Friend or Foe

Harry—

“She gave me the best sexual drive
ever,” I told Ed as I drank from my
beer.

I was at a pub with one of my best
mates, Ed Sheeran. And I couldn’t get
the girl, Hannah, out of my head. It’s not
that I was in love or anything, but I
wanted her.

“So just do what you do,” Ed spoke,
“invite her to get some drinks, talk,
little touches here and there, and then
have sex.”

I give out a laugh. “If only it was that
easy,” I said. “She’s not that type; you
should’ve seen her at the bridal room.
Man, her curves are just delicious.”

I licked my lips as I replayed our snog
session, she was very good kisser and
her lips were so lush and perfect. For
the first time, I actually enjoyed kissing
a girl. I remembered talking to Anna
as I stared at Hannah.

“You want me to take the pony back?”
I asked Anna. “And make Hope
upset,” faking hurt.

I eyed Hannah, her hands were behind
her back, and she was looking at the
ground. I knew for sure she was
uncomfortable, but I liked it.

“Hannah,” I spoke, breaking her out of
her thoughts.

She looked up at me. “Yeah,” she
asked uncertain.

“Do you reckon that I take away the
pony?”

She looked at me and a little blush
crept up to her cheeks. She then
looked at Anna before answering.
“Are you considering to take care of
it?” Her question was aimed at me,
filled with sarcasm.

She played back, nice. “No,” I
answered looking at her.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Then
maybe we shouldn’t keep it.”

Anna laughed looking at both of us,
“Okay then,” she said with a hint of
humor. “I’ll keep it. For the sake of
Hope.”

And just like that, someone called
Hannah over and she just left with no
goodbye. Anna gave me a hug and a
goodbye from her behalf. After that, I
didn’t want to linger with the Currans,
disrespectful folks. So I just went
away, and I did earn a glare from the
groom, Jordan. I smirked to myself and
left. I hadn’t known why I went to the
party, but I was glad I did in the end or
else I wouldn’t have that snog from
Hannah.

“Go meet her?”

Ed’s proposal snapped me out of my
thoughts, was he crazy. Where taking
about the Currans, we’re family
enemies. I just went to the wedding to
make a commotion, didn’t work out
though.

“Are you crazy?” I ask in disbelief.
“She’s a Curran, I’m a Styles we’re
miles apart.”

“And you guys end up in a room,
kissing each other like there’s no
tomorrow,” Ed snickered.

I grin, “Unbelievable, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Ed nods and orders another
drink. After tipping the man he takes a
drink and blinks several times. He was
going to get wasted today. “Why are
you two enemies again?”

“Family enemies,” I correct. “Her father
cut out money for us because my
mother couldn’t pay for the gas we
used to use. They have a huge
business for oil and they find oil as
well.” I shake my head in sadness.
“They’re loaded and can’t even give it
out to charity.”

Ed gave a hiccup. “Is Hannah like that?”

“Dunno,” I shrug. “But that doesn’t
matter, I need to see her.”

Ed nods several times and then gives
out a burp. “Too bad you’re going to
New York tomorrow.”

I give out a groan and run a hand
through my hair, “Thanks for
reminding me.” I slump in frustration
and take a glance at Ed. His body was
slump and he looked like he might
pass out. I wrap a hand around his
waist and wave at the waiter. We step
out of the pub and the summer air hits
me, filled with sweat and passion. It
was humid and I was starting to sweat
and fall due to Ed’s weight. I struggled
to keep him up and called a cab over.
No way was I going to drive in this
state.

After dropping Ed on his bed, I
climbed back to the cab and without
even knowing I fell asleep.

“Excuse me young lad.”

I raise my head up and look at the
source of the voice. He was a middle
aged man with a bald spot. I took in
his uniform and sat up abruptly
rubbing my eyes.

“Sorry,” I apologize and stumble out of
the cab breathing in air. I get my wallet
out and hand him money without
even knowing it. “Keep the change,” I
mumble and in a sleepy haze I step
into my threshold when unexpectedly
I find my door unlocked.

This caught my attention and I
stepped in, fully awake. “Who’s there?”
I call and grab a cricket bat, the best
weapon I could find. My footsteps
echo through the house and a shadow
walks over to me. I raise the cricket bat
and give out a battle cry.

“WHOA!” The stranger yells and darts
away. “Harry!”

I blink my eyes trying to find the
familiarity of the voice when it sinks in.
“Caroline!” I hiss in surprise and lower
the bat. My 32 year old ex steps into
the dim light, looking taken off by my
reaction, hell I sure was.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I just wanted to chat, didn’t know
you would get wasted,” Caroline
spoke and gave me a disapproving
look. “I told you not get wasted when
you know you’re...”

“Christ!” I broke out cutting her off.
“Did you come here to talk or lecture
me?”

I threw the bat on the floor and walked
into my living room, throwing myself
to the sofa, legs wide opened and
cupping my chin with one of my
hands. I yawned as Caroline sat across
me.

“What?” I snap. “Never saw someone
drunk?”

I had this problem, whenever I was
angry I was loud and angry, it was a
problem and it would frighten the lads
most of the time.

“Nothing,” Caroline mummers looking
shocked. “I’ll take you to bed,” she got
up and offered.

“I can do it myself!” I yell and I motion
my hand as if I was swatting a fly. “Just
leave, I am in no mood to talk.” And
then I add, “Or have sex.”

Caroline drew back and nodded stiffly.
“I’ll go now.”

“You know the way out,” I grumble and
close my eyes.

I heard the door slam and I gave out a
sigh, I knew I shouldn’t have been rude
but I’m drunk. I stood up by clutching
the leather of the sofa, I swayed a bit
and collapsed on the floor.

“Ow,” I wince as I fell. Pain shooting
from my backside. I knew I couldn’t
stand up again so I made myself
comfortable the best way I could on
the tiled floor. After shifting a bit and
resting my head on the arm of the
sofa, I was out.

“Harreh!”

“Go,” I groan and move my head when it
falls to the floor. I snap awake.

My eyes adjust and I rub them,
removing the eye dirt. As they adjust,
I’m staring at Niall with a chicken
drumstick shoved in his mouth. “We
gotta leave mate,” Niall spoke.

He got up and I rolled my head.
Getting wasted last night was not a
great idea especially since I was
travelling to New York. I blinked and I
slowly got up from the floor, popping
my joints.

“Arrg!” I said as I stretched.

“Finally he’s up,” I heard and turned
around to see Liam rushing to me. He
hands me some clothes and I stare
down at it. “Get changed,” Liam told
me and walked away.

I shuffled towards the first floor
bathroom and quickly put on the
clothes Liam handed me. I was way
too tired to take a shower. I gave
myself a brief glance at the mirror and
I looked scary. I turned on the tap, and
winced as the cold water hit my face. I
walked out of the bathroom and into
the kitchen. I didn’t bother wiping my
face; it felt refreshing letting the water
drip.

Louis who was present in the kitchen
came over to me and rubbed my face
with the towel and sat me down on
the chair. He took a toothbrush,
squirted toothpaste and shoved it in
my mouth, brushing.

“A clean mouth is a happy mouth,”
Louis said as he brushed my teeth.

I jerked my head away but Louis held
it in place, Louis’s hand moving furiously
as it cleaned my teeth.

“Owf,” I managed to say since the
toothpaste was smeared on the side
of my face.

“Rinse,” Louis ordered as he brought a
glass of water. I managed to glare at
him and took the water in my mouth,
swishing it around my mouth and
threw it on the sink.

“That hurt,” I said and wiped my
mouth with the back of my hand.

“Eat,” Louis spoke fast. “Our flights in
half an hour and because of you, we’re
late.”

I quickly ate my burnt toast and forced
it down, my stomach didn’t like it but I
was hungry. I had a killer headache
and I still felt tipsy. Zayn forced me
into the car and put the shades over
my eyes. The ride to the airport went
by a haze; I was half awake, half
asleep.

“C’mon mate,” Zayn helped me as I
stumbled out of the car. The glaring
sun hit my face and I recoiled away
from it, somehow the sun managed to
shoot up more pain through my
head. I didn’t even notice as we went
by security and got our visas stamped.
We were now seated in first class and I
was dozing off with my long sprawled
legs spread out.

I felt a poke on my arm. “What?” I
groaned. “Can't I sleep I in peace?” I
was clearly annoyed, I was having a
hangover and the lads couldn’t cut me
slack some slack.

After that, I didn’t feel a poke but I did
hear the lads speak in hushed tones. I
would apologize to them later adding
it to my list of apologizes. I owed
Caroline one as well for my rude
behavior but for now, I was enjoying
my semi comfortable sleep.

Notes