He grasps the almost full pitcher of apple juice (Hes the only one at the party whos drinking it), pouring it up until the glass is almost entirely full. He never was a fan of confined spaces or partying, or maybe he simply wasnt a fan of the lifestyle those around him seemed to hold. Relationships were more materially beneficial than emotionally.
So when he met Noelle, who had a history of dating boys without any sort of status because she didnt believe status defined emotion, he fell head over heels for the idea of someone liking him for himself.
Harry hears applause leaking from the doorway of the boat. He assumes her toast has ended, and concludes that its his chance to finally speak to Noelle in peace. Taking a deep breath, and checking his appearance in the reflection, fluffing his hair with his palm one more time, he walks through the doorway to the inside of the party.
Hes quite overwhelmed. Theres a loud bass blaring in the background, and there are people grinding in various places. He hears glass breaking, and preys that Noelle hired a man to clean up all of the messes, knowing its inevitable for someone not to throw up during the course of the party. With every steps he takes, he flinches at the condition with which people are treating his beloved boat. He finally manages to break out of the crowd, approaching the other side of the boat to see Noelle.
His dress shirts holds an expensive, recognizable logo, and Harry swear hell never wear the same brand again. He immediately feels a plethora of emotions rush towards him, but above all, he feels hurt.
“Noelle?” He gently murmurs. She shifts her gaze towards him, clearing her throat as she realizes hes noticed her actions.
“Harry!” She mutters excitedly, to fill the awkward silence she created. He looks at her, tears pooling at his soft jade eyes. His fists clench beside him, and he feels like an upset child. Only instead of feeling hurt from being scolded by his mother, hes hurt from the amount of anger he feels. Not only at Noelle, but at himself. For letting her bring her stupid decorations into his boat, and let stupid rich snobs break tequila glasses and throw up all over his beloved possession.
He shouldve known that she wasnt at all interested in him. Shouldve figured that she was just using him for his money Vermont installment loan locations, to throw parties on his expensive yacht like everyone else had ever done.
“This is my boyfriend, Mason” She introduces him. He says a friendly “What up man?” and extends his hand out for Harry to shake, a silver Rolex decorating his veiny wrist. Harry unknuckles his fists, stretching out his fingers before shakily grasping Masons, muttering a low “Snice to meet you.” The words mentally drain him, considering its the last thing hes feeling in actuality. So right after his very brief introduction to Noelles boyfriend, he excuses himself, attempting to walk away from the balcony of the boat.
But the universe, really, really doesnt seem to be working in his favor today. So instead of successfully walking back to the other side of the boat to drown his sorrows in apple juice like hed hoped, he stands next to the railing just as the boat hits a large bump, sending him tumbling over the balcony and slapping into the cold water below. The last thing he hears is Noelles scream as he shoots down into the deepening water, seeing a silhouette and big eyes swimming towards him, losing consciousness after that.