Negative [On Hold]
Falling
Remix’s POV
Another day, another night at the club. Somedays I’m hyped up and love rocking out with the crowd. Other times, I just feel like crap. Harry’s got me in a mood. That guy is just... ugh! What is wrong with him? He just... I can't think of a word. He screws with my emotions and I don't know why! He's just a little fucker!
I put on my remix of Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy and fall onto the couch. My booth is pretty much a longue. I got a fridge with water and soda since a drunk DJ is not someone you want on the turntables. There’s the sofa, table, and of course the turntables with a computer full of songs. Jay was awesome and let me decorate it. I decided to let the theme flow into the room too and have albums on the wall.
The couch is comfortable until someone knocks on the door making me get up. If I yell to them, they aren't going to hear me. I roll off the couch and onto my feet. I walk over to the door and open it for Liam and Zayn. "Sup?" I nod at them and let them in. I close the door letting to decibels fall a few. I have no idea how people handle it that loud, but when I put it lower, people come up to make it louder. It's ruining their hearing, but okay.
"What can I do for you two?" I ask taking off the headphones around my neck. Mine are wireless so I can move above the room and still hear the track.
"We just wanted to hang out with breaking our eardrums," Liam explains and I roll my eyes. "What? My head is pounding. It's extremely loud."
"It's a club," I scoff and switch the track to a remix of Britney Spears. "These decibel levels are around a hundred. So just imagine a train running by right next to you." Since I'm here longer than most people, my room is almost soundproof. The glass is soundproof though.
"Why do you keep it that high?" Zayn asks.
I shrug, "They complain when it's lower so I let them ruin their eardrums." I sit down in my chair and spin to see them. “So, how are you guys? How’s the club?” I’m so awkward.
“Great,” Zayn smiles. “Who designed it?”
“Jay’s cousin,” I tell them and kick up my feet on the coffee table. “She’s an interior designer.”
For the next half hour, I carry on a conversation with the boys until they decide to leave. Zayn wants to be with Perrie and Liam wants to dance. Liam’s requests a song before they head out. I guess Zayn’s pretty cool. I love his ‘Zap!’ tattoo. You know, I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo on my bicep that said ‘Bam!’ I loved comics when I was little.
When I open the door for them to go down, I see Harry climbing the stairs up. I roll my eyes and wait for him. What does he want? If it’s something stupid, I’m pushing him down the stairs. No arguments. He pushes his curls from his face as he walks up the last of the stairs. “Hey Remix!” He yells over the music.
I roll my eyes and walk back into my booth. My ears hurt out there. He follows me inside and closes the door behind him. “What do you want Styles?” I ask as I sit in my chair. There guys my night.
“Nothing,” He smirks and sits down on the couch. “I just wanted to see my favorite DJ.” I scoff. He’s just lying. “C’mon Remix. We both know you both know I came here for you. You’re hot and have a nice body. I’m hot and I have a big dick. We both know we’d fuck each other sooner or later.”
He doesn’t have a big dick. He is one. But why would I say that? Let’s mess with him shall we? I smirk and walk over to the couch to straddle him. He smirks even more and grips my hips. I lean over and bite his earlobe. “You’re right, Harry,” I moan as I grind my crotch on his. “We would.” I kiss down his neck as he grabs my ass. His little friend finally decides to show making me smirk. “Just not now, perv,” I laugh and get off of him leaving him flustered. “You gotta earn it you little fucker.”
The next day, Jay and I decide to have a girls day, but since Liam wants us to get along with the gang more, he made us invite Perrie and Eleanor.Not trying to be mean, but Eleanor doesn’t look like I girl I’d get along with. She’s too... girlie. She’d get along with Jay better. Perrie though, I could get along with that chick.
So here we are waiting for those two in Hot Topic. We’ve been waiting for half an hour and I’m ready to give up. If it wasn’t for Jay, I would’ve left a long time ago. Thankfully, Perrie and Eleanor come into view and I walk over with Jay. “Hi Perrie. Hi Eleanor,” I nod to them.
“Remix! Jay!” Eleanor yells and wraps her arms around me. I am not a hugger. I awkwardly pat her back before she moves on to Jay who happily gives her a hug. “We finally get a girls’ day!” She squeals with Jay as I watch them with Perrie. “We can go to the spa, get manicures, and—”
“Nope,” I laugh. “Stop there. You can do that while I go get a tattoo and piercings.”
“Mind if I come?” Perrie asks and I shrug. “Let’s go. I have a friend that runs a shop on the bottom level of the mall.” We walk off together leaving the girlie girls. “Finally. Someone who won’t faint at the sight of a needle. Eleanor is afraid of those.”
“Let me guess, Louis chose a good girl?” I ask as we step onto the escalator. She nods. “Knew it. I don’t get why people are scared of getting tattoos. So what there’s pain. It makes you look freaking cool.”
She smiles, “We are going to get along very well. I see why Harry likes you.”
I roll my eyes as we step off the stairs. “He doesn’t like me. He’s just a pervert I met three days ago. Last night, he admitted he just wanted a shag. That’s it Perrie.”
She laughs, “Whatever. I know when Harry has feelings for someone since he’s never felt for anyone. Now c’mon, let’s go get our tattoos.” She leads me to a small shop with a lady with bright purple hair and lots of tattoos stands behind a desk. “Hey Lydia. Can me and my friend see the catalog?”
She bends down and hands us a book. “Here ya go.”
I nod and flip through the pages. “That ones cool,” I point to a tattoo and flip to the piercings and choose a hip piercing. Perrie chooses one for her and we head in.
As the artist works on the tattoo, I think of Harry. He can’t like me. It’s impossible. That motherfucker can’t possibly like me. Even if he did, I’d reject him. Mr. Styles has to earn it. I don’t care if he runs a damn gang. He could be a billionaire and I couldn’t care less.
Then again, he is cute. Those dimples are adorable along with those deep green eyes that make me melt. And those curls, I would love to run my fingers through that bush. And after straddling him, I could really feel how big his friend was. I love to have that in me...
Damn. Am I falling for that douche?
Another day, another night at the club. Somedays I’m hyped up and love rocking out with the crowd. Other times, I just feel like crap. Harry’s got me in a mood. That guy is just... ugh! What is wrong with him? He just... I can't think of a word. He screws with my emotions and I don't know why! He's just a little fucker!
I put on my remix of Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy and fall onto the couch. My booth is pretty much a longue. I got a fridge with water and soda since a drunk DJ is not someone you want on the turntables. There’s the sofa, table, and of course the turntables with a computer full of songs. Jay was awesome and let me decorate it. I decided to let the theme flow into the room too and have albums on the wall.
The couch is comfortable until someone knocks on the door making me get up. If I yell to them, they aren't going to hear me. I roll off the couch and onto my feet. I walk over to the door and open it for Liam and Zayn. "Sup?" I nod at them and let them in. I close the door letting to decibels fall a few. I have no idea how people handle it that loud, but when I put it lower, people come up to make it louder. It's ruining their hearing, but okay.
"What can I do for you two?" I ask taking off the headphones around my neck. Mine are wireless so I can move above the room and still hear the track.
"We just wanted to hang out with breaking our eardrums," Liam explains and I roll my eyes. "What? My head is pounding. It's extremely loud."
"It's a club," I scoff and switch the track to a remix of Britney Spears. "These decibel levels are around a hundred. So just imagine a train running by right next to you." Since I'm here longer than most people, my room is almost soundproof. The glass is soundproof though.
"Why do you keep it that high?" Zayn asks.
I shrug, "They complain when it's lower so I let them ruin their eardrums." I sit down in my chair and spin to see them. “So, how are you guys? How’s the club?” I’m so awkward.
“Great,” Zayn smiles. “Who designed it?”
“Jay’s cousin,” I tell them and kick up my feet on the coffee table. “She’s an interior designer.”
For the next half hour, I carry on a conversation with the boys until they decide to leave. Zayn wants to be with Perrie and Liam wants to dance. Liam’s requests a song before they head out. I guess Zayn’s pretty cool. I love his ‘Zap!’ tattoo. You know, I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo on my bicep that said ‘Bam!’ I loved comics when I was little.
When I open the door for them to go down, I see Harry climbing the stairs up. I roll my eyes and wait for him. What does he want? If it’s something stupid, I’m pushing him down the stairs. No arguments. He pushes his curls from his face as he walks up the last of the stairs. “Hey Remix!” He yells over the music.
I roll my eyes and walk back into my booth. My ears hurt out there. He follows me inside and closes the door behind him. “What do you want Styles?” I ask as I sit in my chair. There guys my night.
“Nothing,” He smirks and sits down on the couch. “I just wanted to see my favorite DJ.” I scoff. He’s just lying. “C’mon Remix. We both know you both know I came here for you. You’re hot and have a nice body. I’m hot and I have a big dick. We both know we’d fuck each other sooner or later.”
He doesn’t have a big dick. He is one. But why would I say that? Let’s mess with him shall we? I smirk and walk over to the couch to straddle him. He smirks even more and grips my hips. I lean over and bite his earlobe. “You’re right, Harry,” I moan as I grind my crotch on his. “We would.” I kiss down his neck as he grabs my ass. His little friend finally decides to show making me smirk. “Just not now, perv,” I laugh and get off of him leaving him flustered. “You gotta earn it you little fucker.”
The next day, Jay and I decide to have a girls day, but since Liam wants us to get along with the gang more, he made us invite Perrie and Eleanor.Not trying to be mean, but Eleanor doesn’t look like I girl I’d get along with. She’s too... girlie. She’d get along with Jay better. Perrie though, I could get along with that chick.
So here we are waiting for those two in Hot Topic. We’ve been waiting for half an hour and I’m ready to give up. If it wasn’t for Jay, I would’ve left a long time ago. Thankfully, Perrie and Eleanor come into view and I walk over with Jay. “Hi Perrie. Hi Eleanor,” I nod to them.
“Remix! Jay!” Eleanor yells and wraps her arms around me. I am not a hugger. I awkwardly pat her back before she moves on to Jay who happily gives her a hug. “We finally get a girls’ day!” She squeals with Jay as I watch them with Perrie. “We can go to the spa, get manicures, and—”
“Nope,” I laugh. “Stop there. You can do that while I go get a tattoo and piercings.”
“Mind if I come?” Perrie asks and I shrug. “Let’s go. I have a friend that runs a shop on the bottom level of the mall.” We walk off together leaving the girlie girls. “Finally. Someone who won’t faint at the sight of a needle. Eleanor is afraid of those.”
“Let me guess, Louis chose a good girl?” I ask as we step onto the escalator. She nods. “Knew it. I don’t get why people are scared of getting tattoos. So what there’s pain. It makes you look freaking cool.”
She smiles, “We are going to get along very well. I see why Harry likes you.”
I roll my eyes as we step off the stairs. “He doesn’t like me. He’s just a pervert I met three days ago. Last night, he admitted he just wanted a shag. That’s it Perrie.”
She laughs, “Whatever. I know when Harry has feelings for someone since he’s never felt for anyone. Now c’mon, let’s go get our tattoos.” She leads me to a small shop with a lady with bright purple hair and lots of tattoos stands behind a desk. “Hey Lydia. Can me and my friend see the catalog?”
She bends down and hands us a book. “Here ya go.”
I nod and flip through the pages. “That ones cool,” I point to a tattoo and flip to the piercings and choose a hip piercing. Perrie chooses one for her and we head in.
As the artist works on the tattoo, I think of Harry. He can’t like me. It’s impossible. That motherfucker can’t possibly like me. Even if he did, I’d reject him. Mr. Styles has to earn it. I don’t care if he runs a damn gang. He could be a billionaire and I couldn’t care less.
Then again, he is cute. Those dimples are adorable along with those deep green eyes that make me melt. And those curls, I would love to run my fingers through that bush. And after straddling him, I could really feel how big his friend was. I love to have that in me...
Damn. Am I falling for that douche?
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10/7/14