Wasted ||h.s.||

twenty

Anna

Last night felt like it would never end. Harry and I stayed away from each other for the rest of the evening with the help of Maeve and Niall. I could've sworn I kept catching him stealing glances at me, but every time I looked over at him he was busy making drinks or wiping down the bar.

By the time we got home, I was ready for a hot shower and the comfort of my bed. Mae kept begging me to talk, but I couldn't handle any more conversations about Harry and I knew that's what this was about. I brushed her off, telling her we could talk in the morning while secretly hoping she'd forget or let it go. She ended up dropping it, both of us knowing I'd snap at her if she pushed anymore and neither of us wanted that to happen.

My hopes of her letting it go flew right out the window the second I walked into the living room this morning, though. She was already up, sitting on the couch with her cup of coffee while she waited for me to wake up. I felt her stare as soon as I stepped out of the hallway and mentally cursed at myself for even thinking she'd actually forget about whatever she wanted to talk about. I walked past her, making my way into the kitchen to pour my own cup of coffee before I finally dragged myself over to her, plopping myself down beside her.

"So, what was last night all about? Harry seemed more pissy than usual," Mae bugs before I can even fully sit down.

"I have no fucking clue. He's so hot and cold all the time, no wonder I'm confused." I groan, throwing my hands in frustration.

"Well, walk me through what happened before Ni and I came in and saved the day", she says putting her hands on her hips, mimicking a superhero pose from her seat.

I roll my eyes, laughing at her cheesiness. "All I remember is walking in and he was getting the bar ready to open, then he immediately said something about me ignoring his texts and calls. Then I tell him that I'm not in the mood for his shit and then he starts yelling about how I've been ignoring him all week."

Mae sits on what I told her for a minute, pursing her lips while she thinks of how to respond. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head, already anticipating some sort of annoying lecture from her. But, she doesn't jump straight into telling me off for picking a fight at work or how dumb I am to not see his signs, instead she asks me the one question I wasn't expecting, a weird glint in her eyes as she speaks.

"He's been texting you all week?"

I furrow my eyebrows, not entirely sure why that's the important thing she got from that, "Yeah..." I trail off, silently asking her to elaborate.

"Hm," she hums to herself, nodding at her new information.

I stare at her when she doesn't say anything else, "Hm? That's all you got?"

"I mean, yeah. What else do you expect me to say?"

"I don't fucking know? Maybe that I'm an idiot for ignoring him and not just telling him I needed space this week. That I probably ruined any chance I had at anything with him by dropping him like that?" I try not to raise my voice and risk waking Evy up, but the frustration of her interrogating me first thing in the morning just to leave it at that is killing me. "Maybe even that your dumbass brother might actually be onto something and I'm fucking stupid for acting like this?"