing and remaining solid as the wind blew or the rain pattered against it. No matter how much he tried to force me off onto his friends, they were just that...his friends. There was never a reason for me now that he avoided me to such a degree. And I had nothing.
Wrapping my arms around my frail body was a thing I did these days. I would until I'd heard the click of the door in it's frame. I wiped the tears, hating myself for being so pathetic. Shock pricked me quickly when warm arms and soft curls were held and intense around me as his fingers buried my head into his chest. I found serenity in his scent, my body becoming alive against him.
Jessie:
"...Stay the night."
I lifted my head, remaining as close as he'd allow to him.
Jessie:
"I'll sleep on the floor. I won't bother you, I promise. Just please..."
I felt the tears spill onto my cheeks again involuntarily. He'd watched them slowly before restricting with the round of his thumb. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever felt before and I prayed now he wouldn't leave me. I was depended on everything but the right thing...but I knew his presence would help. I just needed that.
I felt my lungs open themselves and I could breathe again when he nodded just barely in communication. And I returned to the spot against his chest where i felt safe the most.
--
Winter's POV
Winter:
"Can I turn up the heat, I don't want her to be chilly."
I stare down at her as I communicated to Sarah my worry. She was wide awake, bright beautiful eyes and the smile her dad had given her.
Winter:
"How are you so cute, huh?"
She was bundled in the car seat and she'd stay that way until this house was a little warmer. The things I tried not to think about most were now pushing through despite my great efforts to keep it together. I'd somehow spun out the situation with him when Sarah had made her presence known at the door of our house. And there was no way I was staying there when my cranium still had things to process.
So here I am at her place, feet curled into the sofa and a scary movie displayed on the screen affront us. We're there for awhile until I realized tears are plotting their escape from me. I place my palms to my face with annoyance, pain spilling into my heart the way it does when it comes to him. Shit. I feel her fingers rubbing my back in a way I need right now. My phone lays silenced face down on the table though I know it's wide awake.
Sarah:
"Talk to me."
I pull me hands away and Riley's still watching. Even at her age I feel that I'm giving a bad example and turn away. I'm facing Sarah, one of my best friends and yet I don't know how to open up to her about this.
Winter:
"He's cheating on me."
Dammit the puddles are alive on my shirt and I'm experiencing the pressure to my face. My hands are buried in my hair as I curl myself into my lap.
Sarah:
"What? No-"
Winter:
"Yes, Sarah. I know he is. He's been so weird lately you know. He didn't even come home last night. I know it's her."
Sarah:
"Who?"
Winter:
"Jessie, I know it's Jessie."
Sarah:
"Winter you can't just assume."
Winter:
"He lies Sarah. He tells me he's going places and I know that's not where he is. I'm not stupid."
I'm crying more in front of her and the guilt continues to consume.
Winter:
"What do I do?"
Sarah:
"Did you talk to him, or is that what I interrupted?"
Winter:
"Yea, he came back this morning."
I'm buried into her like she's the only piece of me. If she falls so do I. I'm praying she has the answers because I don't right now. I just don't. I never thought I'd be in this position with him but here I am. The pain is physical as well as emotional as I think of life with just Riley and I.
Sarah:
"Stop it. Listen."
I'm pulled upward so she can rid my face of the salty substance.
Sarah:
"Talk to him first. I won't interject until you do...And if he is, you're strong Winter. I'll be here for anything you need. I promise..."
Our fingers are linked as I think to myself. I feel my eyes swelling a bit already.
Sarah:
"You want to stay with Riley tonight? It'll be fun."
I find myself nodding before the statement is finished. What are friends for right...
--
Somehow I'm out. My face is made, and I'm in clothing that my mom wouldn't approve of now that I'm a mother myself. I sit at the bar with the girls in each direction beside me. They're beautiful. I realize this isn't my scene anymore as I began to worry about her.
Julie:
"Will you stop. Try to have fun, she's fine."
And I feel that my personal thoughts are breached. My mom has her for now and though I hadn't bothered her with my problems yet, I'm sure she already knows. Whatever. And I knock back the third drink thats forced to me.
Winter:
"Thats the last one. I can't get drunk guys."
They could be really pushy. And their idea of a good time was something I was frightened of. The music blasts through the entirety of the club and I'm feeling a bit bare from my lack of clothing. I push the glass away with the thought and I notice I'm being examined from a few guys along the bar. Immediately I shake my head so that my thoughts were clear. I was pretty sure that no matter what their language was that this gesture was pretty universal.
One in particular is speaking into the ear of the bartender while keeping his attention in my direction. I'm hoping he's referring to one of my friends but I know that he isn't. The bartender is communicating to me now and to avoid being rude I lean into it.
"You're drinks are free for tonight alright. You and you're friends."
And this is why I'd rather not come to these things.
Winter:
"No it's okay. I think we've got it."
"It's done. Don't worry about it."
I find myself looking again in the direction and he's making his way over. I want to flee immediately but where the hell would I go?
He's close now. In the breach of me and the girls and I can tell that he's a bit shy. A smile is given but all I want to do is tell him I'm a mom. Surely that would clear the area quicker than anything else. He's motioning to dance and this shit is like deja vu all over again.
WInter:
"No."
And I'm sure not to be polite about it.
He's in my ear to communicate but I'm feeling weird at the closeness.
"I just think you're gorgeous. Is that okay?"
I'm hinting to the girls for help and lucky for me they get the hint. He's pulled away in a flirtatious mannor of course, once they figure out that the drinks are paid for. I run my fingers through my hair thats been yanked at for most of the afternoon to fall to their liking. I wave goodbye to him in more of an apology but inside I'm thrilled.
Winter:
"Thanks."
I mouthed in reference to the drinks but stop thinking maybe he'd take it as more of an invitation. My attention is back to the drinks and I'm taking another shot.
--
Harry's POV:
Harry:
"Are you sure?"
Words cannot explained how anger wired me in that moment. It was a combination of emotions and somehow I didn't want to hear this from him. I wanted her to tell me all of it. And what the fuck was she doing a nightclub anyways?
Alex:
"I'm positive. It's not that hard to tell when two people are flirting. It was just body language."
Alex:
"You think she knows him from work or?"
I ignore the prying to keep the rage suppressed.
Harry:
"Was she drinking?"
Alex:
"Oh Yea. All night mate."
Harry:
"I'll call you back alright."
Harry:
"This is really starting to piss me off, you know that."
I'm pacing in a house I'm not familiar to. I know she's quietly shutting the door and approaching from behind so I proceed in placing myself out of reach. The atmosphere is dark and unsettling only adding to my feeling of heavy consciousness. I press my palms to my forehead to suppress the tension from forming before starting.
Harry:
"She's going to kill me. This is too far. You have to stop with the constant calling."
Jessie:
"Maybe I would have if you'd only answered the first time."
She's insane. Yep. That had to be it, because there was no way anyone with the proper wit would expect me to do as she'd been asking. I was engaged now. I was a parent. And though I wasn't yet use to the thought I knew this was far from correct right now. I held my breath a moment, attempting to diminish the active thoughts of guilt from humming about in my head. I hated lying to her. I hated that. It made me feel like scum...for all I know I would be to her if she knew of my whereabouts.
I turned to see her twirling her dark hair on her fingers nervously as she watched me apologetically. Her image projected the same as it always did. Heavy eyeliner and the scent of cigarettes that I knew would stain my clothes.
Jessie:
"Don't be mad."
She'd lost weight or something. The person I saw before me now was lacking life's enrichment that came along with contentment or happiness. Her sight forced my fuse away and out of reach. No matter how annoying this was to me...the state of her gave me worry. I stopped short of the pace when my eyes focused to see a mass of empty pain killer bottles scattered with peeled white wrapper around the room. Immediately there was a drop in my heart that told me there was a side of me that still cared a lot for her. My eyes searched for hers and grew narrower upon her turning her attention away from me and toward the floor.
Harry:
"You told me you stopped."
She headed to put distance between us but I couldn't figure why when now I was present here as she'd always wanted.
Harry:
"You're going to fucking kill yourself Jessie, I told you to stop."
I felt rage that she'd been so careless about herself. I mean, everyone had problems this wasn't okay.
Jessie:
"I have..."
Harry:
"Yea, and I'm stupid..."
Jessie:
"Don't overreact."
Harry:
"You're doing drugs and I'm overreacting?"
The collection of empty alcohol glasses hadn't gone unnoticed either. I gripped one with a few glasses left, reminiscing briefly on my nights at the club and unscrewed the cap. A swig was taken with the stress of it all.
Jessica's POV
"You can't keep abusing like this Jess."I could deal with him being angry so long as he didn't leave. It had been awhile since I'd seen or heard from him last and things had been dark for me since then. I propped myself on the chair that was seated high just across from him over the counter. I sat there for moment, watching and listening as he communicated to me how messed up this was. I was aware of that but I couldn't find it in myself to care. His dark hair seemed to send me into a bit of a frenzy there quietly. My orbs traveled the path of his smooth skin and I could distinctly remember the last time it'd been against my own. Any girl would be lucky to have him... I was quiet with my hands together in my lap. The last thing I wanted was for him to run off now so I'd behave...I'd missed him.
Jessie:
"I'll stop okay."
Harry:
"I mean it."
Jessie: "Harry... I really need to tell you something."
I knew that opening this up would lead me to a path I wasn't ready for myself. It's not like I had much to lose, given he was never around these days in the first place.
He sat the bottle he'd sipped from aside at my introduction which only seem to make me more uncertain of myself. Still I couldn't get over how breathtaking he was as I removed myself from where I was seated to place us at arm's length.
Jessie:
"Promise you'll listen...and you won't push me away..."
I watched his gorgeous eyes and the way his lashes blank around them before witnessing him nod to me slowly in reply. She was so lucky. I wondered if she knew that...because the Harry I knew before would laugh at the thought of children. But now he seemed so loyal there...so unable to break unwritten rules or cross boundaries that didn't exist with us before. I wish I could see his little one...but I knew that I never could. He'd never allow it.
Jessie:
"I get that you're really happy... And that I'm a terrible person for ruining that for you..."
I felt my words penetrate under the closeness of the room. I didn't feel nervous that he'd disagree but that he'd leave after. I really didn't want that.
Jessie:
"But it's really hard for me to accept this. Having no part of you. Pretending we've never met."
Harry:
"And I'm sorry for that...but things are different now. You know that."
I knew that it was genuine but that did nothing for me if it meant rejection.
Harry:
"Don't do drugs because of me."
Jessie:
"I won't anymore."
Harry:
"I don't believe you."
Jessie:
"You asked me to."
Harry:
"And that means something now? You told me you'd stop before. I can't go home and have to worry about whether or not-"
Jessie:
"You worry?"
That section of the sentence had been particular interesting to me being that it usually felt like he'd never known me at all. He closed his eyes putting those lips I loved to the bottle to my surprise.
Harry:
"You're totally missing the point."
Jessie:
"I take it... things aren't perfect at home. You want to talk about it?"
Harry:
"But that's just it. They are perfect when I don't have to worry about lying to her to come here."
Jessie:
"If she's so great, why do you lie about it? We're just friends."
Harry:
"That's a joke right?"
No.
Harry:
"We've had sex. She'll never be okay with a friendship or relationship of any kind for that matter."
Jessie:
"So she's insecure."
I had to stop myself after that one because I knew more than anyone that he wouldn't allow me to pick at his perception of her.
Jessie:
"What's there to worry about? I'm not a threat, right?"
He starred for awhile then. Why did you have to say that Jessica? I closed my eyes hitting my palm to my head as he began to get up.
Harry:
"I think I'll go now."
Jessie:
"No. Shit, I'm sorry. I won't mention her."
Harry:
"No. It's late, and I should be home anyways."
I felt that feeling of chill again...the one that had been here since the last I'd saw him, and had diminished with his visit. I felt myself guard the door as if my life had depended on it. In a way it did. And I'd regret those last words until I'd somehow get him here again.
Jessie:
"Please. Just listen- I have to tell you something."
Harry:
"You know, I think you've said enough."
Jessie:
"Harry."
Harry:
"Get out of my way, Riley's probably having a fit and-"
Jessie:
"...I love you."
I counted backwards from ten before saying anything else. His eyes were wide with something, I don't know but I knew it had been the last thing he'd expected me to say to him. I didn't regret it despite the steps he'd be taking toward the door again in a second. I was losing confidence the more he starred back at me, leaving me eyes to fall to the sight of the stale, dark carpet beneath my feet. My stomach clenched in a knot at how open I just was with him but I'd only break down after he left me...again.
Jessie:
"I'm sorry...for everything."
I waited for it. And waited for it. There was nothing else here. Just walls and a roof. Empty. Like me it had no substance. No reason for standing and remaining solid as the wind blew or the rain pattered against it. No matter how much he tried to force me off onto his friends, they were just that...his friends. There was never a reason for me now that he avoided me to such a degree. And I had nothing.
Wrapping my arms around my frail body was a thing I did these days. I would until I'd heard the click of the door in it's frame. I wiped the tears, hating myself for being so pathetic. Shock pricked me quickly when warm arms and soft curls were held and intense around me as his fingers buried my head into his chest. I found serenity in his scent, my body becoming alive against him.
Jessie:
"...Stay the night."
I lifted my head, remaining as close as he'd allow to him.
Jessie:
"I'll sleep on the floor. I won't bother you, I promise. Just please..."
I felt the tears spill onto my cheeks again involuntarily. He'd watched them slowly before restricting with the round of his thumb. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever felt before and I prayed now he wouldn't leave me. I was depended on everything but the right thing...but I knew his presence would help. I just needed that.
I felt my lungs open themselves and I could breathe again when he nodded just barely in communication. And I returned to the spot against his chest where i felt safe the most.
--
Winter's POV
Winter:
"Can I turn up the heat, I don't want her to be chilly."
I stare down at her as I communicated to Sarah my worry. She was wide awake, bright beautiful eyes and the smile her dad had given her.
Winter:
"How are you so cute, huh?"
She was bundled in the car seat and she'd stay that way until this house was a little warmer. The things I tried not to think about most were now pushing through despite my great efforts to keep it together. I'd somehow spun out the situation with him when Sarah had made her presence known at the door of our house. And there was no way I was staying there when my cranium still had things to process.
So here I am at her place, feet curled into the sofa and a scary movie displayed on the screen affront us. We're there for awhile until I realized tears are plotting their escape from me. I place my palms to my face with annoyance, pain spilling into my heart the way it does when it comes to him. Shit. I feel her fingers rubbing my back in a way I need right now. My phone lays silenced face down on the table though I know it's wide awake.
Sarah:
"Talk to me."
I pull me hands away and Riley's still watching. Even at her age I feel that I'm giving a bad example and turn away. I'm facing Sarah, one of my best friends and yet I don't know how to open up to her about this.
Winter:
"He's cheating on me."
Dammit the puddles are alive on my shirt and I'm experiencing the pressure to my face. My hands are buried in my hair as I curl myself into my lap.
Sarah:
"What? No-"
Winter:
"Yes, Sarah. I know he is. He's been so weird lately you know. He didn't even come home last night. I know it's her."
Sarah:
"Who?"
Winter:
"Jessie, I know it's Jessie."
Sarah:
"Winter you can't just assume."
Winter:
"He lies Sarah. He tells me he's going places and I know that's not where he is. I'm not stupid."
I'm crying more in front of her and the guilt continues to consume.
Winter:
"What do I do?"
Sarah:
"Did you talk to him, or is that what I interrupted?"
Winter:
"Yea, he came back this morning."
I'm buried into her like she's the only piece of me. If she falls so do I. I'm praying she has the answers because I don't right now. I just don't. I never thought I'd be in this position with him but here I am. The pain is physical as well as emotional as I think of life with just Riley and I.
Sarah:
"Stop it. Listen."
I'm pulled upward so she can rid my face of the salty substance.
Sarah:
"Talk to him first. I won't interject until you do...And if he is, you're strong Winter. I'll be here for anything you need. I promise..."
Our fingers are linked as I think to myself. I feel my eyes swelling a bit already.
Sarah:
"You want to stay with Riley tonight? It'll be fun."
I find myself nodding before the statement is finished. What are friends for right...
--
Somehow I'm out. My face is made, and I'm in clothing that my mom wouldn't approve of now that I'm a mother myself. I sit at the bar with the girls in each direction beside me. They're beautiful. I realize this isn't my scene anymore as I began to worry about her.
Julie:
"Will you stop. Try to have fun, she's fine."
And I feel that my personal thoughts are breached. My mom has her for now and though I hadn't bothered her with my problems yet, I'm sure she already knows. Whatever. And I knock back the third drink thats forced to me.
Winter:
"Thats the last one. I can't get drunk guys."
They could be really pushy. And their idea of a good time was something I was frightened of. The music blasts through the entirety of the club and I'm feeling a bit bare from my lack of clothing. I push the glass away with the thought and I notice I'm being examined from a few guys along the bar. Immediately I shake my head so that my thoughts were clear. I was pretty sure that no matter what their language was that this gesture was pretty universal.
One in particular is speaking into the ear of the bartender while keeping his attention in my direction. I'm hoping he's referring to one of my friends but I know that he isn't. The bartender is communicating to me now and to avoid being rude I lean into it.
"You're drinks are free for tonight alright. You and you're friends."
And this is why I'd rather not come to these things.
Winter:
"No it's okay. I think we've got it."
"It's done. Don't worry about it."
I find myself looking again in the direction and he's making his way over. I want to flee immediately but where the hell would I go?
He's close now. In the breach of me and the girls and I can tell that he's a bit shy. A smile is given but all I want to do is tell him I'm a mom. Surely that would clear the area quicker than anything else. He's motioning to dance and this shit is like deja vu all over again.
WInter:
"No."
And I'm sure not to be polite about it.
He's in my ear to communicate but I'm feeling weird at the closeness.
"I just think you're gorgeous. Is that okay?"
I'm hinting to the girls for help and lucky for me they get the hint. He's pulled away in a flirtatious mannor of course, once they figure out that the drinks are paid for. I run my fingers through my hair thats been yanked at for most of the afternoon to fall to their liking. I wave goodbye to him in more of an apology but inside I'm thrilled.
Winter:
"Thanks."
I mouthed in reference to the drinks but stop thinking maybe he'd take it as more of an invitation. My attention is back to the drinks and I'm taking another shot.
--
Harry's POV:
Harry:
"Are you sure?"
Words cannot explained how anger wired me in that moment. It was a combination of emotions and somehow I didn't want to hear this from him. I wanted her to tell me all of it. And what the fuck was she doing a nightclub anyways?
Alex:
"I'm positive. It's not that hard to tell when two people are flirting. It was just body language."
Alex:
"You think she knows him from work or?"
I ignore the prying to keep the rage suppressed.
Harry:
"Was she drinking?"
Alex:
"Oh Yea. All night mate."
Harry:
"I'll call you back alright."
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