I Understand. An AU/punk story.
Dissapointed
After adjusting myself for the fourth time, I go and stab on the curb, waiting for Josh to come get me for the party. To say I'm nervous is an understatement...
His car comes around the corner and I jump in. He eyes me up and raises an eyebrow.
"Don't get me wrong, you look hot... but who for?" He asks nonchalantly, driving away.
"Not for anyone but myself." I smiled, it was somewhat true! He raised both of his eyebrows and laughed.
"If you say so lils!"
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"Wanna drink?" He shouted in to my ear as we walked in tot he crowded and loud room. I nod and smile and left my side. I looked around the packed room and it didn't take long for my eyes to spot Louis talking to some guys that didn't look familiar. When Josh came back to my side I chugged my drink for some extra courage. Taking his hand in mine, I pulled him to where Tomlinson sat, laughing with buds, drinking from a beer bottle.
"Hi Lou." I smirked, twirling my hair. A soon as Josh saw him his arm went quickly to my waist. None of the boys liked each other apparently.
"L, hey. How are you?" He asks, eyeing Josh unevenly.
"I'm good, just about to go dance."
"Oh, .... hey about earlier? I'm sorry I really didn't mean all of that..." He trails off, slightly lowering his voice.
"It's fine, you're allowed to have an opinion." I shrug, brushing my hair off my bare shoulder, where his eyes traveled. "Lets go dance." I smile at Josh before he can get another word in. Josh nods and smiles, shooting Louis a final death glare, he led me to the make shift dance floor by his hand which was a little to low on my body for comfort yet I was glad if Louis was watching.
Right away I pressed my ass in to him and slowly slid down before popping back up. I have never danced so dirtily in my entire life. Josh loved it! It was almost to hard for him to keep up but he managed.
After about the fourth song I let my eyes travel to Louis who sat there, face like stone, glaring with hate as I kept rubbing up on my date.
Served him right.
When Josh grabbed some of my hair and a hip and started moving me faster Lou shot up and stormed over to us. I flinched when he first met us but when Josh played it off with no big deal I felt better.
"I need to talk to you." He snaps, grabbing my wrist. I shake him off and glare at him.
"I'm kinda in the middle of something, in case you didn't notice!"
"Actually I did, and so did everyone else." He cuts me off and pulls me away from my date who tries to reach for me but misses. Louis drags me up to his bedroom and slams the door behind us. I haven't been here in so long... "I know what you're trying to do so cut the shit." He snaps.
"Trying? I would say succeeding." I say sass.
"Oh, I wouldn't be to sure about that!" Louis retorts.
"Really? Why not? Because last time I checked you're the one who dragged me off instead of dancing with his girlfriend!" Confsuion washes over his face.
"Mckenzie, isn't my girlfriend?" His tone is ten times calmer now.
"Could have fooled me." I say coolly.
"Wait, wait, wait. I get it!" His voice suddenly hitches with enthusiasum. "You're jealous, aren't you!?" My face floods red and I stumble as I think of what to say.
"Am not!" Louis laughs and comes closer to me, taking my chin in his hands he points my face to his.
"Baby, if you want me just say so." He says deeply with a wink. I smile sweetly at him.
"Baby, I like being single. And I'm keeping it that way." I rip my chin from his grasp and turn towards the door. That's what he gets for being a dick to me.
"You're such a damn girl!" He shouts out at me.
"Yeah, I'm well aware!" I offer as I leave. Josh is waiting for meat the foot of the stairs. I peck his cheek and give him a warm smile that he returns. Josh was a good buddy, I really did enjoy being single though, I just didn't want to date anyone else with the already complexity in my life. It just wasn't worth it in my opinion.
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We danced and drank for hours, and had a real good time! Lou was incredibly jealous and couldn't keep his eyes from me which was a huge plus and the alcohol blurred every bad thought I have had so far tonight about the dram in my life.
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"Ready, baby?" Josh slurs as we giggle and trip over each other, heading towards the door.
"YUPP!" I shout and run, racing him to the car. Yeah... I was preeetttyy drunk.
Josh laughs and runs after me and when we reach his car my heart stops.
How in the actual fuck.
"What the fuck?" Harry says slowly, getting off the hood of Josh's parked car. I gasp and quickly hide behind Josh's shoulders.
Boo, cranky Harry is back.!
"Oh, it's your ex!" Josh says obnoxiously, giving Harry a stupid grin. You know how Harry responds?
He takes back his arm and throws a punch straight in to Josh's jaw bone.
"Stay. The. FUCK. Away. From. Her." Harry snarls, grabbing the collar of his shirt. Josh stumbles back, trying to free himself from the grip. "If I ever so happen to see you with her again I swear to fucking christ, you'll regret it!" He finnishes before pushing him aside, turning to me.
Here we go again.
He doesn't say a word, just stares at me, arms crossed over his chest. His face is full of anger but I can read him better and I can see it's nothing but betrayal and hurt in his eyes.
I drop my head and sigh when he finally points to his car. My drunk mind doesn't resist him. I get in the car and he slams the door behind me.
"Well then." I mumble as he crosses in front of the hood.
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Harry walks in front of me up to my apartment. When we reach the door he pulls out a key and jams it in to the lock. Wait, how does he have a key to my house? I check for mine, yep, still have it... What the heck?!
The silence and tension grows even harder as he leads me to my bedroom and points for me to sit on the edge. I silently take my seat. I know hes going to yell.....
"I don't know what to say to you." I bite my lip and awkwardly stare at my shoes.... "Forget the fact you lied to me after I was just trying to keep you safe! You were going to get in the car with him and he was drunk... Lillian you could have been fucking killed tonight with him! Do you know what that would have done to me?" His words aren't yelled or screamed or spoken with anger, their plain and unseasoned if you will... and it makes them sting ten times more.
"Harry I -" I sniffle before he interrupts me.
"I don't even know who you are anymore!" He continues. "You aren't this party girl... so why are you pretending to be?"
"Harry It was -" My chest starts to tighten.
"NO, I don't want an excuse! Coming home shit faced every night. No collage even? This isn't you! I don't even know who you are anymore and it's scarring the hell out of me!"
"It's still me!" I plead, tears have started falling but he ignores them.
"Are you starving yourself again?" He cuts in, anger is now starting to become more apparent.
"Wha-"
"Are you eating still? Is it something else, are you doing drugs or something?" He says louder.
"Of course not!" I say outraged. I'm full out crying but he shows no sympathy.
"Than why the hell are you pulling all of this shit? It's such a let down!" He finally huffs. I sniffle and shake my head.
"You're mean." I mumble softly, hoping he doesn't hear but knowing he does.
"Go get your pajamas on." He grouches, not looking in to my eyes but down at Marcel who has come in to the room, cowering at our raised voices. Even though he's a dog he can sense the anger and sadness in our voices. Hes a smart doggy.
I don't bother leaving the room when I change, I know he won't look and by now I'm crying to hard to walk any place to far... When I turn around hes in bed, staring at the ceiling.
I go and lay next to him.
I know we aren't dating but his opinion of me for some reason means the world to me and as much as I hate that I know it should. Considering how well he knows me. I huddle in to a ball with my back to him, pulling my quilt tight on my chest. Letting the tears flood out silently.
But he doesn't cuddle me or touch me.
"Harry?" I whimper.
NO response.
I think this time I may be the one to lose him.... And it kills me.
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8/12/15