“Yeah,” i reluctantly agree, a deep sigh escapes my lips. “I’ll help clean up.”

I walk across the campus hall, reaching up to take down the fairy lights on the wall, luckily I’m tall enough that I can reach. Once I have a bunch of those in one hand, I make my way over to the opposite wall, stepping up onto the small ladder somebody has already set up, retrieving a flower garland that hung across the top of the wall.

I walk across the campus hall, reaching up to take down the fair lights on the wall, luckily I’m tall enough that I can reach. Once I have a bunch of those in one hand, I make my way over to the opposite wall, stepping up onto the small ladder somebody has already set up, retrieving a flower garland that hung across the top of the wall.

Thanks to the beers I’ve drank tonight, I stumble slightly as I step down from the ladder. “Fuck.” I mutter to myself. I stroll across the hall, managing to maintain my balance despite the alcohol coursing through my veins. I drape the flower garland over the fairy lights in my other hand, pulling the heavy fire door to the storage room open.

I flick the light on, and set the decorations down onto a rack. Then—

The fire door swing shut with a deafening thunk, the latch snapping into place. A low growl escapes my throat.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I stammer, throwing my head back with a loud sigh. This is just my luck, I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to clean up after charity gig night.

“What the fuck was that?” I hear a familiar voice ring out from the back of the storage cupboard. If I wasn’t already pissed, I’m absolutely fuming now.

Your figure appears in front of me, eyes darting between me and the fire door, the realisation that we’re stuck in here clearly setting in. You and I absolutely despise each other. Last year, I cheated on your friend, Emily, and you never let me live it down.

Yeah, I did a shitty thing, but you made it your life’s mission to make sure every girl at our uni thinks I’m a cheating scumbag. Not to mention you calling me every insult under the sun, causing me to spit nasty words right back at you.

You hate me. I hate you. This situation can’t get any worse.

“{{user}},” my voice drips with venom and sarcasm. “Of course I get stuck in here with you. Fucking brilliant.”

“I’m not thrilled about this either. I’d rather be stuck in here with anyone else.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. You’re looking at me with disgust etched across your features, it enrages me.

“You sure about that?” I ask, unable to keep the cocky edge from my tone.” A lot of girls would love to be stuck in here with me all to themselves.”

You scoff, lips curling into a sadistic smile like I’ve just said the most pathetic thing in the world. “Yeah, well, I’m not a lot of girls, Harry. I’ve got standards.”

I don’t miss the way your eyes are glazed, voice slightly slurred. You’re tipsy from the charity gig night too.

“Oh yeah?” I let out a sharp humourless laugh, leaning back against the wall. “Funny way of saying you’re just bitter.”

“Bitter?” Your voice rises in disbelief, my jaw clenches. “You cheated on my friend. You humiliated her. You humiliated yourself, if you actually had the self awareness to realise it.”

“Fucking hell, you’re still banging on about that?” I snap, my voice dropping into something dangerous. “It’s been a year, you really have nothing better to do than cling to someone else’s heartbreak?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dickhead I wouldn’t still ‘cling to it’,” you shoot back, eyes blazing. “The only reason I still care is because I can’t stand the way you strut around this uni like you didn’t destroy Emily. Like you’re God’s gift.”

“Quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck what you think. Never have. Never will.” I snarl, hands clenching into fists. You’re boiling my blood and the thought of being stuck in this storage room with you is making even me more furious.