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The pounding of my head continued over and over again. I opened my eyes to the scolding sun, feeling it against my cold skin as I looked around a room I had never been to before, but as a familiar face turned over, I guessed this was Avery's house.

"Someone got wasted last night", she echoed as I groaned from the head ache that crept up on me as I faced her. She cuddled into the bed next to me as I rested on her shoulder.

"Please I don't want to remember it", I looked away from the light as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You really hate him that much huh", she looked at me with sad eyes, it was her brother I hated so much but she wanted us to work out.

"The sober me says that I only liked him a little bit, all other celebrity crushes higher than him, my heart still belongs to Harry Styles", she agreed to the last part.

"He's just so mean, and he doesn't understand what he's saying half the time and I can't see myself with him, I'm a penguin and he's a