#Chapter38
Harry's P.O.V.
America...not the U.K.
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as I tried to recall what happened, my mind settling on the image of Cryssy's face when I told her I loved her. /"Fuck!/" Lynn's face became a mask of fake innocence as I glared at her. /"Where's Cryssy?/"
/"Who? Harry, your delusional!/"
/"No I'm not! I want my fucking girlfriend back/" I snapped angrily, feeling myself sober up as my anger boiled.
/"Harry-/"