(Harry's POV)

I walked into the club and stopped when I had full sight of the dance floor. Once I spotted Camilla, my blood started to boil. I grew angry as I watched her grind herself into the unfamiliar man. He held onto her hips tightly.

Just watching this stranger touch all over Camilla's body made me so angry. My fist clenched together as I begun to walk onto the dance floor where Camilla was.

I instantly yanked her arm forcefully and separated her from the man, making her stumble over her own feet because she was so drunk.

"Hey... Lets me go!" She slurred, sounding as if she was whining. I held a tight grip on her upper arm.

"No." I spat at her. I turned my heel and walked away to the exit of the club when the man approached me and took hold of Camilla's other arm.

"She doesn't wanna go man. She can go home with me." I knew exactly what he meant by that. As much as I wanted to hit him for thinking of Camilla in that behavior, I couldn't. If I did, this would be all over magazines by the morning.

"Just forget it babeeeee...." Camilla slurred, trying to stand up straightly but failed at her many attempts.

"He wanna be da boss of me but nopeeeee. He not." She laughed hysterical. I looked down at her in anger as she laughed. The man cussed something under his breath as he walked away, from in front of us. I quickly walked out of the club, ignoring all of Camilla's drunk comments.

"Let my arm go... Your hurting me." She whined, attempting to pull her arm out of my tight grip. But the anger was boiling up in me, I didn't let to.

"Your hurting me..." She whined again, with her voice cracking at the end. I opened the back seat to the truck and threw her inside. I quickly buckled the seatbelt over Camilla as she faught me from doing it.

Once I was done, I switched the child safely lock to the back seat door and slammed it closed making a loud noise but thankfully, no one was in sight. I combed my hand through my curls as I walked to the drivers side of the car. I opened the door and hopped in to see Camilla going crazy in the back seat.

"Open the god damn door Harold!" She screamed, banging and kicking on the door. I rolled my eyes while I stuck the key into the ignition and turned the car on.

"Didn't you fucking hear me!? Open the damn door!" She yelled more angrier. Yes, I understood she was a very happy person when she was drunk but her mood changes in just moments when her body is filled with liquor. I ignored Camilla, hoping soon she would stop and fall asleep already.

I placed my hand on the passenger seat as I looked back so I could pull out of the tight parking spot. Camilla kept on banging on the door making me fed up. I banged my hand loudly on the seat making her jump up in from being startled.

"Can you fucking stop already!?" I yelled at her.

"Not until you let me out of this fucking car I don't want to be in here! I wanna go back into the club!"

"No your not! I'm bringing you home!"

"You can't make me go! I'm an adult!" I took a deep breath in through my nose and out my mouth, trying to control my anger. After a few moments of calming down, I looked back up at Camilla.

"Camilla, your drunk and it's seven in the morning. The club is closed and nothing is open yet. So please, just calm down so we can just go home." She stared back at me with narrow eyes. One of her hands were on the handle to the door. But not pulling it.

"I hate you ." She said slowly and calming. I never knew three words can have such an affect on me. It felt like daggers sticking me in the heart, over and over again. I pinched my eyes shut feeling my heart break once more from the same reason it did the many times before.

My lips were pursed as I positioned my body back correctly in the drivers seat. Both of my hands were attached to the wheel as I drove off from the club, without saying another word to Camilla.

The next morning

(Camilla's POV)

My body immediately popped up once I heard a loud ringing noise next to my ear. My sleepy eyes searched around for where the ringing was coming from behind I noticed it was the alarm I set yesterday for my dance audition.

I slid my phone to the passcode lock which stopped the loud ringing all together. I sat straight up in my bed as I tried getting my thoughts from last night together. The last thing I remembered was going to the club with this girl I had just met named Tia.

Suddenly, my eyes grew wide as I held my hands over my mouth. I made a jump off the bed and straight to the bathroom. I slammed the door open and pulled the toilet seat up as the vomit came rushing out. I felt my insides bring up all the alcohol I had consumed last night.

Once I felt no more was coming up, I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet before I leaned my back against the icy cold bath tub. As I laid there, praying to god that I wouldn't have to throw up again I felt as if I was missing something. Something that I couldn't put my finger on.

But once I did, my heart fell. It was Harry who was missing. Every time I was in this situation, he would hold my hair, rub my back smoothly in circles, and tell me everything was going to be okay. But he wasn't here. He wasn't here to take care of me. I groaned as I pulled myself off the ground slowly, not trying to make myself have to throw up again.

I slowly walked over to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed I was still in my dress from last night. It was because right now I would usually have been in nothing but Harry's oversized t shirt and a pair of panties. I grabbed my toot brush from off the counter and started brushing my teeth to get the dreadful taste out of my mouth.

As I finished, I wiped my wet hands up against my dress trying to dry them. I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom where I was looking for the bottle of Tylenol and water would usually be sitting on my nightstand. My eyes brows furrowed in confusion once I notice the bottle of water and Tylenol that should have been seating on my nightstand.

"Gosh Harry." I breathed out, running my hand through my messy hair. I turned on my heel and walked out of my bedroom and straight into the kitchen so I could get some medicine for the mild headache that was going to get worse very soon.

My paced slowed down once I noticed Harry leaning on the counter looking down at his phone. I stared at him for a few moments, waiting for him to say good morning to me like he usually says first when I enter the kitchen. I rolled my eyes as I opened the fridge.

"We'll good morning to you to Harry." I spat at him. Once I didn't hear a response from him, I glanced up to him still staring down at him phone as if he didn't hear what I said which he clearly did. I pulled a cold water bottle from the shelf in the fridge and laid it on the counter so I could get the Tylenol.

"Why didn't you get the Tylenol for me like you usually do?" I asked, opening the cabinet and pulling out the small Tylenol bottle. I glanced over at Harry and he still hadn't said a word to me. It was beginning to annoy me that he wasn't answering back to me.

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to get my nerves worked up because it'll make my head hurt more than it already is. I used all my strength and twisted the cap off the Tylenol bottle. I popped two pills into my hands and threw them into my mouth.

I gulped the water down until I felt the pills swallow. Once they did, I took a deep breath and laid the bottle on the counter. I looked over at Harry once again.

"Is everything alright Harry? Did I do something?" I asked concerned of why he was acting distant. I laid my hand on Harry's shoulder to only for him to pull his arm away from my touch. I watched him in confusion as he walked away from me and out of the kitchen.

"We'll fuck you." I yelled at him since it was the only thing I could think of to say in just a few seconds.

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I sat at the kitchen table with only the light from the top of the stove on. The house was silent as a mouse since Harry wasn't home. My hands were clenched together as I debated on filling my empty glass that I was staring at with the bottle of Scotch that was staring me right in my face.

Something was pulling me away from getting another drink while something was pulling me towards it. Quickly, I scooted myself out the chair making a loud screeching noise. I got up from the chair and walked away from the table, rejecting the bottle of liquor that I had a choice to drink.

Once I reached the doorway of the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks feeling the need to just go back. My finger tapped the wall and I bit down on my lip while I thought of reasons to just walk away from it.

But as much as I thought, I couldn't think of any positives. I walked back to the table with my heels quickly clicking on the marble floor. My hand grabbed the bottle off the table and pulled the cap off, dropping it onto the table.

Slowly, I grabbed the glass off the table and poured the liquor in listening to the liquid hit the cup. I slowly laid the bottle of Scotch onto the table and shook the glass in circles, mixing it up. I brought the glass up to my lips and tilted my head back, ready to take a sip.

But my body soon jumped when I heard the front door open. Only Harry and me had keys to the house so I immediately knew it was him. I quickly tried hiding the bottle of scotch from Harry before he walked into the kitchen but it was no use. I would get caught.

"Fuck it." I said before gulping the glass of liquor down.

"Camilla I br- what the fuck Camilla! Give me it!" Harry yelled as he ran over to me, dropping the glass onto the floor and breaking it into small little pieces. But before he was able to reach the glass of scotch off the table, I took it and held it tightly in my hand.

"Give me it Camilla!" He yelled, trying to pull the bottle from my grip.

"No.." I screamed, feeling my eyes start to water. I kept the bottle in my grip as Harry kept trying to pull it from me. But I couldn't keep fighting him for long. He was physically too strong.

With all my might, I attempted to pull the bottle away from him but my hands got slippery and the bottle shattered onto the ground, slipping all of the Scotch. The house got silent as I stared down at it in disbelief. My bottom lip began to tremble as I realized what I was doing to myself. I slowly sat down in the chair and Harry still stood up looking down at me, pissed.

"You need help. Your an alcoholic." He said calmly. I looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't tell me what the fuck I have Harold! If I want to drink, let me drink!"

"No! Because every time you wanna act like an adult, I always to to be there and pick up your fucking pieces!" He yelled in my face. I stood up and faced him.

"No one says you have to! I'm an adult! I can handle myself!" I spat at him. He looked down and sarcastically laughed.

"Really? Coming from the girl that throws up every morning because she can't control her liquor!"

"You know what? Worry about your own self."

"No, I'm not. You need help. And I'm here to help you okay? Why don't you understand?"

"Why Harry? Why do you wanna help me? Why are you here instead of with that little bitch you call your girlfriend.... Kendall. Why Harry?" I slowly walked closer to him.

"Why do you care about me the girl you once hated to death so much?"

"Because..." He drifted off.

"Because what Harold? Why do you care about me so.. Much?" I asked, starting to play with him. He stared down into my eyes. I crossed my arms against my chest, waiting for him to speak.

"Because..."

"Because what Harold! Just spit it out!" I yelled getting frustrated. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his curls.







"Because I'm in love with you!

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