Acquaintances

Chapter 61: 23

Harry: Hypocrit.

Me: Hypocrite* You're so predictable, who you gonna call next, Fleur?

Harry: Already done.

Me: Of course- have a nice life.

Harry: This is for your own good.

Me: I think I will decide what is good for me, thanks.

Harry: Don't act all high and mighty now, you're the one who did this to us.

Me: I did this to us?! There is no us, there has never been an us there was only ever almost because every time we got close to being an us, you fucked it up. So forgive me for having reservations, and forgive me for doing ONE thing wrong in the past year when you have done at least FIVE. Fuck off.

Harry: You're seriously sinking so low as to start this argument through text?

Me: Yeah well it's not like you would talk to me when I tried.

Harry: Because I have nothing to say to you.

Me: Then why are you texting back?

Harry: Why are you?

Me: You know why. Don't be a dick.

Harry: No I actually don't know why, you claim to love me and all that shit but you haven't actually forgiven me for everything that went down. Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong.

Me: Happy Valentines Day Harry.

I wasn't expecting Harry to reply- but his one word response said everything.

He's so fucking infuriating I can feel my blood boiling.

"This is the worst Valentines Day ever. I literally thought I would have to choose between who to spend it with and now I have no options. Karma is such a clever bitch and I am totally deserving of her attack but still."

"Come on. You need a drink and I need to not hear you whine about how much you love my brother."

"Oh fuck off. You love it. If you didn't want us to be together you would hate me for fucking him over, but you want me and him to live happily ever after, like I used to, so you have to keep me around." I swing my arm around her shoulder as we stand up off the bench and saunter down the street to the nearest bar. It's a little early in the day for a drink but who cares, it's Valentines Day and I'm alone and that's fucking great because I don't care anymore.

I hate Harry Styles with all my heart.

"Don't you have a date with Ashton to get to?" I remind her as I hoist myself up onto a bar stool. Gemma is busy texting Linda and Gab to come meet us.

"He'll wait." She shrugs. Fuck yeah.

Half an hour later, Linda and Gab had joined us at a round bar table, and we were all happily sipping on extremely alcoholic drinks.

"Valentines Day, what a joke." Gab shakes her head, downing the rest of her drink.

"Wishing you had a man?" Gemma smirks.

"Always. But I'm so sick of dating, that whole awkward first date, and then you have the first sexual encounter which really seals the fate of the relationship. You would not believe the shit I've had to put up with."

"I really wouldn't, I haven't slept with anyone who isn't in One Direction or Matt Healy in over a year." I say, which sounds like I'm boasting but I really didn't intend to.

"Oh your problems are so bad, must be shit to be you hey." Gab teases, shaking her head.

"No like I'm genuinely curious to know what dating is like, I've never really done it the normal way and definitely don't intend on starting anytime soon."
"Well to start there's nothing more disappointing then when an attractive guy is a real dud in bed."
"And what constitutes a dud in bed?" I ask, twirling my straw and feeling three sets of eyes snap to me. I look up innocently, "What?"