Only Let Me Fall If You're Gonna Catch Me

Carrie’s POV
I walked around the house, just looking for someone. Indie and Mary were asleep and I haven't seen Harry or Louis anywhere. Harry owed me an apology, and I am still waiting for it. I was a little sobered up, and I want someone to take me home. I pressed my ear onto Mary’s room’s door, and my eyebrow raised.
It wasn't moaning and it wasn't talking. It was kind of like whispering. I walked in, to see Louis and Harry. Fucking.
“What the damn fucking bloody hell is going on?! Lou?! Harry?!?!” I stuttered. Tears threatened to fall. Why? I don’t know.
“Hey, Carrie? Threesome?” Louis laughed.
“You guys are fucked up. Just plain fucked up. I’m leaving.” I said angrily, slamming the door behind me. Well, fuck them. Fuck everyone. I am done with Harry’s dumbness. And his curly hair. Die, Harry Styles. Die.

Notes

Sorry it was short. It's late. Ugh, I need caffeine.
~Carrie