Harry's point of view {current time}
I watched Audrey silently as she sank down the wall with her face in her hands. I hadn't meant to hurt her, I never even thought it would go this far.
I thought maybe she was just sitting there, maybe she'd grown to expect things like this from me. I thought maybe this time she'd skip over the part where she cried and we could go straight to where she was mad at me. It was easy to bare... Her being mad at me. It was a lot easier to know that I had made Audrey angry than it was to know I made her cry.
Her sobs were no longer silent, her breathing was harsh. There was nothing I could do, I put her in this position. I did this to her. Her body shook with each whimper. She looked so fragile, like if I were to touch any part if her, she'd shatter. She looked up at me and wiped the running mascara off her cheeks and sighed.
"I think it would be best for the both of us if you just left." Just as I opened my mouth to say something, she spoke again. Although this time I barely heard her. "I don't have the energy to argue with you... please, Harry, just go."
A year earlier / Audrey's POV •
I wondered aimlessly behind the group. I wouldn't even go so far as to call them friends. They were simply people who hung out with me because they felt bad about me being alone on Friday nights. They aren't the kind of people to ask about your day, or how you scored on you psych test. Their "friendship" was going to parties and getting trashed every weekend, gossiping about one another then smiling to their face, and driving recklessly while singing early 2000's hits. There wasn't really a point to being with them, yet somehow every weekend, I was.
We always did this, we would go to a stupid diner, go to a party to get "tore up, from the floor up" as Luke liked to say, and wake up the next morning to do it again. I was content with this, don't get me wrong, but something about riding in a car full of people who smell like vodka and vomit is not my cup of tea. It was a routine though, and routines don't change.
"...beer pong teams. Last time I got stuck playing with Kyle. He fucking sucks so I want a new team mate!" I rolled my eyes at Trinity. I never had to catch the full conversation to know they were talking about the only thing they were good at. I looked at Kyle who put his hand over his chest, pretending to be offended. He pointed at Trinity and yelled "AT LEAST I'M NOT A LIGHT WEIGHT!" Everyone else laughed, though I didn't see how it was funny or even relevant.
I found myself staring at my dirty converse. They'd suddenly become more interesting than the conversation being held in front of me. I felt a gentle shove on my shoulder. I looked over and saw Trinity patiently waiting for me to walk into the diner. "You're always distracted, what's up?" I smiled at her attempt to strike a conversation with me, although I knew she'd get distracted soon enough and forget she'd even said anything to me.
