Whatever Chains (Sequel to Where Your Heart is - A Harry Styles fanfiction)

Part Five: Everything comes back to you.

Is not like I drank too much, so is not that hard for me to remember everything. I was at this club opening some friends thought we should check out, and we were just hanging out in the V.I.P lounge minding our own business when this girls showed up.

At first I didn't payed much attention to them, and other than affably thanking the praises they would throw my way ever so eagerly, I barely spoke to them.

Truth be told, I wasn't at all interested in any of them. And I remember thinking, since the whole drinking and partying act I had been putting up lately seemed to be getting really old, that I was finally starting to feel a little bit more like my old self.

The old self, I mean, before I even met her, let alone get dumped by her.

But then something happened.

I was standing in a corner, talking to one of my friends and catching up on random stuff, when I reached into my pocket to take out my phone and this thing came out of it.

I hadn't seen it in weeks, maybe even months. And I had totally forgotten about its existence until now.

The last time I had seen it, if my memory served me correctly, I was having yet another really bad night and I ripped it off my neck with the intention of getting rid of it forever.

I guess I must have changed my mind in the middle of doing so, because I clearly haven't done a very good job with it.

Next thing I knew, I was gulping down what I think was my fifth shot of tequila and this girl was doing a lot more than telling me how much she appreciated my work.

"Okay, I have to get going." Michael breaks the silence, making me notice that my hand is in my pocket and my fingers are grazing the outline of that damn paperplane trinket. "I'll pick you up around seven?"

Candice nods and smiles at him after giving him a kiss goodbye. And with another handshake and a pat on my shoulder, he leaves the kitchen and then he house all together.

"So, he seems nice!" I say in absolute honesty as I place my empty cup on the sink. "You look happy."

The way she blushes warms my heart unexpectedly. I have always knew we weren't even remotely made for one another, but I guess I would have never expected to feel this comfortable with her having a relationship with someone else.

"He is. And I am... thank you." She beams with a smile as she walks around the big table towards me. "But we are not going to talk about that right now."

And all of a sudden, once she is close enough, her face becomes dead serious, and her hand flies to smack me on the head with a wiping sound that makes me shriek.

"Ouch!" I cry out, rubbing the assaulted area. "What was that for?"

"Really, Harry?" She threatens to smack me again but I flinch and she recoils. "I mean, seriously!?"

"What did I do!?" I ask her literally running away from her to put a safe distance between us. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Have you?" She retorts, crossing her arms under her chest, grilling me with her glare from across the table. "What the hell are you doing?"

We stare at each other almost without blinking as I search for some sort of clue as to why she's so pissed off at me.

I got nothing.

I shrug with impatience, waiting for her to say something.

"This is so not you, Harry. The person I saw last night." Her eyes suddenly soften into a sad expression and I find myself thinking I prefer her raging mad. "Drunk and fooling around with a random girl? What gives?"