To say Eric and I were trashed would be such an understantment. We have moved our business elsewhere from the wedding. Weddings are bit formal to get wasted. A few of Eric's friend have met us at a local bar. I'm actually having a great time. I needed this. I needed to just get trashed and laugh with my best friend. That is exactly what I have been doing the entire night.

"Let's go dance loser" Eric slurs wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I laugh slightly nodding. There isn't really anyone dancing so Eric and I must look fucking stupid, but who cares. My hands go above my head as I swing my hips to the music. Enjoying my night with my favorite person.

-

I don't know how long we danced all I know is that my feet are killing me. I safely took a cab back to my place once they announced they were all going to the third bar. I can only handle so much. Now I'm sitting on the couch eating a tub of ice cream "texting" Harry. While wearing black running shorts and one of Harry's jumpers I stole.

I throw my phone down shrugging. I have a tub of ice cream I'm more than okay. Flipping through the channels and finally deciding on reruns of American Horror Story. Season 1 is the best season.

I groan when my phone starts ringing. Don't interrupt me when Tate is on the damn screen. A selfie of Harry appears on my phone making me smile slightly.

"Hello" I slur answering.

"Are you okay baby?" Harry calling me baby makes me grin even wider.

"Oh I'm great Baby" I giggle standing up. I almost loose my balance but catch myself.

"Are you, Ava Ray, drunk?" Harry smirk is practically shining through the phone.

"Yes, Harry Styles, I, Ava Ray, am drunk." I laugh standing from the couch. My stomach start turning. Fuck I'm gonna throw up.

"Fuck" I groan covering my mouth with my hand sprinting to the bathroom. My phone is thrown to the ground as my insides come up.

"I'll call you back" I say loudly so he can hear me and then hang up before he can respond. Harry doesn't need to see- well hear me get sick. We aren't that far into our "relationship" or whatever the fuck this is.

The ice cream was still cold. Gross.

-

After my insides finished coming up through my throat. I lay back down on the couch regretting all of my life decisions up to this point. My stomach hurts and my feet hurt. I groan in pain when I hear my door open. Not the time for someone to break in.

"Ava! Are you okay?" Harry is by my side. My vision slightly blurry. I squint my eyes as I adjust to his face.

"Mm Hi Harry" I smirk slightly running my fingers through his hair.

"Hi Ave. Are you okay?" He repeats his question.

"I am perfectly fine" I lie. I think I got hit by a truck.

"You are an awful liar." Harry chuckles. He lifts my head up sitting down then resting my head on his plaid pant covered lap.

"How was the wedding?" Harry tries making conversation with my drunk self.

"You know just cake" I slur putting my fingers in his Hair again.

"Harry would you want to get married?" I blurt out.

"Like in general or are you proposing?" Harry smirks at me resting his arm around my waist.

"In general" I mumble.

"Uh I don't know really. Maybe if the right women came into my life. Unless I knew 100% that I could spend everyday with her for the rest of my life with no regrets and always love her. I probably wouldn't. Commitment isn't really my thing. What about you?" Harry's answer makes my brain hurt. God I hope I remember this in the morning.

"I want to get married and come home to my amazing husband every night and just be in love. I want my kids to be so grossed out at how in love their parents are." I giggle.

"That would be pretty amazing" Harry whispers smiling slightly looking down at my with admiration.

"Harry why haven't you asked me to be your girlfriend?" I say the first thing that comes to my mine. Fuck why did I just fucking say that. Harry's eyes widen.

"I don't- I don't really date Ava." Harry sighs. I roll my eyes removing myself from his lap.

"Figured" I laugh shaking my head. My stomach start turning from moving so suddenly and Harry's answer. I cover my mouth and sprint to my bathroom.

I'm never drinking again.

When I feel Harry's hand on my back I immediately relax. No. I'm not letting him fuck with my emotions.

"Get out, Harry." I mumble keeping my head by the toilet in case I vomit again.

"I don't care if I see-" I cut him off glaring at him.

"No get out of my apartment and out of my damn life." He furrows his eyebrows confused. His eyes immediately flashing with pain.

Don't throw up Ava.

"What? I don't understand?" He seems genuinely confused.

"Go Harry. I don't want you to keep doing this. I don't want all this lovey dovey shit and then you won't even ask me to be your fucking girlfriend. I refuse to be anybody's fucking toy. I can't believe you even thought you could string me along like this!" By the end of my rant I'm shouting at him. I ignore the aching in my head, stomach and mainly chest.

"I'm sorry. It's not like that I just can't-"

"No Harry! I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. Just go! Leave me alone! Don't worry I get it you can't love anyone besides yourself!" I yell pushing him.

"Love. You think this is fucking love" He motions between us. If looks could fucking kill I would be in jail.

"Fuck off. That's not what I meant you Ass. Get out of my apartment." Fighting with Harry has sobered me up quite well. My mind isn't fuzzy any longer.

"Why do girls need love in a relationship. Why can't they just be happy with a good fuck" He snarls.

"Because Harry unlike all those others girls that you just got into bed I have respect for myself!" I cross my arms pushing past him walking back to the living room.

"I think the word is actually prude" Harry laughs. I bite my cheeks at I feel my eyes start watering. Don't you cry bitch.

"If that's what you want to call it then okay. I don't have the energy or do I care enough to continue fighting with you." One tear slides down my face my eyes staring at the ground.

"Please just go" I beg him. My voice betrays me and cracks. I don't want him to see me breakdown.

"Ava. I'm sorry." Harry whispers as he realizes he fucked up.

"You always are." More tears. I hate crying in front of people. I feel so weak and needy.

"I'm an asshole. I love how you aren't like those other girls. I don't know why I said that. I just- I say things I don't fucking think." Harry grabs my hand but I pull away shaking my head.

"Go." My voice is stern. Harry has a war inside his mind before he plants a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm sorry, Baby" Harry calling me that makes my eyes scrunch up. Fucking tears. When I hear my door close I let out a sob. I'm not prude am I?

-

Two days after Harry and my fight. I don't know what happens after this. I guess nothing. He hasn't reached out to me over text or tried to call me. I fix my leather jacket as I walk down the streets. Eric was supposed to meet me at the park with his dog, but I don't know if he actually is going to. He has been weird lately. ( her outifit is above or beside or whatever)

I reach the park and sit down on a bench crossing my legs. My heart leaps when my eyes see a familiar mop of curls and then it shatters when I see his arms wrap around another girl.