Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)


16. The kitchen

“You guys were gone for like 30 minutes I hope you used protection!” Charlotte slurred into my face, her breath reeked of alcohol. I grabbed the cup of beer from her hand set it onto the closest table. “Hey that’s mine!”

“You’ve had enough to drink.” I tell her.

“You’re not my mom.” She replied angrily trying to pick up her drink, but instead she loses her balance and falls. “Evangeline! You broke my heel! How could you! I thought we were friends!” she yells hobbling in the direction of the kitchen.

I must have looked disappointed be Alex whispered into my ear, “It wasn’t your fault, she’s drunk.”

“NO I know I’m just wondering where Liam and Sophie are…they would have stopped her from drinking…she has a bad habit of not knowing when to stop…” I tell him glancing around the room but not seeing neither Liam nor Sophie.

“Well they must be here; they couldn’t have just evaporated into thin air.” Alex tells me propelling me towards the kitchen.

I let out a small gasp when I see what’s unfolding in the kitchen. Alex stiffens beside me. Fists have formed in either side of him, he was about to charge but I grabbed his arm holding him back from causing a scene. He looks down at me, pain and anger bleached his already morbid eyes. I shake my head marching towards the door.

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