Ophelia's POV
I'm drunk.
I don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up drinking my body weight in whiskey sours, and I can't stop giggling into Harry's ear. I've never liked the taste of whiskey but Harry convinced me that I wouldn't even really notice it in this drink, and he was right, I've been downing them like they're glasses of water.
It's a good thing Harry's been keeping up with me and getting tipsy or else he would have probably broken up with me by now. I can be annoying when I drink.
Could always count on Denver to tell me the harsh truth.
I don't really remember how we ended up at this club, I don't even know the name of it. We were just supposed to go out for a few drinks together since it's a Friday night and we wanted to do something. I don't know how we managed to turn a few drinks into a lot of drinks and an arrival at a random club, but we did it somehow.
It's been a week now since we flew to Boston, since Harry met Ava and it's evident that his mood has been lifted up a lot more than I've ever seen it.
Getting Harry and Ava to meet was something that was hardly planned. Her and I had been texting for a while now, ever since she texted me randomly that one night a few weeks ago. Our original plan was to just have Harry and her meet somewhere quickly on our last day in Boston, but that suddenly changed when everything went to shit on our first night there.
I spared the details of what happened when I talked to Ava, simply asking her if there was any way that she would be able to come down and see Harry a day earlier than planned. The only possible way that we could think of making that happen was with me pretending to be her tutor and helping her with her classes, ones that she had whined about to her parents before that she was most definitely going to need help with.
Smart girl.
Seeing them both reunite was something so surreal. I don't think I've ever seen Harry that emotional, the endless tears rolling down his face was something I had never witnessed. Watching him be like that with her sparked my own emotions, making me teary eyed and burst with happiness at the seams.
I was so happy to be able to do this for him. I know just how much he's been missing her, especially lately with their more frequent interactions. I can only imagine how he's been feeling, not having had the chance to have seen her in two years.
They both deserved that visit so much.
Ava was exactly how Harry has always described her to me. Bold yet sweet, extremely funny and altogether the sweetest girl I've ever met. Harry did a good job raising her. She has the best type of humour, better than Harry's but I would never tell him that.
The time alone that they both got was exactly what they needed. Especially considering the fact that they were seeing each other after so long. I wasn't about to get in the middle of that, knowing that there was probably so much they wanted to talk about without me there. They had a lot to catch up on.
I was more than happy to let them take the whole day to themselves and use that time to finish up things around the house that I was unable to bring myself to do during previous visits.
I needed to prove to myself that I'm better.
While the day seemed to go amazingly for them, the hardest part was watching the both of them breakdown when they had to separate. Nothing hurt me more than having to watch Ava cling on to Harry, almost as if her life depended on it, uttering the most painful words that I could have possibly heard in my life.
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FanfictionAll Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*