"I'm gonna throw up!" I held my stomach and immediately stood up off the car to walk back and forth. He had just told me the one thing that I feared the most and I felt sick to my stomach. "You probably had sex with her didn't you- oh God please just don't say that to me I won't be able to take the pain-"

"Wait, no it's not like that," Harry said quickly jumping off the back of the car to stop me from pacing. His hands held my face and he shook his head. "Look at me, I'm going to explain everything but I need you to know that I did not sleep with Jessy. Alright? I didn't sleep with anyone for that matter. I just need to tell you before you hear it from someone else." Slowly I nodded, feeling the need to sit down from nausea I had caused myself to feel.

Of course, Harry wouldn't sleep with her. He wouldn't hurt me like that.

But why would he talk to her?

*

One month ago

Harry

I drove to the nearest 7/11 and bought myself a blue slushie, crying my eyes out in my car. Love hurts by Nazareth played loudly over the speakers as I sobbed violently. This pain in my chest was the worst pain I've ever felt. 

Worse than when I got my balls waxed.

Please don't judge me.

Or ask why I got them waxed in the first place.

It was Niall's idea.

I remember the night Jessy broke up with me feeling like a small pinch in the arm compared to the twenty thousand stab wound pain I felt right now. 

A part of me knew that Bonnie would break up with me, but another part of me really hoped that we would just, I don't know, be fucking happy, get married, and have a family with a dog and stuff. We'd live in a cool ass house and be together forever.

Or maybe we would be those cool people that travel everywhere with our millions of dollars or something.

As you can see, I'm not meant for nice things.

Was this even a breakup, or was it a break? Was I supposed to be crying this much? Who gives a fuck my heart hurts.

A tapping on my window caused me to flinch and turn to face an employee from inside. The man was about ten feet tall and looked like he beat kittens for fun. He had more tattoos than I did and was a proper badass.

I rolled my window down while turning down the music. "Hey, buddy." He smiled at me, sort of talking to me like I was a little boy who just lost his parents at the grocery store. "You alright?"

"I'm- I've been better," I admitted to him while wiping away my tears.

He nodded slowly, slouching a bit to meet eye to eye with me in my car. "Yeah, sometimes things get tough. I've just noticed that you've been sitting outside of our store for about two hours and a few customers have mentioned seeing you crying. Do you need me to call anyone for you?"

"Uh...no I can call my friend Niall." He nodded still standing there with sympathetic eyes. "It's just that my girlfriend wants to take a break and I'm just- you know when you want something to work out and it doesn't, how much it sucks?"

"Yeah I do, I wanted to be a singer. Went on the X Factor and sang isn't she lovely. They said I was too young and wouldn't make it. Now I work here." he looked down. "Do I look like a singer?"

"Um, No i-"

"Exactly! I look like a guy who works at a 7/11!"

There was a long pause and we both just stared at each other before I cleared my throat. "I- uh- I'll just head out-"

"Yeah okay, take care." I nodded and finally turned on my car to drive over to Niall's house.

Somewhere along the way, my phone vibrated and I realized it was a phone call. The name on the screen caught me off guard and I felt the urge to ignore the call, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. "H-hello?"

"A little bird told me that my daughter just put a bookmark in your relationship?" 

Although I was on my way to Niall's place, I found myself outside of Louis' bar ready for a beer. "Lorraine, your daughter just broke my heart! I demand you do something about this! Make her change her mind and take me back. I've waited for what feels like eighty-four years to love her and I feel like I've lost half of my heart."

Bonnie's mom sighed quietly, probably contemplating on what to say to me. "Oh sweetie, I know it's terrible but you'll get through this. How about I give you the number of a really great therapist I know in San Diego, maybe discussing your emotional problems will help-"

"Therapy isn't going to help me. Besides, I don't believe in it." Much like how Bonnie can convince me to do anything, I somehow let her mum break me down. Ten minutes of talking, I finally took the number down.

*

Of course, therapy had to wait a few days. I finally decided to go into Louis' bar and found it to be pretty empty. A few looks were shared by random customers and I was confused as to why.

When I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the bar where all the bottles of alcohol sat, I then realized how much of a mess I was. My hair was disheveled, my eyes swollen and red, and my lips blue from the big gulp slushie I drank earlier.

I looked like I just gave a Smurf the dick sucking of his life.

Louis noticed me immediately, switching from one drunk guy to a soon to be drunk guy. "Welcome, you look like shit."

"Yeah." I nodded slowly as I reached one of the bar stools and took a seat onto the cushion leather seat. He poured a glass of water for the man beside me and called him an Uber home before turning his attention to me. 

"What'll it be Harold?" I decided on whiskey because I want to feel the sting and painful heartburn that I deserve the next day.

Fuck, I'm like really sad.

He poured a glass for me and set it in front of me. We shared a look before he finally decided to ask what was going on. "Bonnie broke up with me." He gasped, mouth slightly open when he began pouring more into my glass.

"You need it, it's on the house." I thanked him and began drinking when Niall texted me.

N: hey do you and Bonnie want to have dinner tonight?

H: I don't think that would be good

N: why not, I'll pay I got a raise at my job.

H: bonnie broke up with me and I'm at the bar with Louis.

N: WHAT?? 

N: ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME??

H: no I'm deadass right now my heart hurts.

N: holy shit balls. Listen I'm out of work in an hour. Don't drink too much harry I'm gonna pick you up and we can talk.

H: k

Of course in that hour I had managed to get wasted. I stared at the photo of Bonnie on my phone and just kept asking for more and more drinks until my bladder finally came to its senses and I had to pee.

Stumbling to the bathroom, I somehow managed to unzip my pants and pee without hurting myself. 

Somehow I ended up outside in the alleyway holding my phone to my ear. Who was I calling?

"Hello?"

"Hey life ruiner, have you been basking in the glory of ruining my relationship?" My voice was slurred and I was now lying on the sidewalk.

"Harry?" The voice spoke calmly. "Why are you calling me?" Jessy questioned.

"Because you ruined my fucking life!" I had this annoying habit when I was drunk where I couldn't control the sound of my voice. "Because of you, Bonnie- my Bonbon, my baby, my cinnamon apple, and I broke up! Why did you have to be on our vacation? I hate you and your stupid yoga you 'see you next Tuesday'!"

I couldn't call her a cunt, I wasn't that mean.

"Y-you two actually broke up?" I rolled my eyes. "Where are you, do you need me to pick you up?" 

Honestly, if I rolled my eyes any harder I would be blind from them rolling out of my damn head. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I screamed into my phone. "I wish I can put you on a rocket and blast your ass to another planet, but then I'd feel bad for the aliens that would have to deal with a monstrosity of a human being. Your personality alone would make them not only kill the human race but also themselves."

It was quiet for a long minute before she spoke. "A simple no would have been sufficient, Harry."

"Aren't you soooooo in love with Daniel? Why did you even answer my call? You know he deserves better than you." I looked around and noticed a familiar person walking towards me in the alleyway.

"Harry, I made a mistake breaking up with you. I thought if I dated Daniel, maybe you would get jealous and want me back. How was I supposed to know Bonnie would want you?" 

Damn, I did not think she would admit to all of that.

"Harry?" The figure in front of me became clear and I immediately knew who it was.

"Hey look everyone it's Nigel Thornberry!" I laughed as he lifted me up off the ground. "Oh, smashing!" Niall sighed loudly taking the phone and shutting it off.

"You will get this back when you learn that your actions have consequences."

Now

Bonnie

"She came by anyways and saw me and I basically told her that I don't care what happens to her at this point. I'm sorry that it took me losing you to realize that I don't want anyone else Bonbon, it's only you. It will always be you." Harry held my hand just as a firework went off loudly into the night sky. This whole scene was romantic and I felt better now that he had gotten to tell her how he felt. "Lowkey this would have been a good idea if I was going to propose." He says randomly.

We both laughed. "I might have said yes," I admitted feeling like we were okay now.

"One day." He promised me. "I love you."

"I love you." He pulled me into his chest closely. I took a deep breath and felt like a fresh start was in the works. We had so much work ahead of us and it was going to be so worth it.

We pulled away from each other, our eyes meeting for a moment. He moved down to my lips quickly and for a brief moment, I almost pulled away.

But, I couldn't wait any longer. Slowly we leaned in to gently press our lips together for the first time in so long.

And then all hell broke loose.

It was like getting a taste of a drug after years of sobriety. My insides were on fire in the best way. My arms wrapped around his head, tilting my head to the side and opening my mouth. We were in perfect sync with one another, our kisses turning into a heated make-out session. He sat me on the back of his car and kissed me roughly. I had missed this.

I wanted more.

No. I needed more.

Pulling away I looked at him gasping and practically ripping his shirt open. "Bonnie what about-"

"Please Harry, just shut up and fuck me." I moaned as I left wet open kisses along the side of his neck to his jaw, finally reaching his lips to gently tug on his bottom one.

"Bonnie..." He moaned.

"Please daddy," I whispered against his lips.

"Oh, Jesus forgive me." And just like that, I was taken to the back seat of his car.

*

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k