"Just got dumped," he answered in his usual deep voice.
"Oh, you poor baby," Lacey whimpered, placing a hand lightly on his arm. When he didn't push her off, she moved it to brush his curls away. "That girl didn't know what she was doing," Harry shrugged. "Can I get you a drink, love?" she asked, her blue eyes nice and wide, but nothing like Cryssy's deep blue ones. Harry could literally go swimming in them if he wanted, and Lacey was no where on her level.
"Uhm, sure."
"Excellent!" she cheered, and slithered out of the booth in her skin tight little red dress. He was surprised she wasn't flashing the whole bar yet.
Zayn kept his eyes low to the table across from him, a beer in one hand, and Niall and Louis babbled animatedly in his ear on either side of him. Harry rested his forearms
