Xenophobia

Sad eyes.

Cracking voice.

That's all Harry Styles could see and hear at this moment. The cheers and clinks of wine glasses around him seemed to drown out. The only thing consuming his mind is the sound of her voice. The sound of Khai's voice when he told her he could not make it tonight.

Her voice.

She said it was perfectly okay, that she understood. But the slight crack in her voice said otherwise.

Cracking voice.

He couldn't help but imagine the sadness that drowned out the beauty in her brown eyes.

Sad eyes.

Another shot.

Another fake smile towards someone whom he couldn't quite make out because of the alcohol in his system.

Luna was by his side the entire time, not bothering to talk him out of drinking because in all honesty, she could go for a couple of drinks as well. She was frustrated, just as he was.

Sad eyes.

Cracking voice.

Another shot.

Khai had been sending Harry sneak peaks of her dress for weeks, and he was more than excited to see her in it tonight. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't be able to tell her how beautiful she looked in the dress. He wouldn't be able to offer her some of the God awful punch they always serve at those events. He wouldn't be able to make her laugh with his dancing. He wouldn't be able to hold her close, slow dance with her to some cheesy love song under the Fluorescent lights that made her eyes shine so bright.

Another shot.

The vodka burned his throat, but the thought of Khai going to the dance with this Blue she had mentioned in the phone call an hour ago burned more. And he would rather black out for the night than stare at his hands and realize how empty they look without Khai's, and how hers looked in Blue's.

Blue.

Who the fuck is this Blue? Harry thought.

Another shot.

Luna said something to Harry, but it came out incoherent as his ears... His mind was blocked. She got up and left. Left Harry with the alcohol, with his thoughts. His fucking thoughts.

Another shot.

Worst case scenarios played inside that hazy head of his. Images of Khai falling in love with Blue was embedded in his head. His eyes burned from the tears that were forming in his eyes. He... He could give her so much more. He could give her happiness... The truth.

Another shot.

She could have a relationship that wasn't based on lies as how theirs was for the past few weeks. He could give her a relationship where they could be with each other and their families every Christmas, every thanksgiving... Every bloody holiday... Every fucking thing he could give her.

Alcohol was a bitch.

And Mark Styles was an asshole.

Harry well and knew he was the perfect guy for Khai. But alcohol was a bitch and Mark Styles was an asshole and he couldn't help but think otherwise at this moment.

Sad eyes.

Cracking voice.

Her hand in Blue's.

Her eyes looking in Blue's.

Her lips on Blue's.

Another shot.

And another.

And another.

Then all black...

Notes

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