Carrie's POV
Myra ran out crying, while Harry balled hi hands into fists.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled trying to run after Myra. He held onto my shoulder.
"Carrie..." He trailed off.
"Let go of me." I replied slapping his hand. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside.
"Why would you say that to Myra? She isn't ruining my life! If anyone is it's you, jerk!" I seethed. His face got as red as my hair and he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Carrie, I'm not gay. I was drunk."
"It's not that I'm mad at you for being gay. Be as gay as you want. But I fell for you, and you couldn't even see that, bastard!"
"I didn't know! You didn't give any hints or anything!"
"I gave as many hints as I could! Which is a lot! You are just to dumb and hung up on Louis to see that!"
"Carrie, stop it!" He screamed, holding my wrist tightly.
"Let go of me Harry. I like my new hair. And I'm completely over you. In fact, don't talk to me anymore."
He crashed his lips on to mine. At first I didn't mind it. I just stood there. Then I pushed him away.
"Fuck you! You just stole my first kiss! I hope you are more than happy!" I yelled and slapped him. I saw people from the party looking through the window at me and Harry. I gave them the middle finger and stomped off of the porch and into my car. Harry knocked on the window and I let it down.
"Carrie, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was your first."
"Well it was. Know, I would appreciate it if you go dig yourself a hole and die in it." I retorted. He chuckled a bit, and I know it was because he was trying to keep tears back.
"Sorry. That was harsh." I apologized. Immediately I wished I didn't. He needed to cry. He has no idea how many times I have done it because of him.
"No, no it's ok. I'm sorry, Carrie."
"Apologize to Myra.. She needs it more than me. Night, Harry."

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