You're already on your sixth glass of wine and it seems your throat can't get enough of swallowing. The alcohol has already started to take effect in the third drink but, what does it matter, you are so emotionally screwed that you are about to drink all the bottles in the bar.

Your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend sorry, cheated on you with his best friend, with whom he always told you "you don't have to worry, love, she's just a lifelong friend, nothing will ever happen between us". Liar. Every single man on this planet is a liar. Well, apparently you've also found out that they've been hooking up longer than you thought, so yeah, you're pretty screwed.

Your friends, seeing how bad you were, wanted to take you out dancing for a while, to forget your sorrows. But one thing they haven't learned in friendship classes is not to leave your friend, who has been cheated on, alone with her cell phone.

"you are the most horrible person I have ever met in my life and you deserve every shit that ever happens to you"

send.

A smile forms on your face knowing, or at least thinking, that that message was going to make him feel very bad. But it fades away when you see the contact's name. Harry Styles. You just sent a hate message to Harry Styles. A famous person you had a small encounter with a few years ago in a pub. And you just sent him a hate message.

You try to cancel the message, cancel you from life even, but it's too late, it's calling you. Now Harry Styles is calling you. Damn alcohol.

"May I ask why you sent me that?" he asks as soon as you pick up.