Blake’s POV
Have I said how much I f c k i ng hate waking up after drowning myself with alcohol last night? Just when I was about to open my eyes when I heard a familiar,
“You should go home,” Blair said. S h i t! Did I unconsciously drove myself to her house again? Seriously. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep doing it whenever I feel like crap about myself?
“Are you going to be fine here?” The next voice was familiar. It was a tad deep and huskier, compare to Blair’s soft and gentle voice. Then it occurred to me, that the voice came from Harry. That f c k i n g douchebag. What business does he even have here in her room?
I heard Blair giggled. What the f u c k?
“I will be fine.” She answered.
The douchebag let out a deep sigh. It was too loud, which means he’s hesitati
