he should’ve been here. you were in your best party dress and even put on lip gloss- it was your 21st birthday, and he promised he’d be here. now your sitting in the bathroom hiding from your laughing friends who never believed you had a boyfriend anyway. it was long past midnight and your first few hours of being 21 had been awful. harry had called earlier to say he’d make it and he was excited to meet everyone, but he hadn’t shown up. there’s mascara all over your face, your lip gloss has been long ripped off and your slumped on the floor, tears running down your face.