Last One Standing
Chapter Three
*Flashback*
It had been three weeks since I'd seen Harry, and that was like a year in time to us. The boys were performing so I was supposed to meet Harry for dinner afterwards. I spent all night getting ready. I couldn't believe that it was finally happening.Harry told me that he’d call after the show, and he did, but it wasn’t his voice.
“You here love?” It was so unrecognizable that I double checked the caller ID; sure enough.
“Harry? Are you okay?”
“Nope… I don’t think it’s ever been this bad before.” I had heard Harry’s voice after every show, and he was right; he had almost completely lost his voice. “Hannah, I’m so sorr…”
“Don’t even start to apologize to me! It’s been weeks, I can wait one more night.” This was the longest that we had ever been without each other since the spring break of 2000, when his family went on vacation without mine. We both complained about missing each other so much that we went on vacations together from then on.
Most girls wouldn’t have interrupted his beautiful voice, but I wasn’t most girls.
“I know! I just feel so ba…”
“Do you really think that I want whatever you’ve managed to catch?” His hoarse laughter filled the line.
“Wow! Selfish much?” I could mentally see the smile on his face.
“Only with you darling!” We both chuckled. “Get some rest and I’ll bring over some soup in the morning.”
“Lou can just…”
“Forget Lou! After all, there’s no touch like mine.” I said, teasing him sarcastically.
“Oh, I get all flustered when you take control like that,” he teased back.
“Shut up. Go to sleep.”
“I love you!” he screamed, followed by deep coughs.
“I know you do! Goodnight Harry.”
In the background, I heard, “Harry and Hannah sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g …” Then I heard Louis moan, assuming that Harry had hit him, I hung up.
My tweet was short and sweet, “All dressed up and nowhere to go -_- #WasteOfMyTime” Half an hour later, I was on my way to the club with my best friend, Trisha. El and Dani were going to meet us there. A night without the boys was a rare occurrence so, though I wasn’t going to see Harry, I was really excited about just getting to be with the girls. My next tweet: “A night with just the girls! Lol thought I’d never see one again! #GettingSmashed”
Once we were all at the club, we all got our first round of shots. Trish and I downed three more before grabbing a margarita each and heading to the dance floor. We girls started a grind line, El and Dani being careful to stay on the opposite end of it as Trish. They weren’t incredibly fond of Trish, but they knew that I was kind of down because of Harry so they dealt with it.
With all of the liquids that were going in me, eventually, something needed desperately to come out of me. El was certain that I was having a hard time keeping my drink down, but once she noticed my nearly crossed legs, she was convinced. I raced to the bathroom. As I was shoving through the crowd, the urge just got stronger. I had crawled under arms and pushed through so many grind lines that the two who were all over each other in the hallway got nearly shoved into the wall. As I turned the corner into the bathroom, I looked back, seeing that they hadn’t come up for air long enough to notice me.
After relieving myself, I wasn’t worried about rushing back to the girls. Walking back out of the bathroom was when I noticed the couple again. The blond girl… well woman… had to be six feet tall, at least. Pressed to her, was a man shorter than her, but taller than me, and defiantly younger than his partner.
Hesitantly drifting closer, it hit me. His large hands were wandering from her back to her backside, pulling the two closer together, as if it was possible. Harry’s curls were sticking out between the wall and her hair that was covering both of their faces. When the moment of realization hit, I was in shock. I didn’t think, I couldn’t think. I had to do something.
I tapped him on the shoulder, not knowing what would come out of my mouth. “Baby, the doctor called!” Harry pulled away from his bird, looking confused. “Honey we should leave, I shouldn’t be drinking.” I placed a hand on my stomach and began to walk away, just as the realization came over his face. Spiteful... Spiteful is good. I felt a link around my wrist; it was something chaining me to him. I turned around, “I hope you’re happy with her…” I said, sorrow in my eyes, hear and mind. I pulled free from his grip around my wrist and walked away. That was the last thing that I said to Harry; it was the last thing I thought I’d ever say to him. I looked back at him for what I thought was the last time. It was painful to look into his eyes. He didn’t look mad, he didn’t say anything… It didn’t look like he could. He knew he was wrong, and every apology that he needed was in his eyes; every sense in my brain wanted to run to him, but I couldn’t. He knew what he was doing before I ran into him, and it didn’t matter to me why. He had lied to me. Stricken with a torn expression, I turned the corner leaving a close to tears Harry Styles by the bathroom, straying back into the crowd.
*End of Flashback*
Just as peaceful as the water had come was just as rapid as it turned to a flow of ice that started in my hair and dripped down my back. First, I kicked off the water before I rung out my hair and jumped out of the shower. At the same time, I was pulling open the shower curtain.
It had been three weeks since I'd seen Harry, and that was like a year in time to us. The boys were performing so I was supposed to meet Harry for dinner afterwards. I spent all night getting ready. I couldn't believe that it was finally happening.Harry told me that he’d call after the show, and he did, but it wasn’t his voice.
“You here love?” It was so unrecognizable that I double checked the caller ID; sure enough.
“Harry? Are you okay?”
“Nope… I don’t think it’s ever been this bad before.” I had heard Harry’s voice after every show, and he was right; he had almost completely lost his voice. “Hannah, I’m so sorr…”
“Don’t even start to apologize to me! It’s been weeks, I can wait one more night.” This was the longest that we had ever been without each other since the spring break of 2000, when his family went on vacation without mine. We both complained about missing each other so much that we went on vacations together from then on.
Most girls wouldn’t have interrupted his beautiful voice, but I wasn’t most girls.
“I know! I just feel so ba…”
“Do you really think that I want whatever you’ve managed to catch?” His hoarse laughter filled the line.
“Wow! Selfish much?” I could mentally see the smile on his face.
“Only with you darling!” We both chuckled. “Get some rest and I’ll bring over some soup in the morning.”
“Lou can just…”
“Forget Lou! After all, there’s no touch like mine.” I said, teasing him sarcastically.
“Oh, I get all flustered when you take control like that,” he teased back.
“Shut up. Go to sleep.”
“I love you!” he screamed, followed by deep coughs.
“I know you do! Goodnight Harry.”
In the background, I heard, “Harry and Hannah sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g …” Then I heard Louis moan, assuming that Harry had hit him, I hung up.
My tweet was short and sweet, “All dressed up and nowhere to go -_- #WasteOfMyTime” Half an hour later, I was on my way to the club with my best friend, Trisha. El and Dani were going to meet us there. A night without the boys was a rare occurrence so, though I wasn’t going to see Harry, I was really excited about just getting to be with the girls. My next tweet: “A night with just the girls! Lol thought I’d never see one again! #GettingSmashed”
Once we were all at the club, we all got our first round of shots. Trish and I downed three more before grabbing a margarita each and heading to the dance floor. We girls started a grind line, El and Dani being careful to stay on the opposite end of it as Trish. They weren’t incredibly fond of Trish, but they knew that I was kind of down because of Harry so they dealt with it.
With all of the liquids that were going in me, eventually, something needed desperately to come out of me. El was certain that I was having a hard time keeping my drink down, but once she noticed my nearly crossed legs, she was convinced. I raced to the bathroom. As I was shoving through the crowd, the urge just got stronger. I had crawled under arms and pushed through so many grind lines that the two who were all over each other in the hallway got nearly shoved into the wall. As I turned the corner into the bathroom, I looked back, seeing that they hadn’t come up for air long enough to notice me.
After relieving myself, I wasn’t worried about rushing back to the girls. Walking back out of the bathroom was when I noticed the couple again. The blond girl… well woman… had to be six feet tall, at least. Pressed to her, was a man shorter than her, but taller than me, and defiantly younger than his partner.
Hesitantly drifting closer, it hit me. His large hands were wandering from her back to her backside, pulling the two closer together, as if it was possible. Harry’s curls were sticking out between the wall and her hair that was covering both of their faces. When the moment of realization hit, I was in shock. I didn’t think, I couldn’t think. I had to do something.
I tapped him on the shoulder, not knowing what would come out of my mouth. “Baby, the doctor called!” Harry pulled away from his bird, looking confused. “Honey we should leave, I shouldn’t be drinking.” I placed a hand on my stomach and began to walk away, just as the realization came over his face. Spiteful... Spiteful is good. I felt a link around my wrist; it was something chaining me to him. I turned around, “I hope you’re happy with her…” I said, sorrow in my eyes, hear and mind. I pulled free from his grip around my wrist and walked away. That was the last thing that I said to Harry; it was the last thing I thought I’d ever say to him. I looked back at him for what I thought was the last time. It was painful to look into his eyes. He didn’t look mad, he didn’t say anything… It didn’t look like he could. He knew he was wrong, and every apology that he needed was in his eyes; every sense in my brain wanted to run to him, but I couldn’t. He knew what he was doing before I ran into him, and it didn’t matter to me why. He had lied to me. Stricken with a torn expression, I turned the corner leaving a close to tears Harry Styles by the bathroom, straying back into the crowd.
*End of Flashback*
Just as peaceful as the water had come was just as rapid as it turned to a flow of ice that started in my hair and dripped down my back. First, I kicked off the water before I rung out my hair and jumped out of the shower. At the same time, I was pulling open the shower curtain.
Notes
It's gettin' juicy! It's goin' down... Don't worry, it's a lot of up hill from here :Dxoxo Hannah <3
so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!
10/20/16