Cara

(italics are flashbacks)

My head throbs painfully when I try to get up from the messy bed. I haven't taken a single look at myself and I know I look like a mess. I could stay in bed forever right now, but the noise from outside irritates me immediately.

I groaned, getting up off the bed to close the blinds. There was empty bottles of alcohol on the night stand and a few beer bottles on the counter. When did those get here? The mess in the sitting area was hard not to notice- pillows, a blanket, and half empty drinks all over the table and floor. Jesus Christ. Since when did we become so messy?

We didn't often drink together. Harry was strict with his alcohol intake and claimed it was because he lost control while intoxicated. It seemed like I was seeing less and less of him due to his busy life and my own.

I see a pot of freshly brewed coffee and a little note next to my mug, a smile plays on my lips.

As I poured coffee into my mug and prepared it slowly, I let myself eye the note. It was so like him to disappear and do something like this.

Seeing him had surprised me. It was always a big relief to see him despite what other people thought about our friendship. I liked knowing he was always there for me, I liked how I could tell him anything and he wouldn't judge me for it.

"I've missed you," Harry slurred, still goofy and happy as ever. No care in the world.

This was the Harry I knew and loved so much.

"Me too," I hiccup, soon after taking a big swig of the brown liquid in the bottle.

"Why don't we hang out anymore?" this time he asks a bit more seriously, a bit sad. It's like he knows I've been disconnecting from my friends and focusing on... Other things. It makes me feel guilty, he's been a good friend, waiting around for me.

I sigh. "I don't know, really. I think I'm just shit at keeping in contact."

Harry scooted closer to me and I felt his hand on my knee. "Just don't forget about me, ok?"

Our eyes locked and I found myself remembering everything that had happened between us. The late night parties, sneaking out of hotels to go to the beach, somehow finding each other on the other side of the world by chance, all our memories... They seemed so far away. I didn't even feel like that girl anymore.

"I could never do that."

He reminded me of her for so many reasons.

When Harry and I met, I was so infatuated with him. And as time went by, I realized how different he was from other people... I couldn't picture my life with anyone else. I remember wanting to marry him for the longest time.

My thoughts drift from Harry to Lizzy and I'm not sure why sadness overcomes me. It seemed like every time I had a good thing going for me, something stood in the way. It usually was me, or my own jealousy, but this time it had been her own choices. I thought I could get over it, but it was just there in the back of my mind. I know that she loves me and she makes me feel that she does, but that feeling of rejection is hard to tune out completely.

I ran a hand through my knotted hair, trying to remember what exactly had happened last night. It seems impossible to recall anything after we called room service. I spotted Harry's jacket drapped on the chair across the room, smiling to myself at his forgetfulness.

What time had he gone home?

And what exactly happened last night?

As bits and pieces of our conversation begin to surface, so does the guilt. I know what I'm like when I'm drunk, and by the feel of it, I got fucking wasted. The attraction was undeniable and our past wasn't the easiest to forget either.

My ringing phone broke me out of my haze. Somewhere in the room it rang loudly and while I rushed to find it, the mess was in the way.

"Where are you?" I asked the inanimate object in a sing song tone.

Finally, under a blanket and covered by one of my stray socks, I took it in my hand and answered.

"Helloo?"

"Good morning, gorgeous."

His voice sounded smooth.

"Hello, Harold. Where'd you disappear to?"

He chuckled. "I'm surprised you didn't wake up after I nearly knocked myself out when I tripped on one of your shoes. I'm at the studio right now, hiding out in a conference room."

I let out a laugh, a little too loud. "You left a mess, not me. Are you going to make a habit out of leaving your clothes here?"

"You're wearing my shirt, aren't you? Imagine the shit I got for showing up in a t-shirt that fits like shit."

Holy shit, I am wearing his shirt.

He notices I'm quiet on the line. I get the feeling that he has to tell me something, and that this talk is all just a mask for it.

"Cara?" he calls for me quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Did we... you know... Last night?"

"I don't know."

I know Lizzy would hate me if she found out about this. She'd probably never speak to me again. Despite our issues being resolved... Why did I feel like our problems were just beginning?

An: Cara and Harold sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes drunk sex, then comes marriage, then comes Cara with a baby carriage!

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