you and harry had fought. it wasn’t a small spat, he told you to get out so you did. you didn’t know what that meant for your relationship.

you’re sitting on the bar in your best friends bar, still trying to keep yourself together. you notice harry walk in, his arm slung around the shoulders of his girl best friend, who always bugged you. you watch as he sits down with his friends, keeping the girl close to him. you overhear harry complaining about how clingy and high maintenance his girlfriend is and your heart shatters. the girl giggles and agrees with him and you glance over at your best friend, who is glaring at the table