"-But honestly Haz, who dumped you? I mean, you're so fit," she finished.
"Cryssy," he responded lowly, then began to glare at his drink. Harry just didn't feel right at all. Nothing felt good about being hit on by a pretty blonde, or drinking a pint, when he knew somewhere Cryssy was upset with his very existence. And, to make it worse, he couldn't even find out why he cared so much in the first place.
"The girl from the bar?" Zayn suddenly piped up. Harry glared at Zayn from across the table, struggling not to break the glass in his overly-sized hand.
"Yes, her," he answered through clenched teeth, and ,despite Harry once beating the s**t out of him, Zayn smiled.
"Interesting." The glass popped in Harry's hand, glass and alcohol covering the table. Harry muttered a quick, 'f**k' befo
