*THIRD PERSON' POINT OF VIEW*

Harry's heart is pounding in his chest as he walks through the hallway at fast pace. The loud music playing in the living room doesn't seem to do any good to calm him down, instead it angers him even more, if that's possible.

He looks around at all the people laughing, dancing and drinking and he feels like he's the only one in the world with so many problems. Like, God decided to burden him with all the pain in the world. The pictures he just saw makes his blood boil. The thought of his girlfriend getting intimate with some other guy causes him to see red everywhere.

"Harry." He hears someone calling his name from behind but instead of turning around he fastens his pace.

Harry doesn't feel like talking to anyone at the time. He wants out. He doesn't need anyone asking him what he's doing or where he's going.

"Hey. Wait up." The female voice says with a chuckle and Harry stops in his track when a hand is placed on his shoulder.

He wants nothing more than to push the woman away but he can't. He recognizes her voice and he loves her too much to make her upset or hurt her intentionally.

Taking in a deep breath Harry turns around and face the girl standing there with a smile but as soon as she sees the look on Harry's face,her smile dissappear.

"What's wrong?" Selvia asks him, her hand falling away from his shoulder as she tries to read the face of his beloved friend.

"I just want to get out of here is all." Harry says with a shrug, completely avoiding eye contact with her.

He knows that if he'll look into her warm, kind eyes, he'll break down into tears and he doesn't want that. He doesn't want to cry over Stella again.

"Look at me." Selvia orders her sternly but Harry shakes his head in response, closing his eyes momentarily and breathing out.

"Please," He says in a whisper, lips setting into a thin line, "don't make me do something i will regret later. Just let me go."

Seliva gives her a concerned look once before she fakes a smile and takes a step back.

"You know I'll always be there for you no matter what, yeah?" She asks him and Harry feels a tug at his heart. This is why he loves her. She never gets upset with him, she never lets him be alone in the time of need.

Harry nods his head at her before turning around and walking away. Thankfully, no one else pays him attention and he's able to leave the hell hole without any drama.

He walks and walks until he reaches the place he wanted to be at. Normally, when it comes to bars, people only have bad memories related to them but with Harry, it's different.

In his case, the local bar holds so many beautiful memories. He's always cherished the time he had spent there but right now, those memories only make him more upset.

He thinks of how his life would've been without that beautiful woman he loves so much. He wonders if he would've been happier if she wasn't in her life.

Harry frowns at the silly thoughts, he knows that he can't live without her, he knows that his anger for her won't last for more than a night or two. He loves that girl that much. The girl he fortunately gets to call his girlfriend.

His. She was his. She is his. She will always be his, till his death.

"Get me the strongest this bar offers." Harry orders the bar tender. He wants to drink, he wants to drink till he forgets about her. He wants to drink till those images of his woman with another man become non exsistent.

Harry gulps the sour liquid in three big gulps before ordering for another one and then another. He loses count after the fourth drink.

For a moment he closes his eyes and a smile takes over his face as he relives the first time he had laid hus eyes on her.

She stood in one corner, sipping the cherry red drink from the glass in her hand. Her gaze was lowered onto the floor as she continued to take sips every once in a while.

Harry had been watching the stunning woman for about fifteen minutes and he couldn't deny that he felt attracted to her as soon as he saw her.

He eyed her like a predator eyes it's prey, watching every move she made. A few men approached her but she didn't pay any attention to them, she just looked up at them momentarily before looking away again.

"You've been looking at her all night,man." Josh said with a chuckle, causing Harry to avert his gaze away from the beautiful sight.

"She's alright." Harry said with a shrug, gaze travelling towards her as he sipped his drink and smirked.

He was good with women. He knew just how to charm them with a few words and a dazzling smile. It wasn't really hard for him to get any girl he wanted and he was proud of it.

"She's sort of a friend." Josh told him causing Harry to raise his eyebrows as he turned his attention fully towards his brother.

"You kidding me?" Harry asked him and Josh just shrugged, smiling a little at how amazed Harry seemed.

"Fuck dude, prove it." Harry said biting his lower lip as he challenged his brother.

Josh took his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and Harry eyed him in confusion.

"Babe." He said into the phone and smiled at Harry, motioning him to look in the direction of the charming woman.

The girl had her phone pressed against her ear and then sghe looked up from the floor and in the direction of where they were sitting. A smile found her way on her lips as she saw Josh standing there but Harry had no time tell his brother that he believed him. He was fascinated with her smile. For some strange reason, it made him feel all jittery and nervous on the inside. Something he's never felt before.

The next thing Harry remembered was seeing her hugging his brother and how it had made him jealous all of the sudden.

"How are you?" The unknown girl asked Josh, completely ignoring Harry's presence.

Harry on the other hand felt another wave of excitement at the sound of her voice. It was like, everything she did intrigued him to no one.

Harry continued to stare at the girl like a creep as she talked to Josh about God knows what. All Harry could focus on was the way her lips moved as she talked and how she smiled everyonce in the while, causing her dimple to pop up.

"Meet this lad. He's my brother." Harry heard Josh saying and he blinked repeatedly as the stunning girl turned towards him with a small smile.

"I'm Stella." The girl introduced herself, bringing her hand out for Harry to shake and all he did is stare at he.

"Oh, I'm Harry." He finally said, flashing her a million dollars smile that worked on every woman.

He saw how the girl's eyes slightly widened and he knew that he had an affect on her, maybe not as strong as the affect she had on him but Harry knew that he will be able to take her home for at least a night. He felt greedy though, he didn't just want her for a night.

Just by seeing her smiling at him, Harry felt drawn and he was sure at that very moment that she will be something more than just a one night stand.

A hand squeezing Harry's thigh causes him to snap ouy of his world and into reality. Reluctantly he opens his eyes to see the source of his disturbance and he's about to snap at whoever it is but his voice gets stuck in his throat when he gets a clear you of the person standing in front of him.

She's sitting on the stool beside his. In the same black dress as the very first day. Her hair tied up in a ponytail and her lips stained with a beautiful pink coloured lipstick that Harry adores oh so much.

"You're here? " Harry's statement comes out more like a question and he chuckles lightly at his confusion.

Harry brings his hand upto her face, trailing his fingers against her soft skin but for some reason it doesn't make him feel calm and safe. He doesn't feel the pleasure he felt just by touching her soft skin.

Harry frowns at that, his hand falling away from the girl's face as ge blinks his eyes a couple of times and realizes that it's not his woman. It's someone else, someone who can't really take the place Harry has for Stella in his heart.

Harry clumsily removes the unknown girl's hand from his thigh and gives her the best glare he can in his drunken state.

"This," He says, pointing at himself, "it belongs to someone else."

Harry doesn't really listen to what the girl says in his ear before she kisses his cheeks and trots away. All he does is wipe the lipstick stain from his cheek, feeling disgusted by it.

He doesn't want to make the love of his life think that he cheated on her. He knows the pain of being cheated on. And no, he will never let his girl suffer that pain because he loves her too much to hurt her like that.

The thought again makes him upset and he realizes that no alcohal will ever be enough to burn those images out of his head.

Clumsily, Harry fishes the phone out of pocket and decides to call the person who he hates the most now. The person behind all his anger and sadness.

"Sup motherfucker?" Harry slurs into the phone as soon as the call is received.

"Harry, what's wrong?" He hears Josh asking and he lets out a loud, emotionless laugh, shaking his head at how amazingly he's faking concern.

"What's wrong?" Harry snaps into the phone, his jaw clenching as he tries to keep his calm. "You fucked her. You fucked her though you knew how much i love her, Josh."

There a silence on the other end and it causes Harry to slam his fist onto the counter in anger.

"Why? Fucking answer me, God damn it." Harry says at the top of his lungs, earning attention from a lot of people around him but he's too angry to give a fuck.

"You're drunk." Josh states and Harry takes in a deep breath at that, chuckling humourlessly.

"So? That doesn't change the fact that you didn't fuck what's rightfully mine."

Harry sees a security man approaching him and he groans, gulping a little bit of liquid in the glass before tossing it onto the floor and standing up from the stool he's been sitting on, all the while ignoring whatever Josh was barking on the phone.

Harry throws the wallet onto the counter before he stumbles out of the bar, pushing away the security gaurd who tries to support him as he reaches the exit door.

"Meet me outside the bar." Harry says into the phone, sitting down on the pavement and leaning against the wall.

"Alright." It is the only thing Harry listens to before he disconnects the line, unable to bear the voice of his very own brother.

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