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• Y/N POV •

Water splashed everywhere as everyone jumped in the pool. We had informed people to carry bathing suits with them in case they wanted to go for a swim in the Holland's big pool later. I splashed at the people splashing at me, but stopped as I felt the need to talk to my bestie. I was very drunk and apparently missed the dumbass. I looked around catching Harry talking with a brunette girl across the pool at the edge. I got up from the water, someone behind me whistling at me, and headed towards Harry.

"Hey dickhead." I said with a failed attempt of jumping on his back as my energy was running low. He turned around making sure I didn't fall, then quickly afterwards nudged me away. The girl in front of him smiled at me. Bitch. I did not have any kind of restraint just because Harry was talking to a girl. It was my birthday too and I am apparently very attention seeking when drunk.

I grunted and moved back a little and with a running, I jumped him and got him with me in the pool. I guess I'm very stubborn when drunk as well.

My head broke the water's surface and my eyes immediately met Harry's dead eyes. My sprightly face turned to furrow my brows.

"Why are you so moody?" I grunted, completely forgetting how I had just interrupted Harry talking with a girl. He loved girls, and me being a cock block definitely annoyed him.

"You are really annoying when you're drunk." He scoffed and turned to get out of the water.

"You're really annoying in general. Congratulations on the title, annoying-ass." I said as if it was the best comeback in history - not - and splashed water at him. I laughed but Harry kept heading to the pool ladder.

When he got out he went straight to the brunette and I could tell he was apologizing with his so-called 'Harry charm'. She grinned and I could almost clearly tell by her mouthing, that she was accepting his apology, even though I saw a little blurry. I felt someone attacking me from behind and I turned to see Audry. She asked me to come have fun across the pool with her, Jake and some others, but I kindly rejected as Harry had turned down my mood.

"I want Tom."

I went out of the pool and over to Harry.

"You are such a mood killer. Imma go fuck your brother, bye." I said, no hesitation. Harry smiled taking it as a joke.

"I love you." He assured me as I left him with the girl. I gave him the finger.

Walking towards the staircase I noticed how I was walking straight. The pool must had sobered me up a little. I went to the kitchen and downed two shots, gagging every time I swallowed. I was almost all alone. A few people were laying on the couch not looking their best and the rest were at the pool. I smiled watching how people were having a great time.

"Maybe I should start partying more."

I walked to the staircase again and made my way to the top. Just as I was reaching Harry's room, a door further down the hallway opened and out came Tom. My lips curved into a smile watching him standing with his curly hair and abs free as he was pulling on a shirt. Our eyes met and I was just about to run to him as my smile faded and a girl stepped out behind him. Tailor.

"What. the. fuck."

"Hey." Tom said walking towards me, smiling, like he didn't just come half naked out of a room with the girl I hated most in the world. I stepped back as he got too close, my eyes locked on the ground.

"What the actual fuck Tom?" I started, tears forming in my eyes, which were still looking at the ground.

"What dar-" He started, putting his finger to my chin to lift up my look but I quickly pulled away.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I looked at him tears now streaming down my cheeks. His smile turned to a worried face as he saw my expression. He looked back at Tailor, as if he only just realized what was happening.

"Don't look at her, look at me!" He turned to face me. "I leave you for a bit and you go fuck another girl. And not just a girl, but fucking Tailor!" I yelled, knitting my fists.

"It's not what it looks like, I promise!" Tom replied as the classic 'I didn't cheat' line.

"Well what is it then!? Cause it definitely looks like you just came out of a room with only you and Tailor in it. Half naked!" I yelled. My tears slowly stopped running as it now was pure anger.

"He surely didn't have a shirt on." Tailor added from behind, but I ignored her.

"Shut up Tailor." Tom shouted at her and turned to me with a soft look on his face.

"Y/N, I would never do anything like that to you." He tried.

"It's not like I don't know who you truly are! What kind of a man you are!" I said hoping to hurt him.

"We were just talking!" He shouted, an angry expression sneaking onto his face.

"About what!?" I shouted even louder, being all the way up in his face.

He let go of his anger and knit his brows. He looked at me without saying a word. Just as I had imagined.

"He's lying to me."

"I'm not just a hookup." I almost whispered, but intensely and turned around. I ran down the stairs and the tears started streaming again. I felt my head started spinning again and just as I reached the front yard I threw up. The taste of the puke made me cry even harder. I felt miserable. The sad feeling that had filled my body was nothing like I'd ever experienced before. I sat down on the grass and clenched my fists to punch the bush I was leaning against.

"Why!? Wh-why is it that the first time I let m-my guards down for a boy, it's someone l-l-like him. I'm so.. naive." I said to myself in a voice stifled with sobs. I squeezed myself trying to keep warm. I never got to change so I was still only in my bikini and it wasn't exactly the warmest night of the year.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice asked just after the sound of the front door shutting. I looked up to see Harrison.

"What's up?" He questioned squatting down and putting his coat around me. I sniffed and put my arms into the sleeves of the coat.

"Tom is a cold-hearted-super-big-fucking-idiot." I said punching the grass. Harrison sat down besides me.

"I'm sorry Y/N. How did you find out?" Harrison started and put an arm around me.

"Did you know!?" I said firmly and pushed away his arm.

"I did. I'm sorry, I should've told you but I would let Tom have the chance to." He excused himself.

"You should've just told me." I said a little calmer and leaned into his chest. I was way too exhausted to be angry at Harrison too.

"I just don't get why he would do it with Tailor. I mean she's kinda pretty I guess. Only kinda. He just only thinks with his dick! I so fucking much regret ever talking to him-" I babbled, but Harrison interrupted "Do it with Tailor?" He repeated me.

I looked at him with confusion.

"Yeah? He's been fucking Tailor while fucking me. That's what you knew, right?" I questioned, starting to feel like throwing up again as I mentioned fucking Tailor.

"Oh yeah, that was it. I'm sorry he did that." He said with a wry smile, stroking my hair. He acted a little off, but I was too tired so I let it slide. A few tears escaped my eyes again. I lifted my head from Harrison's shoulder to thank him for caring, but my stomach turned and I turned around to puke again.

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"Y/N?" Harry repeated himself trying to catch my attention.

"I'm sorry what?" I said as I was ripped from zoning out. I looked away from the elderly couple and focused on Harry.

Yesterday Harrison followed me home and I went straight to bed. Luckily my dad wasn't awake to see my messy face as I stepped inside the house. When I woke up this morning I hesitantly and nauseous went to the Holland's as I had promised Harry to help cleaning. I was scared Tom was gonna be there, but luckily he was nowhere to be seen. After finishing cleaning Harry asked me to go get lunch together. With a throbbing headache, that Harry told me was a hangover, I mostly wanted to just lay in bed and feel sorry for myself, but Harry forced me.

"I said, why did you leave without saying goodbye yesterday?" He repeated annoyed and took a bite of his sandwich.

I so wanted to tell Harry the truth. There was nothing I wanted more. Tell him about my feelings for his brother. How he had made me feel loved. How he had made me laugh. How he had hurt me.. Harry was always the one to cheer me up when I was sad. The only issue was, that he didn't know I was sad.. and I couldn't tell him.

"I.. I threw up and Harrison walked me home." Not a lie. Just not the whole truth.

"Harrison? I think he might be into you." He laughed. He didn't know why Harrison had walked me home, so I let him think that. "You were also really wasted yesterday!" He added and laughed again. I faked him a smile.

Faked him a smile.

I had never in my life have to fake a smile to Harry. I felt something inside me turn. Was I? Was I really about to be the friend whom you can't trust. The one who always lies. The bad friend? I caught myself making me feeling even more miserable.

"Not the right time to feel sorry for yourself! It's your own fault. You shouldn't have fallen for him. You shouldn't have lied to Harry! It's rod for your own back."

"Anyways.." I started while Harry was still laughing. "Who was that girl yesterday? She seemed like a bitch." I tried changing the subject and tried to laugh but failed.

"You were the bitch yesterday." He said, making me pout and throw a pea from my salat at him. I knew I was a bitch yesterday, but he didn't get to tell me. His phone buzzed.

"Rule number 18." He added and grabbed his phone from the table.

Rule #18: Always be happy for your besties successes.

If only he knew.

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