I Understand. An AU/punk story.
Rhonda Love
We drove back to Jess's house and slept for a few hours before getting up around nine in the afternoon. My phone kept buzzing and ringing so constantly I just took the battery out and shoved it to the bottom of my purse.
"Let's go, loser!" Jess yelled from the front door. I finished my makeup and joined her. I loved this outfit, they were Jess's clothes but I didn't mind.
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Pulling up to a new house on the southern and more rough part of town we stopped in front if an apartment building, people littered the outside. They were all older than us, mid twenties, early thirties an we got quite a few whistles and crude comments that Jess instructed me to ignore as we went past. The whole top floor, comprised of four apartments were all one big party. It was a mad house. And then the drinks started pouring and the fun began.
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I was about four shots in so I was drunk but wasted, I was at the table talking to some older biker chick who told em she liked my boots. Her name was Rhonda, she was a real sweet lady. Jess was off fucking someone she probably didn't know.... she did that a lot.
"I'm gonna go get a beer. Want one?" Rhonda offers as she gets up and heads in tot he next room. I smile and decline politely. I still feel numb and I love it; so its somewhat hard to put on a smile but I manage.
As I lazily trace patterns on the table the dining room door swings open and a man walks in. He's tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and a big gun tattoo on his shoulder with some script surrounding it. He gave me a double take as three of what I presumed were his buddies barged in. They followed his stare and THEIR eyes lit up.
"Well, hello there." One said cheekily, sitting next to me, the gun tattooed sat on the other side. Alright??
"Hi." I say awkwardly, with a giggle.
"All alone, are we?" the cheeky one says with a goofy smile, hes hitting on me majorly but his smile, boyish face and rich brown eyes don't scare me. I know hes just a harmless kid.
"What's it to ya?" I ask, kicking a foot on the table.
"We like lonely girls." The blued eyed one said with a snicker. Now he was a creep. I scowled at him
"I have a boyfriend." I lied, smartly. The creepy one rolled his eyes and slid closer to me.
"Does it look like I care?"
His head came closer to mine, I didn't flinch or move my face. Instead I did the most sensible thing at the moment. I reached my hand to the side of his head, grabbed a chunk of hair. and BANG! Cracked his head on the wall.
"If you ever try to touch me again, Harry Styles with literally have you go missing. Fuck. Off.!" I know I was over reacting but I honestly didn't give a shit! As soon as I let go of his hair he flew away. Of course a punk like this knew Harry. Who doesn't? After calling me a bitch him and his friend scampered out, leaving me to the peace of my cup of alcohol.
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Harry's P.O.V.
I can't stop worrying.
I am such a fuck up. This whole thing is my fault.
She could be dead for all I know and its all because I got bitter from the jealousy. I called her until her phone was turned off. I had every single one of my men looking for her and Louis had his. I don't doubt Josh was already looking too. But I needed to find her first... I needed to explain myself. I was terrible.
I drive to the lower part of town and slam my car in to park in front of the third party I have searched tonight. I know that's what shes out doing. Partying, trying to forget, trying to rewind it. All of it. Her dads death, Jeff and her mom, Louis, me, all of it. But she needed to understand that she just couldn't do that.... That's not how it works.
I get out and everyone jumps as they see me coming.
"Have any of you fuckers seen my girlfriend?" I snap at the people sitting outside. They shake their heads no in silence and I storm up to the top floor. Stopping at the first apartment and searching it with no luck, followed by the second. When I enter the third I noticed it's a lot louder but the people are much more calm. I walk over to two boys leaning against a wall. Needless to say I wasn't in the best of moods...
"Hey, have you guys seen Lily Forest anywhere?" I ask them and the one with brown eyes looks to his friend and then to the ground. They know something.
"Sorry doesn't ring a bell." The one with a gun tattoo sneers. I cock my head slightly and squint my eyes at him, widening my shoulders. I pull out the picture of her in my wallet and hold it out to him and he laughs.
Oh this fucking, fuck knows where she is.
"Now, lets answer one more time and maybe if you're lucking I wont fucking beat the shit out of you." I say lowly coming a step closer to him. His smile widens.
He wouldn't...
"Sorry, never seen her."
Oh he would.....
Lily's P.O.V.
When Rhonda doesn't come back I get bored. I need another drink, I keep seeing Harry's eyes in my head. Leaving through the back hallway (the stupid punks I'm sure were right out the main door.) I went out and just as I came around the dark hallway someone or some bodies, came flipping around the corner form the living room. One is held up by the collar the other grasping the shirt tightly. The smaller of the two is thrown in to the wall, him facing me, the others back to me.
The back to me has a head of curly... of fuck..... Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Harry.
"Where the fuck is she?" Harry yells in the guy who had just hit on me.
"I just said she's in the other room!" he splutters, gasping for air.
Shit hes going to turn around!! I silently flew my hands to my mouth in attempt to be silent. The boys continued to fight until I crept back silently to an open door on the left. Slowly pushing it open enough for me to squeeze in I lunge in the room. It's pitch black but my knee hits what must be a bed. I hear a few punches being thrown and groans.
I think I'm going to puke. My stomach is in knots and I'm sweating like crazy. What are the fucking chances?
Then I hear footsteps come down the hall, heading towards the room I had just been sitting in. Anxiety washes over me and my feet stumble backwards, hitting a dresser with my ass something toppled over making me jump and let out a little yelp.
The footsteps stop.
No No No NO NO NO NO NO I cant let him take me.
"Lilian?" Harry calls in to the room, still a few feet from the room. I stop breathing and my brain stops working for a mili second.
HIDE BITCH!
As soon as his feet start coming towards my hiding room I dive to the floor and scurry under the bed. I get under just as the light flips on and Harry's booted foot appears next to my head.
Holy Shit.
He looks around the room and lets out a sad sigh. As soon as I think hes about to leave his phone buzzes.
"Hello?" He snaps, pressing accept. His voice make me want to cry. I somewhat wished he would find me. I wanted him to make everything OK for me, but he was right. It wasn't his job anymore and that was my fault not his. I stayed quiet. "NO I haven't fucking found her!" He yells again, storming from the room, finally letting my breathe again.
I laid under that strangers bed for what must have been hours.
Finally after catching my breath I slowly pull my drunken body out from my hiding spot. My knees and legs shake but I wrap my arms around my chest and go as quickly as I can from the apartment, keeping my head down, hoping no one would recognize me.
I then find myself running down the building stairs and then when I hit ground floor I don't go to the main exit, to risky now that I know everyone's looking for me. I crash out in the cool air on the raised back exit. I run out to the cool metal rail and suck in as much air as I can hold as I buckle over on the metal. It feels like I haven't breathed since I saw Harry.
Someone chuckled behind me.
I scream and whip around. Rhonda is leaning on the stone smoking a cigarette.
"You OK there?" She asks. I nod small and try to calm my racing nerves. "He's looking for you,you know." My stomach drops.
"Wh a-a-at?"
"He has been since you ran off, I recgonized you. You should go back Lilian, he is just trying to help." Rhonda says clearly.
"How -?"
"It doesn't matter, but honestly. What are you doing here kid? This isn't what you are." She says gravely, taking another pull. "You're not this kinda girl, you're better than that." She says, not looking at me.
"You don't know anything about me!" I cry out.
"Honey, I was you. I fucked it up. Don't do the same." She says honestly before throwing me a pack of cigarettes and heading back inside. Leaving me all alone in the brisk night air.
"Let's go, loser!" Jess yelled from the front door. I finished my makeup and joined her. I loved this outfit, they were Jess's clothes but I didn't mind.
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Pulling up to a new house on the southern and more rough part of town we stopped in front if an apartment building, people littered the outside. They were all older than us, mid twenties, early thirties an we got quite a few whistles and crude comments that Jess instructed me to ignore as we went past. The whole top floor, comprised of four apartments were all one big party. It was a mad house. And then the drinks started pouring and the fun began.
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I was about four shots in so I was drunk but wasted, I was at the table talking to some older biker chick who told em she liked my boots. Her name was Rhonda, she was a real sweet lady. Jess was off fucking someone she probably didn't know.... she did that a lot.
"I'm gonna go get a beer. Want one?" Rhonda offers as she gets up and heads in tot he next room. I smile and decline politely. I still feel numb and I love it; so its somewhat hard to put on a smile but I manage.
As I lazily trace patterns on the table the dining room door swings open and a man walks in. He's tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and a big gun tattoo on his shoulder with some script surrounding it. He gave me a double take as three of what I presumed were his buddies barged in. They followed his stare and THEIR eyes lit up.
"Well, hello there." One said cheekily, sitting next to me, the gun tattooed sat on the other side. Alright??
"Hi." I say awkwardly, with a giggle.
"All alone, are we?" the cheeky one says with a goofy smile, hes hitting on me majorly but his smile, boyish face and rich brown eyes don't scare me. I know hes just a harmless kid.
"What's it to ya?" I ask, kicking a foot on the table.
"We like lonely girls." The blued eyed one said with a snicker. Now he was a creep. I scowled at him
"I have a boyfriend." I lied, smartly. The creepy one rolled his eyes and slid closer to me.
"Does it look like I care?"
His head came closer to mine, I didn't flinch or move my face. Instead I did the most sensible thing at the moment. I reached my hand to the side of his head, grabbed a chunk of hair. and BANG! Cracked his head on the wall.
"If you ever try to touch me again, Harry Styles with literally have you go missing. Fuck. Off.!" I know I was over reacting but I honestly didn't give a shit! As soon as I let go of his hair he flew away. Of course a punk like this knew Harry. Who doesn't? After calling me a bitch him and his friend scampered out, leaving me to the peace of my cup of alcohol.
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Harry's P.O.V.
I can't stop worrying.
I am such a fuck up. This whole thing is my fault.
She could be dead for all I know and its all because I got bitter from the jealousy. I called her until her phone was turned off. I had every single one of my men looking for her and Louis had his. I don't doubt Josh was already looking too. But I needed to find her first... I needed to explain myself. I was terrible.
I drive to the lower part of town and slam my car in to park in front of the third party I have searched tonight. I know that's what shes out doing. Partying, trying to forget, trying to rewind it. All of it. Her dads death, Jeff and her mom, Louis, me, all of it. But she needed to understand that she just couldn't do that.... That's not how it works.
I get out and everyone jumps as they see me coming.
"Have any of you fuckers seen my girlfriend?" I snap at the people sitting outside. They shake their heads no in silence and I storm up to the top floor. Stopping at the first apartment and searching it with no luck, followed by the second. When I enter the third I noticed it's a lot louder but the people are much more calm. I walk over to two boys leaning against a wall. Needless to say I wasn't in the best of moods...
"Hey, have you guys seen Lily Forest anywhere?" I ask them and the one with brown eyes looks to his friend and then to the ground. They know something.
"Sorry doesn't ring a bell." The one with a gun tattoo sneers. I cock my head slightly and squint my eyes at him, widening my shoulders. I pull out the picture of her in my wallet and hold it out to him and he laughs.
Oh this fucking, fuck knows where she is.
"Now, lets answer one more time and maybe if you're lucking I wont fucking beat the shit out of you." I say lowly coming a step closer to him. His smile widens.
He wouldn't...
"Sorry, never seen her."
Oh he would.....
Lily's P.O.V.
When Rhonda doesn't come back I get bored. I need another drink, I keep seeing Harry's eyes in my head. Leaving through the back hallway (the stupid punks I'm sure were right out the main door.) I went out and just as I came around the dark hallway someone or some bodies, came flipping around the corner form the living room. One is held up by the collar the other grasping the shirt tightly. The smaller of the two is thrown in to the wall, him facing me, the others back to me.
The back to me has a head of curly... of fuck..... Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Harry.
"Where the fuck is she?" Harry yells in the guy who had just hit on me.
"I just said she's in the other room!" he splutters, gasping for air.
Shit hes going to turn around!! I silently flew my hands to my mouth in attempt to be silent. The boys continued to fight until I crept back silently to an open door on the left. Slowly pushing it open enough for me to squeeze in I lunge in the room. It's pitch black but my knee hits what must be a bed. I hear a few punches being thrown and groans.
I think I'm going to puke. My stomach is in knots and I'm sweating like crazy. What are the fucking chances?
Then I hear footsteps come down the hall, heading towards the room I had just been sitting in. Anxiety washes over me and my feet stumble backwards, hitting a dresser with my ass something toppled over making me jump and let out a little yelp.
The footsteps stop.
No No No NO NO NO NO NO I cant let him take me.
"Lilian?" Harry calls in to the room, still a few feet from the room. I stop breathing and my brain stops working for a mili second.
HIDE BITCH!
As soon as his feet start coming towards my hiding room I dive to the floor and scurry under the bed. I get under just as the light flips on and Harry's booted foot appears next to my head.
Holy Shit.
He looks around the room and lets out a sad sigh. As soon as I think hes about to leave his phone buzzes.
"Hello?" He snaps, pressing accept. His voice make me want to cry. I somewhat wished he would find me. I wanted him to make everything OK for me, but he was right. It wasn't his job anymore and that was my fault not his. I stayed quiet. "NO I haven't fucking found her!" He yells again, storming from the room, finally letting my breathe again.
I laid under that strangers bed for what must have been hours.
Finally after catching my breath I slowly pull my drunken body out from my hiding spot. My knees and legs shake but I wrap my arms around my chest and go as quickly as I can from the apartment, keeping my head down, hoping no one would recognize me.
I then find myself running down the building stairs and then when I hit ground floor I don't go to the main exit, to risky now that I know everyone's looking for me. I crash out in the cool air on the raised back exit. I run out to the cool metal rail and suck in as much air as I can hold as I buckle over on the metal. It feels like I haven't breathed since I saw Harry.
Someone chuckled behind me.
I scream and whip around. Rhonda is leaning on the stone smoking a cigarette.
"You OK there?" She asks. I nod small and try to calm my racing nerves. "He's looking for you,you know." My stomach drops.
"Wh a-a-at?"
"He has been since you ran off, I recgonized you. You should go back Lilian, he is just trying to help." Rhonda says clearly.
"How -?"
"It doesn't matter, but honestly. What are you doing here kid? This isn't what you are." She says gravely, taking another pull. "You're not this kinda girl, you're better than that." She says, not looking at me.
"You don't know anything about me!" I cry out.
"Honey, I was you. I fucked it up. Don't do the same." She says honestly before throwing me a pack of cigarettes and heading back inside. Leaving me all alone in the brisk night air.
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