#skarry

Growing up with the support of only my mom and brother, getting a job was imperative.  That’s how I ended up working at the inbetween, or better known as the ib.  Serving aspiring band members who think they’re too cool for life wasn’t what I imagined to be pursuing in my early 20’s, but it’ll do.

“Hey,” Harry said as he finished his gig and walked over to me, “How was it?”  He inquired while I passed him a beer.

Harry plays at the ib basically every week, and asks me how he was.. every.. week.

“Not today Harry,” I sighed while wiping down the table.  All I wanted right now was some vodka and a line or two.  

“Skyyyyy”

“It was alright your voice sounds strained and the drums were a bit loud.”  It was actually amazing but giving him the satisfaction and the ego boost was not in my cards giving how annoyingly irritating he is.

“Right so what are you doing after this again?” He fidgeted on his seat as he tries to not so slyly to ask me out again.

“Right so do you not remember when you asked me this last week, and the week before, and the week before?  I have plans.”  My friday night plans mainly consisted of going home or what I call “home” which is a closet sized apartment in williamsburg which will be overcrowded with about 30 people all drunk or high off their asses, not really Harry’s scene.  As far as I know, the closest Harry is to “bad” is smoking pot with Matty backstage every weekend.

“C’mooooonnnnn sky, just give me a chance just one chance and I promise i’ll leave you alone” He begged gazing at me with those annoyingly glossy eyes.

“Ughh fine.”

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And that’s how I ended up laying on a rock in central park eating nuts and talking about sex with no other than Harry Styles.

“I like it when a girl swallows, show’s she’s devoted and knows what she’s doing.”  During the course of the night Harry somehow moved closer to me and I felt his breath on my neck as he spoke.  Throwing away his fourth bottle he stared for a response.

“Ok Harry the line has been crossed.”  I didn’t really care for Harry and his whores of the night and what they got up to.  I got up putting my hand out to pull Harry up.  

“Cmon sky it’s nothing you aren’t familiar with, I’m sure you get around.”  The truth was I’ve only had sex with two people, my high school boyfriend who I was sure loved me at the time being the naive stupid bitch that I was, and some random one night when I was too high to remember.  

“Harry no, wait what was that thing you were saying about the amplifiers earlier?”

“No changing the subject we agreed to each give one, you can’t back out now.”  Sex was a very sensitive topic to me and talking about it with Harry doesn’t make me any more comfortable.

“um… big hands.. I guess,” I looked down as we walked.  Harry stopped and took my hand and put it in his.  What the fu

“Heyyyyy!!! I have big hands,” typical harry.

“Ugh shut up”  We were walking in the direction of the subway, my hand still in Harry’s.

“Yo sky,” I jump as I hear Rob call my name.  I rip my hand out of Harry’s and turn around.  Rob has been my go to for any source of high since my high school days.  Running into him wasn’t really part of the plan and would lead to Harry finding out more about me which I’m very skeptical about.  Harry also turned around out of curiosity and gave me a questioning look, “I gave the stuff to Zayn for you, said he’d deliver.”  Zayn was one of my housemates and pays for most of the rent.  His parents insisted on him moving to New York City to study graphic design and pursue his dreams.  We live in a 2 bedroom apartment.  While me and Zara share a room, Zayn gets his own which makes it fair because we pay less rent than him.  Zayn and Zara both go to Parsons and are getting their life in order while I’m still working at some shitty bar.

“Oh yeah.. cool .. I’m gonna go um home now.”  I quickly walked past him to the stairs leading down to subway.  Harry caught up with me and grabbed my hand.

“What was that about?” he questioned.  This all looked suspicious as it was, but Harry was overstepping a barrier.

“Can you not touch me?? I only agreed to this so you’d leave me alone.”  I walked into the train taking a seat as Harry stared dumbfoundedly back at me as the doors shut.

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Ten cupcakes and five bowls of mac and cheese later I found myself kneeling in front of my toilet in the bathroom.  Living in NYC, being the city that never sleeps, gets you used to a lot of noise at all times of the day so I didn’t really have to worry about Zayn or Zara ever waking up and questioning me.  Tears rolled down my face as I clutched my stomach and still felt meat.  Eating this much was not something I usually did or intended to do but I was upset over Harry and how I just left.  Putting other people down always takes its toll on me and almost always leads to a binge fest and self pity afterwards.  I wiped my mouth and dug into my jacket pocket for the dope, creating lines with my dollar bill.  After my third line which was enough for a night in, I wiped my nose and put on my headphones on, blasting everything and nothing while staring at my deteriorating ceiling.