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“Harry? Harry, wake up” I heard (Y/N) ask. I quickly opened my eyes and saw her bent on me, trying to wake me up. I got up in a split of second and stood up straight.
“Oh, Thank GOD you’re alright, Harry! I was so worried and-” she paused. I looked away, looking at my hands.
“Y-you alright, babe?” she whispered as she rested her hand on my shoulder and made me turn around. When I faced her, I kept looking at my feet. She put her thumb under my chin and pushed it upwards, making me face her.
I just nodded, not letting our gazes meet. This made her more tensed.
“Babe, please talk to me” she whispered as she cupper my face with her hands. She was burning hot, she was extremely ill. And yet she was worried about me. I’m such an asshole. Damn!
She had tears in her eyes by now. She kept sobbing.
“Say something, did anything happen last night? Did anyone hurt you? Did you get into a bar fight or something?” she asked, hoping for a satisfying answer. I just shook my head and walked towards the bathroom. Her innocent eyes, beautiful face, perfect voice. It was just too much for me. I started t bang my hands on the sink, letting the tears out. I started to remember what happened last night. When me and that girl were making out, it went way out of control. You know what I mean. And then that girl gave me one final kiss and left. I was wasted. I remember drunk Niall coming to me, helping me up with a friend if his and taking me inside the car. That’s all I remember. Why did I do it! I should’ve never been to that club in the first place! I regret every minute of last night!
I banged my fists harder on the sink as my eyes were closed shut, I started shouting. The thought of losing (Y/N) was too much for me to handle.
“I HATE MYSELF! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF! I CAN’T LOOSE HER! I CAN NOT LOOSE HER!” I kept shouting over and over. After a while I was quiet, sitting on the corner of the bathroom, thinking og the consequences that could occur if I tell (Y/N) what happened last night, honestly.
After 5 minutes I heard a soft knock on the door. I didn’t answer. I just sat there, my eyes red and bloodshot from crying too much.
“H-Harry? Babe? P-Please open the door” she whispered, she had been crying as well. I cried harder when I heard her sweet voice.
“I wanna talk to you, babe. If there’s something bothering you, just tell me. Maybe I can help you. Maybe I can make you feel better. Give me a chance.” she said. Give her a chance? Give HER a chance? I should be the one begging for a chance! Why am I doing this to her! Why am I making HER feel awful and guilty when I’m the one who deserves to be feeling this way!
I quickly got up and with a blink of an eye, I opened the door and pulled her in a tight hug.
She was shocked at first, but then she slowly started running her hands on my back, making me feel better.
“Shhh, calm down babe. Everything will be okay.” she whispered. I shut my eyes tightly, building up the strength to tell her everything.
“(Y/N), there’s something I have to tell you” I said as we pulled away from the hug. She looked at me with a worried expression and slightly nodded. We both went to the couch and sat down, I took her hands in mind and gently stroked them. Taking the last look of love on her face, cause she’s gonna hate me when I tell her the truth.