Harry's POV

Zayn and I were sitting in the garden of Ashley's house, wanting to
take a breath from the party inside.

I had spent almost all the party with this girl, what was her name? Oh
yeah, Rebecca. And by the look of things, she was not far from adoring
me.

"Why did you spend all the night with Rebecca, when this house is full
of other girls you could hang out with?" His look was of genuine
confusion.

"I'm only going to use her, she's desperate to get my attention and
that is something I can use against her." When I was done talking, I
heard a soft gasp coming from the door of the garden.

I turned around to see a shocked Rebecca standing in the frame of the
door and I stood up slowly, walking to where she was standing.

"And you are only going to use me?" Her voice came out as a whisper.

"Becky, I can explain this to you-" I began, but she cut me mid-sentence.

"No, you can't fucking bastard." She shouted and then began to run
back inside the house.

I tried to go after her and explain what she had heard, but I knew it
was too late when I went to the front door and saw her running away.
In that moment, I realized I liked her, that I had liked her all these
years and I had fucked up everything.

Rebecca's POV

I arrived tired to my house, but most of all I felt betrayed, I felt
broken. I walked slowly upstairs and into my bedroom, knowing where to
find what I wanted. I went to my closet, and opened a small door on
the side. From the inside I took two closed bottles of vodka, and then
headed to the back yard of my house.

I didn't care if someone caught me, my house was a mess, not that
anyone would notice. My mother had died nine years ago in a car
accident, while my father drove drunk one night. Since then, he was
barely at home and he left my brother and me to cope alone. He stayed
all days until ten at work and he left again as soon as he could.
Having to be without my parents made me stronger, but also caused me
to go through many other things. In simple words, my life was not easy.

Two years ago, we found out he had left while we were in vacation with
our grandparents, not even saying goodbye. Since then, it's been me
and Mason on our own. My brother is old enough to work and he's the
one that keeps everything 'good' in the house. But still, he is old
enough to go party and that is the reason why I spend so much time in
Louis's house.

I took off my shoes and then sat on the grass. It was cold against my
bare legs and I began to shiver as I opened the first bottle. I took
big, unhealthy swigs, the liquid burning the back of my throat as I
gulped. My mind was racing through the events of the night as I drank.
So Harry Styles was only going to use me. I had really trusted him; in
fact he was the first guy, aside from Louis, that I had trusted since,
well since Joe.

Before I realized, the first bottle was over and when I was about to
open the second one, I heard someone yelling at me.

"Becks, what the hell are you doing here alone?" He asked from the
gate of the garden.

I didn't answered as I continued to open the bottle and when I was
about to take the first swig of this bottle, I felt a pair of hands
taking it away from my mouth, ready to receive the burning liquid. I
could already feel a little tipsy, but I had learned to handle alcohol
through these years.

"Oh, you're not drinking again?" He threw the bottle to the grass,
causing its contents to leak slowly to the grass below.

I yelped in pain as I watched this, thinking alcohol was the only
thing that could take me away from what was going on with my life
right now.

"What happened? Why are you doing this again?" I could see that he was
genuinely worried and therefore I took the effort to answer his
questions.

"Harry, you were right. He was only going to use me." I said as I
began I cry.

"Come here, it's alright." I heard him say as he opened his arms and
pulled me into a hug.

"I can't believe I'm doing this again." I said ashamed of myself.

All my life had been a complete mess, I was only sixteen, had no
parents and the only adult figure I had in my life was my brother. The
only way I found to get rid of my sadness was getting drunk and
hurting myself, that was the only way I found to express my feelings.
So much for a teenager to handle.

"The good thing is that you were able to stop." He said as a small
grin crossed his face.

"There is nothing good in this situation Lou. I'm just terribly stupid
for doing it." I said as a tear began to roll down my cheek.

It was absurd the amount of tears I had spilled this night, and I
knew well that the guy I was crying for wasn't really worth it.

"You are not stupid, you are just confused." He said as he tightened
the grip around my frame.

"I don't know anything anymore, I don't know." I silently whispered,
as I felt myself drift away.

"Becks, are you alright?" He said with a panicked note in his voice.

I moved my head sideways, letting him know that I wasn't. Although I
wanted to talk, I didn't found the strength inside me to pronounce that
word.

"I'm taking you inside." He said softly as he picked me up from the
floor in his strong arms and began to walk back to the house.

I felt my eyelids drift closed as he was walking up the stairs and
into my bedroom. He put me softly in my bed and took off my shoes.
When they were gone, I curled up and hugged my knees with my arms,
slowly falling asleep.

The last thing I heard before I finally drifted away was Louis
whispering in my ear, as low as he could; 'you stayed strong.'