Everyone was clapped their hands, and the second music started to play. I knew that I was so drunk right now, but when I listened to the song, just from the intro, furrowing my forehead, I realized that it was a song that he and I wrote in his home two weeks ago. I meant he made me a badass music which was nice and showed that to me by a record, he asked an idea to fill the lyric to me and I had an idea to write the lyric by myself since I had hobbies and writing poems was one of them. I knew the meaning of the lyrics were the interpretation of love that I had for him. But, why the hell did he say that he wrote that shit by himself? Who fucking am I? A pen?
"Fuck!" I yelled at him, making Harry and some people around me to look at me with confused face.
"What?"
I looked at Harry, and undoubtedly I could say he was worried. I needed to go. My head was full of hatred to Ron. I hated Ron so much it hurt. He used me to get me making this shit and after all he betrayed me in my back. I didn't know he would make this song to be his single, because he told me that this was our song, not song for them. Not song for public. Not to be consumed by people. This was my fucking masterpiece too, Jack Asshole.
I ran from the dance floor to the bar and then to go outside. I held my tear with my palm hand, but I still sobbed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you Asshole. I should have known it. I should have known that every single shit he said to me was all of his lies.
In the lobby, when I tried to run I suddenly fell from my high heel. I felt my feet hurt. My right thumb foot was bleeding, and I thought my right ankle was sprained too because it was too painful to be moved.
"What the hell is that." I said while touching my ankle. My night was officially ruined by someone I loved.
Awhile later, I was trying to stand by myself because I needed to, but I couldn't. I then heard a footstep behind me. I guessed it would be Harry. No way drunk people would be leaving club before midnight, excluding me and Harry though.
"You are drunk and then you're fallen, Tay." Harry said with a raspy voice, I knew I was true.
"I knew, then you came and you only said stupid shits that I knew Harry." I replied with giggled.
"Can you just shut up and help me to go!"
Harry helped me to go to the outside of the bar. He mumbled something I couldn't hear. It might be about me who annoyed him in time that was supposed to have fun, and I understood. I knew I was such a pain in the ass, but now I just lost my balance and need something to cheer me up. When we were in the parking lot, Harry stopped, making me stopped. He was annoying too as well.
"What again?" asked me sharply.
"I can't leave you drive alone with your current condition," he replied. I sighed and said, "I didn't bring my car. I didn't wanna go to my apartment. Just fucking bring me wherever you want. My head is aching, and my feet is hurt."
"Do you want me to carry you to your house?" he annoyingly asked me again.
Can he just shut up his mouth and walked? My head was spinning, and I couldn't help myself to stand anymore, "No."
"Okay," he said giving up. Then, he helped me to walk and sit in his passenger seat. He drove me to the place I didn't know. I didn't want to know, and didn't bother to ask.
When the ride started, I kept quite just like him. I was so sleepy and tired, but my heart hurt. Tears dropped again from my eyes. I just couldn't handle it, and silence made it became worse.
"Have you cheated your girlfriend? Did guys always betray his girlfriend?" asked me out of the blue. It was just questions that I had an urge to ask to whoever man around me right now, at the moment there was random guy Harry.
Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of me. I knew it. "Just sleep, and it helps you to loose your stress." he simply replied me.
I didn't feel happy for his response, but I remained silent and then I tried to sleep. My head and feet were still in pain, but I was too tired to force myself to feel all of that feeling.
I glanced at Harry who still shared his focus into the driving and me once again before trying to close my puffy eyes and getting drowned in my tired sleep slowly. I heard a soft sound in my ear as I was about to reach the deepest sleep, "Good night, babe."
Then, I felt a wet touch touched my cheek that comforted me even more.
***
"I'm breaking up with you, Tay," Ron said then left me speechless.
I ran to reach him asking him to stay, but he walked so fast with the brunette woman that I had seen before, "Ronald, please, come back... be here.."
I woke up crying. Bad dream got the hell of me. Why did that feel so real? He left me stranded without leaving reason but walking away with the woman I had seen. I cried and silently screamed. The memory of him for the first time kissing my lips softly in the sidewalk near my apartment building, and the slight memory of him kissing the exact brunette woman yesterday suddenly appeared, took turned, repeated, and made me sobbing. He just said he loved me yesterday morning on the phone call, but later that night I lost him for other girl.
I put my left hand to my mouth and sobbed, crying. I never experienced betrayal for the past twenty years of my life before this. My past relationship was full of honesty and ended up with a good reason and terms. I never thought the feeling of getting stabbed from behind my back became this hurt. If only I knew who Ron were first, I would undoubtedly avoid his presence around me. Ashley had warned me to stay away from Ron because she didn't like his working environment. I did agree about the environment, but my curiousness about him beat me so hard right now. I should have followed Ashley's advice, not my ego.
A noise from somewhere in this room took over my sadness. I looked around, but there was nothing. Looking at the clock in the wall tiredly, it was still 2 A.M. I sighed and turned my position to sit, wondering, Where the heck am I now? I was sure this place wasn't my apartment, and I didn't know exactly where it was.
It was just me slept in one of two twin-sized comfort beds at a huge luxury room. I looked at my clothes, it was complete but as I remembered I knew yesterday I just wore dress not these plain white T-Shirt and red boxers. This made me choked. "Who did change my dress?" asked me with no answer.
Shit, there was something wrong here, but the pain in my head from hangover still didn't want to go away so I needed to look for aid kid and took some aspirin. I tried to get up from bed with so much energy depleted. I had to drag my right now-bandaged foot to the bathroom that was closed, but when I turned the knob it wasn't locked. Okay, I was sure I was alone right now, but the thought of someone changed my clothes without my permission leaving me scared.
I slowly walked to the first aid kid close to the sink. Not to mention this bathroom was huge too, its size was same like the size of my flat when I was in college, even bigger a little. As I reached the sink, I took a look in my reflection. A messed up woman stared at me with flat face. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her long blond hair were messy. Her lips were dried. I was totally a mess.
I immediately open the first aid kid box next to the mirror, and took some aspirins back to the room. I was about to turn around, but the door of the bathtub suddenly open and revealed an almost naked figure. I wanted to scream, but my voice was really husky to even come out that hard so I just closed my eyes with my right palm hand and whispered, "Don't touch me, you pervert! Go away, leave me alone!"
As if he didn't hear me saying something, he grabbed my hand from my face. He whispered something to my ear affected something odd through my whole body, "I'm Harry. I won't leave you."
That was the time I opened my eyes and saw the curly haired man again. The memories from hours ago with him spinning in my head like a movie. Being drunk, arguing, dancing, and walking in the parking lot came out collectively making me shaky. Harry held my body so that I still could stand and helped me walking back to the room, with aspirin in my hand of course.
He helped me to sit properly in the bed I had been slept, then he need to dress himself back to the bathroom for about five minutes. I took two pills of aspirin and drank a glass of water. I sighed and looked for my phone, but I didn't know where he put all of my stuffs in so I decided to wait for him and asked him things, I meant many things before I continued my sleep.
He was back with the exact clothes that I wore at the moment, I did want to protest why he wore that too but I knew I had destroyed his precious night so I remained silence. I slipped the strand of hair into the back of my ear and started to ask, "Where and why?"
He tied his long curly hair into a bun and looking at me with worried. "It's my new hotel room and I didn't know where we needed to go because you kept silence and sleep," he replied and continued,
"Your stuffs were all in the closet. I had an urge to—'"
"To what?!" I cut him off with my stern gaze. He shrugged and replied, "I had an urge to open your handbag to look for a purse and found your identity card to carry you to your home—"
In the past five minutes of talking with him, he didn't want to look straight at my eyes. I had a feeling he hid something from me."—but, I won't do that," he finished saying. Holy shit, I didn't know what else he said to me beside of my stuff in closet.
"Do what?" I asked again, hoping he didn't assume me not listening to whatever he had said.
He then raised his chin, and his green eyes looked directly at my blue ones. I didn't realize he had those green eyes yesterday, but now it interested me so much. He said, "I know, you are checking me out from when I sit here to talk to you until this time. What do you want?"
No way he caught me checking him! He was so full on himself. "Nope," I replied with a short word, and continued, "I need to sleep again. Is that okay?"
He nodded. I was sure he wanted to say something, but it was okay. I didn't want to argue, I just needed to talk about random things to remove the pain for awhile. I rested my body in bed and he did the same thing. I turned around my body to face him in the opposite bed, his face faced the ceiling.
"Harry, please turn around," I begged him. My voice was too soft, I could barely hear my own voice.
He turned around and faced me. He gave me a what-did-happen look that I exclaimed, "I just wanna talk to you."
"Then just mention whatever you want to say, Taylor," he replied with a raspy voice. I liked it a lot, it might be one of reasons I wanted to talk to him at the moment. "Not to mention I loved when you say my name, Tay. It's just so new to me."
"Your raspy voice might be the reason I asked you to talk this early morning Harry. You have to know that," I said with a small smile. "I appreciate that," he giggled, making me to giggle.
"Why did you take a bath at 2 A.M.? It's too early you know?" I had no idea this question escaped from my mouth. Harry just pouted her mouth before answering my question, "I just needed to to that, and it's none of your business though."
"I'm just asking why do you sound so mad, huh?" I asked, and continue, "By the way, you are Harry Potter, you wear glasses, don't you?"
"This Harry Potter doesn't need glasses. He just need wand, firebolt, and Ginny Weasley to live his life," he replied with shrug. I added, "Since you were living in this era, you have to deal with traffic, snakes, and working in office. Stay away from your wand!"
"Taylor, I'm a master for it. Trust me," he convinced. "No picture is actually a hoax, and I meant the snakes were people with many face."
"I've done it too few times," he blinked his eyes and then asked, "Taylor, I first saw you alone crying in the bar. I won't ask the reason behind it."
I waited for him continuing his sentence because I didn't want to remember bad things that had happened in the club. "Hm..." was my only response. Harry sighed and continued, "But? I just wonder. Can I involve in your life once sun comes out?"
I fake cough because of hearing his question. I actually didn't know what to reply, but when I looked at his face and took a look in his shining eyes, words spilled from my mouth fluently, "Once you involve in my life, you can experience incredible things with me."
"It has to be interesting. What things, Tay?" he asked bluntly. I replied, "Adventure, laugh, sadness, happiness, hatred, and..."
I didn't continue until he asked me what was the last one. He furrowed his forehead and asked, "and what?"
"Love." I simply replied and without giving him a chance to think about it, I asked him one thing more, "Can I cuddle with you in your bed?"
He showed a confused look but nodded again and shifted his position so I could lay beside him in his bed. I got up and moved my body to lay beside him and shared the bed. His body was warm, and I couldn't help myself not to stare at his beautiful face. When his fingers ran into my hair, question that I remembered I had asked him in his car hit me again so I needed to ask him. Whatever answer he would say, I had to chill. "Have you cheated, Harry?"
He kept his mouth closed for like a minute.
"Yeah, Taylor." he replied, making me choked. I nuzzled my face to his chest and bit my lips. I hold my scream as the thought of 'guys do cheat, they always do' was in all over my head.
I knew Harry didn't want to say that, but I, with my disappointment, respected his courage to say his secret honestly. At least, I knew, I wouldn't involve him in my life to recover my wound, to begin a new chapter with me after this.
Harry lay his right hand in my waistline and whispered something to my ear when I tried my best to stop my sob and sleep, "She cheat on me first." He kissed my forehead, then I saw him closing his eyes.
"Once you involve yourself in my life, you can't escape without me having an urge to lose you." I said with a very weak voice, then I closed my eyes too.
