Happy New Year Everyone!!!!

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Harry's POV



Shadow Hills High School's annual Winter Ball was rapidly approaching. The squeals of freshmen girls never ceased. Posters were being littered against the school walls and Ball King and Queen election was beginning. Now, I'd never had a problem with this type of atmosphere before. In fact, I actually love it. I loved the stress of thinking of new ways to ask Khai. I loved seeing other girls getting asked, whether they would accept or deny the request. I especially loved seeing Khai all flustered over getting a dress. I just loved it.

But today I was hungover. Fuck, I don't even think you can call this hungover. It's miles past that. I was on a whole new level of trashed. It feels as if someone keeps is repeatedly banging a hammer against my head. The harsh ultraviolet rays from the sun and girls screaming of excitement every bloody second weren't helping my case either. There was no doubt I looked like hell. I didn't bother to shower this morning, neither did I check if the clothes that I was wearing went with each other- or if they were even clean. More than likely I reeked of whisky, vodka and a hint of vomit seeing that's exactly what I woke up to in at Stanley's Pub this morning.

I spent the remainder of my Saturday and my whole Sunday in the corner booth at the run down establishment. Never bothering to check my phone. I'm sure Khai and my mother were worried about me. But quite frankly, I didn't really care at that point. I somehow managed to escape the lecture from my family, seeing that they had already left for work. My main concern now is Khai. There's no doubt that she'll fucking interrogate me. And though I appreciate that she cares, my head was pounding and I still haven't mustered up a good enough lie.

Avoiding her wasn't an option, seeing that we had History and French together. I took a seat in the library, absorbing the quietness that it came with. My shades were thrown across the table and I was just about to doze off when I heard someone clear their throat.

"What?" I ask, not bothering to lift my head up.

"Where the hell have you been?" The familiar voice caused me to shoot up from the desk, a pang of pain shooting through my skull causing me to groan in pain.

"Khai-"

"You look awful, Jesus, babe what happened?" I place my head back on the table. My mind was buzzing.

"I'm fine, love."

"You're hungover," she says. "Harry you never drink unless you're stressed. What's going on?"

I lift my head to look at her. Her big brown eyes are filled with worry. She looked beautifully cozy today. Her dark brown hair was in a high ponytail. She was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a Calvin Klein jumper that looked all too familiar. It was my jumper. And the memory of her gaining its possession replayed through my mind.

"Stop smiling and answer me," she whined.

"I swear I'm fine. Chad and I went to a party last night and it got a bit hectic," I lied. I lied straight through my fucking teeth, straight to her face. I knew for sure Chad wasn't even in town for the weekend, but she didn't know. It wouldn't hurt her.

"You wouldn't answer any of my calls or-"

"I know, babe. And I apologize for that, but my phone got thrown into a pool." Lies. Fucking lies.

She sighs, walking over to leave a kiss to my temple. "I feel like a crazy girlfriend."

I chuckle. "You're not crazy, just worried," I let my lips find their way to her cheek. "I love you."

"I lov- Harry what the hell happened to your hand?" She grabbed my hand, observing my knuckles. I forgot about the injury caused by my stupid actions. No doubt it was infected. I only dabbed peroxide on it once. And with the width and depth of the gashes, that wouldn't help.

"Remember that rug my mom got back in Thailand?" She nodded. "I tripped over it, causing me to land on the glass table in front of it and well..." That wasn't entirely a lie. I did trip over the stupid rug. But I didn't break the table. I punched a fucking wall.

"You're such a dork," she laughs. "You need to get this checked out."

I shook my head. "No, you know I hate hospitals."

She gave me a look and I immediately gave in with a sigh. She smiled in victory before placing her lips on mine. The kiss was short and sweet. It was nice and what I needed to somewhat calm this headache.

The bell rings and she gathers up her things, glancing at me. "Not going to class?"

I roll my eyes. "You know how I feel about Physics."

She laughs, nodding her head simultaneously. "Right. See you in History. I love you."

"I love you more," I say.

She was completely out of sight, but I barley heard her say "Not possible."

Oh, but it is, my love.

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