I had my hands in my hair and my room was a mess. My girlfriend Camille left me because I was always killing someone and it made her mad. I calmed down and went downstairs, walking to the bar across the street. I got in without being caught and went to the drinks, getting a shot of Vodka. Minutes later I was drunk and had a girl dancing up on me. "Wanna go to my house??" "Sure." I dragged her to my house and went into my bedroom, ignoring the mess. I pushed her on the bed and ripped her clothes off, kissing her chest. She ripped mine off and you know what happened next.
I woke up naked in a bed, the light hurting my eyes and making me have a hangover. I groaned and got up, throwing on my boxers. I went to my bathroom and grabbed the pills and took them, seeing a random girl get up. She took some pills to and left the house, leaving me to clean the mess up. I started cleaning until the boys barged in, fighting. "Guys. Guys!! GUYS!!!" They all stopped and looked at me, Louis eating his carrots.
I was on a train heading to Doncaster because I couldn't stay in London. I bought a small apartment because that's all I could afford and I'm still looking for a job. The train finally stopped and I got off, walking to my apartment.
10 minutes later:
I finally reached my apartment, opening it. I headed inside and closed the door, looking around. There was already furniture in it so I was fine. On my left I saw a nice white couch and a fireplace, a big tv over it. The flooring was shiny wood and I was happy. To my right I saw the kitchen which was white and silver. I went to the hallway and looked to the left, seeing the bathroom. It was big. It had a shower by the window and the toilet by the sink. The door next to it was my bedroom and there was a extra bedroom for like babies or something. I put my bags in my bedroom and unpacked it, going to the kitchen. It had good food in it so I wouldn't have to buy food. I grabbed my laptop and sat on the couch, looking for jobs. I finally found a job where I work at the supermarket. I applied for it and I got accepted. I turned on the tv and watched a drama movie that was on. I got a phone call from Harry and debated if I should answer or not. I finally gave in and answered it, hearing Harry sigh. 'What do you want Harry?' 'Im sorry Camille. Take me back please. I messed up and I need you.' 'Harry, I can't just take you back after what you did. I already have a apartment and a job. If you change your mind and be nicer, I will let you come over. I live in Doncaster apartment number 504.' 'Thank you Camille.' He hung up and I sighed, leaning forward. I put my hands on my temples and sighed. 'What have I done? I don't know if I can forgive him yet.'