“Are you afraid of me?”
“No…”
“Why not? I’ve raped women, I’ve sent people to their death sentence, and I’ve instilled fear into so many people. How could you possibly not be afraid of me?”
He was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It was all I could describe him. The area around us was an ethereal bright white made of nothingness. It was just us—Harry and I.
He wore his trademark jacket over loose jeans, and his hands were shoved in his pockets—his typical pose. And his hair was curly as ever, springing in side-swept, frizzy-less curls that framed his features.
And he was beautiful. I didn’t know what it was. It was like his presence had some kind of aura around him.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I reassured him. How could I be afraid of him in a place like this? My heart felt like it was full of joy. I could see him perfectly; there was no darkness.
There was absolutely nothing I could fear.
Nothing.
“I could kill you.” Harry said slowly, as if speaking to an infant. His eyes never strayed from mine. He was watching every single facial expression I made. “I could rape you. I already have so much control over you. I could literally control every thing about you. I could make it so that you stop eating for a few days. I could put you in a cage. Hell, I could even make you pleasure me however I see fit.” He paused, his eyebrows scrunching when he indeed saw no fear present on my face. “How can you not be afraid of that?”
“I know you won’t do any of that.” I said confidently.
“How do you know?”
“You would’ve done it already.”
“I’ve made women cry.”
“I know.”
“I’ve seen women beg for mercy. Mercy they never got. I’ve seen men beg—men who had families. Their devoted wives turned into desolate widows overnight, and their kids lost their father.”
The thought did disturb me, but I replied, “I know.”
Harry then said, in a softer tone, “I’ve taken innocence away from many people, Claire. I tainted them, changed their lives—forever.”
Fear was gradually seeping into my heart. But I remained standing my ground, looking Harry right in the eyes, and said, “This is all you’ve ever known. But…” I stopped myself.
“But what?” Harry asked, taking a step towards me. He seemed reluctant to come near me. He eyes me warily, as if he was trying to figure something out in his head.
Reluctantly, I mumbled, “You can always change, Harry.”
Harry stared at me for a good few, long seconds.
Then he repeated, “Change?”
I nodded feebly. “Change.”
“You think I can change?”
“I know you can.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and suddenly, the brightness around me was suddenly dimming. Soon, I was surrounded in swirling shadows, and Harry was only a spectral figure in front of me. Fear had overtaken me, and I glanced around frantically, trying to keep an eye on Harry. My skin curled under the lack of light. Darkness had overtaken everything.
“I won’t ever change.” Harry’s voice was different. Cold. Distant. It seemed to echo all around me. “You think you can change me? You’re dead wrong. I’m not some mental case that just had a rough past, Claire. I don’t go around looking for a woman who can pity me. I don’t want a woman’s pity.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“—I will never change!” He shouted, his voice booming around me like thunder. I flinched in the air, the shadows darkening until I was encased in pitch, absolute darkness. I could hear my rapid breathing. My heart pounded in my ears. “Don’t you dare think you can change me. I am who I am. You can either accept me for this, or you can share the same fate as everyone else. But don’t you ever even think that I will get on my fucking knees for you.”
My voice was trembling. “I-I didn’t ask you to get on your knees, Harry.”
“And don’t make excuses for me. ‘Oh, this is all you have ever known.’ I know myself more than anybody in this world. So don’t try to step in as some kind of psychologist and claim you know me. You don’t know anything about me. In fact, you’re completely ignorant when it comes to this world. Have you ever felt true pain, Claire?”
My throat was tightening. His voice was growling maliciously softer, calmer. Scarier. And it seemed like he was getting closer. My eyes searched the black abyss in search of some kind of outline, but I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
“No.” He said, his voice seeming right in front of me. I desperately searched for him. “You’ve never felt true pain. You’ve felt fear but not pain. I’ll bet you had a happy childhood growing up, huh? Your problems consisted of arguments with your parents, or not getting that purse you wanted at the store. Am I right?”
I didn’t answer.
“Yet there are people who worry about different problems.”
“Are you one of those people?” I asked quietly.
He didn’t answer. I felt his growing presence, and a shiver ran down my spine, a strange feeling coming over me.
And then I felt him breathing into my ear.
He was right behind me.
“Are you scared of me now, Claire?”

“CLAIRE!” I woke up with a jolt. My breathing was ragged and my eyes were wide open. Kim was sitting in front of me, a glass of dark liquid in her hand. She looked concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I-is he here?” I stammered, my eyes sweeping over the room. His voice still echoed in my mind. “Kim—we have to get out of here.”
“Claire, calm down.” Kim said, and for a moment, I stared hard at her. Her eyes weren’t as focused as they were before, and she was leaning into the bed.
Was she drunk?
“Kim!” I exclaimed, horrified. “How can you drink in a time like this?”
“I’m not drunk.” She protested, pausing to take a long sip of the drink. She smiled to herself, forgetting she was about to say something. “Wait, what was I going to say again?”
I buried my head in my hands. “We have to leave. He’ll find us.” I couldn’t shake the image of Harry from my mind. And how I felt in my nightmare. I felt like I was actuallyattracted to Harry, which was not good. And I also felt as if he could change.
Which was ridiculous, right?
Why the hell did I have a nightmare like that?!
My best friend waved her hand at me. She swayed a little on her feet. “You worry too much. He can’t find us! We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere. That is, unless he was Sherlock Holmes.” Her face paused. Then she gasped. “Wait. Is he Sherlock Holmes?”
“No.”
“Oh. Then we’re safe. And if he did find us—which he can’t—he would be no match for me.” She took another sip, running a hand through her hair, which she had let down out of her ponytail. She hummed lightly to herself. “See these muscles? He’ll be no match for. I’ve got your back, Claire. He should be the one scared.”
As I stared at her obliviousness, I felt a suddenly strange sense of jealousy. I wish I could be so carefree. I wish I could feel invincible like her. But then I remembered what terrible situation I was in. The only times I’ve ever been drunk was when I was with a few friends. I’ve never gotten drunk at a party—just in the safety with my friends.
Kim plopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a smile gracing her features. “Isn’t the world so beautiful, Claire?”
“No.” I replied flatly, trying to think of a way out of this. But every solution I thought of turned into a failed plan. Harry said he knew the town. I couldn’t stay here.
“How is it not beautiful?”
“It’s messed up.” I grumbled, hating how I immediately thought of Harry’s mom and Daryl.Damn it. Why can’t I just get him out of my head?
“Claire,” Kim giggled a little, “can you kiss me?”
Oh yes. I was waiting for this. See, when Kim got drunk, she liked kissing people. She liked making out, to be more specific. It didn’t matter who it was—she just wanted anyone to kiss.
“I understand if you don’t want to.” She said before I could reply. I watched her carefully. Her eyes were closed and her face looked so relaxed. She looked so happy. “I mean, you’re my best friend. And you’re a girl. I like guys.” She paused before standing up, swaying on her feet again. “I’m going to go find someone to make out with.”
“No,” I instantly got to my feet, grabbing a hold of her arm. I couldn’t imagine Kim going out in the hallway, finding a random stranger and kissing them! Who knew who that could be? “Kim, you have to stay in here.”
“Why? You want to get drunk, too?” Kim’s words were slurring together. She squinted at me. “Did you know you’re super pretty? I wish I had your hair. It’s like red—but not red. You know?”
“Auburn.” I said.
“And your boobs are so nice.” She giggled for a moment to squeeze one. I recoiled from the sensation, trying not to laugh. It tickled.
I tried to sound stern. “Kim, I think it’s time for you to sleep.”
“No.” She said firmly, trying to get out of my grasp. I clenched my teeth and tried to keep a hold on her. “You go to sleep. You need it. You’ve had a rough couple of days. I want to go out and party!”
I tried reaching for the cup in her hand but she flinched away, escaping my grasp.
“No!” She howled, and I wanted to cover my ears. I forgot that Kim was very sensitive when it came to trying to take away her drink when she was drunk. “This is mine! Get your own!”
“Damn it, Kim! We can’t be doing this now!”
“You,” She said, calming down in mere seconds, “need to calm down.” She looked around dramatically, searching for something. “Why don’t you have a drink, Claire? It’ll calm your nerves.”
“No.”
“You’re so uptight! You need to loosen up. You don’t have to get drunk; you just have to get a buzz.” Kim reasoned. Weird. When she was drunk, she was better at arguing.
She was half right. Having a buzz wouldn’t affect my way of thinking. It would only make me sort of hyper, I guess. For a moment there, I actually considered drinking.
But then I remembered Harry.
I let out a groan, sitting on the bed. “Kim, let’s just go to sleep.”
“No way.” She began going to the door, resembling a zombie by the way she walked. “I need someone to make out with.”
I didn’t hesitate to cut her off. Kim leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. She inhaled deeply, smirking. “You smell good.”
“Get on the bed.”
Kim burst out in giggles. “Claire!” She swatted my arm. “You can’t hit on me—you’re my best friend!”
“I’m not hitting on you.”
“Look,” Kim successfully made it to the table, reaching down to pull out a large glass bottle of Whiskey. My eyes widened. No wonder why she was so drunk! That whiskey was 70 percent alcohol! “Want some?”
My brain screamed NO yet it also yearned for it. It yearned for how Kim looked. I’ve been exposed to the horrors of the world, so I suppose I wanted to go back to how I was, like Kim, and be oblivious to it all again.
“You know you want some.” Kim sloppily poured the drink into her cup, nearly over pouring it. She giggled a little, for absolutely no reason, and thrust the cup to me. “Drink up.”
I accepted the drink carefully, weighing my options. If I drank just a little—as little as possible, I would barely get a buzz. I would feel a little better, and I’d be able to think as clearly as any day. I shrugged a little before taking a small sip. I hated how the liquid burned down my throat, and how it made me wince from the horrid taste.
But I loved how it warmed my stomach. As soon as it hit my belly, I felt myself smiling. It was warm. I took another sip, cringing again from the taste, and the warmth increased.
“Take a shot!” Kim encouraged me chirpily, bouncing in front of me. She climbed onto the bed and began bouncing on it, her dark hair flapping all around her face. She started to sing something aloud, but I had no idea what song it was. Her words were incoherent, and she was completely off tune.
I continued taking small sips. And then finally, I took a huge mouthful. My throat burned from the amount, but everything felt so warm. My head felt so light. It seemed like everything was moving around me.
I knew I drank too much by now. I could feel my proper thoughts diminishing. But for some reason, I continued drinking. Maybe it was because the more I drank, the less I thought about Harry simply because I could barely think. My brain would register everything in front of me, like Kim now lying on the bed, making imaginary snow angels.
I was absolutely wasted when I finally set the bottle down. Whenever I turned my head, it felt so amazing.
I had a huge smile on my face as I approached the bed. Ever since I could remember, I was a light-weight. I was already stumbling over my own legs. With a giggle, I fell on top of Kim, who began giggling with me.
“You know what?” I said, turning serious for a moment. Whenever I was drunk, you could say I was bi-polar. One moment I could be so carefree, and the next, I’d be ranting off about anything. “You really are my best friend, Kim. Not anyone would take a flight to another country for their friend.”
“I know.” Kim said, sounding flattered. “And it helps that I’m hot, right?”
“And it’s amazing because right now I can’t even think about Harry!” I said, delighted. I got off of Kim to stand on the floor, heading to the door. I wanted to walk around, to feel the world move around me. “Come on, Kim! Let’s go on an adventure!”
“An adventure?” Kim tripped behind me. I came to a stop to help her up. Together we staggered out of the hotel room. There was a little boy walking down the hall, looking at us with wide eyes.
“Hi there!” Kim said to him.
The child just stood there, watching us. I grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled her down the hallway. I completely forgot that we left the hotel room’s door wide open. Nonetheless, we ventured down the mostly empty hallway. We had no idea where to go from here.
“Claire!” Kim groaned after awhile. “I need someone to make out with!”
“We’ll find you someone.” I promised her, my voice sounding like it was echoing. I had turned my head to look at her, seeing that she was humming again, but when I looked back ahead, I came to an abrupt stop.
One Direction stood in front of us, a few feet away. They were in a solemn line, and Harry was right in the middle. I already felt his eyes trained on me.
And since Harry was near the front, that’s who Kim saw first. She began stumbling towards him, and as soon as she was in front of him, she kissed him.
I felt like someone had just kicked me in my face.
For some reason, I felt such a powerful wave of fury that I was pulling Kim off of Harry. Harry looked very confused, his eyebrows scrunched together, and I shoved Kim away, standing in front of Harry.
“No.” I snapped.
Kim fell to the floor, unable to regain balance. When she fell down, she began giggling like a child.
As soon as I saw this, I rushed forward to help her. But I tripped over something—I don’t know what—so now we were both on the floor, laughing madly.
“Claire.” Harry’s voice was calm. “Are you drunk?”
I raised my eyes to him. In my drunken state, I couldn’t place any emotion based on his facial expressions.
“I need someone to make out with!” Kim said louder, almost pleading.
Harry didn’t seem amused. Dryly, he said, “Someone fulfill her wish.”
“Kim,” I whispered loudly, “you’re getting your wish granted.”
“Really?” She clasped her hands together.
I was staring at her, and suddenly, someone had picked her up. I didn’t get to see who it was, because everything happened so fast. I was staring at the ground, and the next second I was staring at a pair of shoes.
And then I was staring at the whiskey bottle.
“Huh?”
“Drink.” Harry commanded, crouching in front of me. His eyes were trained on mine. “Drink, Claire. Fucking drunk. If you want to drink so badly, then keep drinking.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.” He suddenly grabbed my hair—surprisingly it didn’t hurt—and I felt the liquid rush down my throat. I choked a little, but Harry suddenly released me, and I was able to swallow it down. My entire body shivered from the unfavorable taste, and I eyed Harry in confusion.
“Why do you want me to drink?”
“Drink more.”
“Why?”
“What did I say about questioning me!” He shouted suddenly, frightening me, even in my dazed state. I quickly grabbed the bottle and took another shot. The world was really spinning now. The horrible taste didn’t even taste that bad anymore.
I swayed a little. “I feel weird, Harry.”
“More.” He urged, picking up the bottle for me. I felt completely numb as he grasped my chin, forcing my mouth open, and pouring even more down my throat.
And as soon as I drowned the liquid, I was crying. “H-Harry, why are you making me drink? I’m so confused.” My voiced sounded like a mix between whining and slurring.
He didn’t answer me. He did look angry though. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were dark. “More, Claire.” Although his voice was soft again, I could sense the warning behind them.
My lips quivered. I eyed the bottle warily, shaking my head. “I don’t want anymore.”
“Why not?” Harry came to stand, and I felt him grab my wrist, pulling me up as well. I couldn’t even stand straight. I leaned into Harry, feeling his warmth and smelling his scent. I originally thought he was going to push me away, but instead, he encased his arms around me, supporting me.
“I-I feel like—” I pushed myself from Harry’s arms, feeling my throat tighten. My entire body hunched forward as vomit began pouring from my mouth. Shockingly, it didn’t hurt at all. My brain only registered the fact that I was throwing up. Normally I hated throwing up. Perhaps my drunken state left out the pain.
Harry stayed by my side, watching me silently. When I had stopped, I stayed there, breathing raggedly.
“Harry—” I tried speaking only to be cut off from a gag coming from my throat. My body lurched again, and a little bit of vomit came out of me; it wasn’t as much as before. My entire body was shaking now, and I suddenly felt exhausted.
“What the hell are you looking at?” Harry roared behind me, probably talking to someone. “Get out of here. Now!”
“Is she alright?” It sounded like a male.
I heard a loud THUD, but I was so wasted I didn’t spend time musing over what happened.
When I was done, I had tears streaming down my face. I didn’t even know why I was crying.
“Please,” I choked out, wiping my lips, “no more.”
Harry said no more as he grabbed me suddenly around the waist. He picked me up effortlessly, tucking my knees up and laying my head against his broad shoulder. I felt my eyes begin to close as we walked down the hallway.
The world was no longer spinning.
Now, it was becoming darker and darker.
“Harry?”
“Hm.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Just shut up and go to sleep.” He sounded like he was restrained from yelling or something. So, I leaned my head against his shoulder, and I thought it was going to be hard to fall asleep. But it wasn’t.
I woke up in my room.
And it wasn’t a peaceful, nice way to wake up. I woke up with the biggest headache andstomach ache I’ve ever had. I immediately noticed I felt extremely nauseous, yet I was starving. But whenever I thought about food, I felt like I was going to hurl.
I lay there in my bed, trying to recollect everything that happened. I remembered being in a hotel with Kim. And I remembered getting drunk…
…and everything after that was very scattered. I caught glimpses of Kim and I jumping on the bed or something. And then I remembered seeing Harry. I did remember him telling me to drink until I threw up. Why did he do that again? If he ever told me, I didn’t remember.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it.”
Harry.
He was sitting in a chair he had brought in from my kitchen. He was once looking over his phone, but his attention was now on me. He wasn’t wearing the signature jacket; right now he wore a sleeveless black shirt over dark jeans. And he wore a dark beanie over his curly hair, suppressing the bounding curls.
And he did not look pleased.
“I feel terrible.” I said, wincing. My head was throbbing, and my stomach clenched over and over again. My head felt light-headed. I was glad I was lying down. Now, I’ve had minor hangovers before. But none have been this bad.
“This should teach you,” Harry said calmly, “that drinking isn’t the wisest thing to do.”
I didn’t reply. In my head, I knew I would one day drink again. It was just drinking, right? Yes it hurt right now, but the pain will go away.
Right?
Harry saw my averted eyes and continued firmly, “I mean it, Claire. You won’t be drinking again; I won’t have it.”
My eyes flashed to his. “I wouldn’t be this sick if not for you.”
He pressed his fingers to his temple, taking deep breaths. “It would be smart for you not to talk to me like that right now.”
“Wait a second, why are you in my room?” I said, remembering where we were.
“Shut up.” Harry stood up suddenly, towering over me. “Just shut the fuck up and listen to me.” My breath was halted in my throat when he leaned over the bed, suddenly very close to me. That stray curl near his ear, poking from the confinement of the beanie, as if stretching for freedom. “You will never drink again. Do you understand me, Claire?”
I asked softly, “Why not?” Why was he so upset that I was drunk? I surely thought he was going to explode about me running away.
“Look how you acted.” Harry stated. “You weren’t you. When a person gets drunk, they are someone else entirely. And if you keep doing it, that person you once were will cease to exist. It’s as simple as that.”
I instantly thought of Daryl. Was he referring to his father?
“Do you know someone like that?” I asked gently, trying to coax some information out of Harry. Plus, I didn’t want him yelling again. It didn’t help my headache. And even though I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, I figured that this was the perfect chance to getsomething out of him. I couldn’t let the moment slip between my fingers.
“Yes.”
“Were they a friend of yours?”
“No.” Harry grumbled, his eyes leaving mine. He stood off from the bed, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “No they weren’t.”
“Who were they?”
“It was my father.” Harry spat the word ‘father’ like he was disgusted.
I told myself to be careful. I’ve never been in this situation before with Harry. I mean, he’s never told me anything about his past. The only way I knew was from his mother’s diary.
“So your father drank a lot?” I asked, genuinely interested. I sat up in my bed a little, wrapping the blankets around my legs.
“He drank it like it was water.” Harry said simply.
“And it changed him?”
Harry took off his beanie, releasing his curly hair, and ran his hands through it. “Put it this way: I, to this day, hold no respect for my father.”
“Why?”
Harry’s face grew solemn. “He was a coward.”
“A coward?”
“He let drugs and money get in the way of being successful.” Harry said dismissively. “My father was in a gang, too. He started out as the lowest rank, and in a few months, he became the leader. But his gang was weak. It was controlled with, like I said before, drugs and money. They were always seeking some kind of fortune. When I was a teenager, he tried to get me to join them.”
I tilted my head a little. “Did you join them?”
Harry shot me an incredulous look. “No.”
“Harry, can I ask you a personal question?” I asked carefully, eyeing him closely for any signs of danger.
Harry’s gaze turned guarded. “Sure.”
I cracked a smile. “Well, I actually have a few questions. But for starters, what happened to your mom?”
Harry’s face did not change. He stared at me, not moving, not blinking, for a few good seconds.
And then, as if speaking about the weather, he said, “She died.”
“How?”
Harry looked away from me. I didn’t know if he was angry or what, but something was suddenly very off about him. His entire stature changed. I stared at him in awe, shocked to see such a sudden change in him.
“You don’t have to answer that.” I said quickly, hoping I hadn’t angered him.
“You ran away.” Harry said finally, his voice rough. When he turned back to look at me, his hands were clenched in tight fists and his eyes were ablaze with anger. “What the hell compelled you to run away? You should know by now that I’ll find you.”
“My friend showed up at the door.” I said, pressing my fingers against my temple. My head hurt so much. “I…I didn’t know what to do.”
“I told you not to leave.” Harry said through clenched teeth. “And yet, you ran. There will be consequences for that, Claire.”
“What does it matter anyway?” I grumbled, forgetting who I was talking to.
“You disobeyed me.” Harry said, his voice dangerously louder. “When I tell you something, you listen. What do you not understand about that? Vladimir’s men could’ve found you easily and killed you. I already told you that they’re after you.”
Whoa. He’s worried about my life?
I stared at him in shock, my mouth falling partly open. “You care about me?” I didn’t even mean to ask it.
But when I did, Harry seemed to visibly calm down. He sighed deeply. “You’re my girl. I like to take care of my things.”
Damn it. I’m a ‘thing?’ Eh, I guess its progress.
“And since you’re my girl,” Harry said, his voice growing angrier, “your actions reflect on me. If you run around getting drunk, it’ll look terrible on my part.”
“Harry?” I winced a little. “Can you possibly not talk so loud? It hurts.”
“I’ll raise my voice if I want. You will only leave once you ask me. Got it?”
I groaned a little, feeling like I was getting a harsh lecture from a parent. “Okay, Dad.”
I let out a yelp when he suddenly grabbed my cheeks in a rough manner, forcing me to jerk forward and come closer to him. His eyes were narrowed and he was breathing heavily, probably trying to keep himself from lashing out.
I instantly grew silent.
“Now, I have to go somewhere. You will accompany me. Get dressed.” He snapped, jerking me away to storm out of the room. I stayed on the bed, wondering how the hell he expected me to actually get dressed, before looking around for my phone. It was lying on the table next to the bed. When I checked the time, I saw that I had apparently slept all night, and it was 3 in the afternoon.
Almost as if on cue, my stomach grumbled. When was the last time I ate? My queasiness was gradually subsiding, yet I was slightly reluctant to eat.
I chose to wear a simple white tank-top over capris pants. As soon as I buttoned them, the door opened and Harry stalked in.
“Okay are you—” He broke off, growing eerily silent. When I looked warily over my shoulder, his eyes were on my exposed flesh. “Change into something else.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Why?”
“That shows too much skin.” Harry stated matter-of-factly. He motioned to his own shoulders. “Wear something that covers everything.”
“Are you serious?”
“I will not have other men staring at my girl.” Harry snarled, pointing his finger at my dresser. “You will change out of that, and you will change into something…” He trailed off, then he broke out into a cocky smile. “Or, I supposed you can wear something over that.”
“Like what?”
He disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he was holding his famous jacket. I immediately opened my mouth to protest but he wouldn’t hear any of it. He wrapped the large jacket around me, covering my entire torso, and nodded in approval.
“Much better.” He murmured.
“I need to brush my hair.” I told him, stepping away from him. My head was pounding. “And take some medicine. And brush my teeth.”
“Fine, but hurry up.” Harry said, following right behind me. “I don’t have all day.”
I wanted to say you’re the reason why I feel like shit but I remembered how edgy he was today. And hey, he didn’t hit me or anything! After I escaped? Pigs were surely bound to fly, because Harry didn’t seem as angry as I thought he would. I always imagined him exploding, steam coming from his ears, and chasing me with a pistol.
I decided to put my hair into a low, easy ponytail. I quickly brushed my teeth and ventured off into my kitchen, finding Harry roaming through my fridge.
He took out my milk carton and drank from it.
“Harry!” I exclaimed. He stared at me calmly, still drinking right out of the carton. “You have to use a cup!”
His lips pulled away, and he cheekily licked at his lips, wiping away his milk mustache. “Nah. I don’t think so. I call the shots, babe. If I want to drink from the carton, then I drink from the carton.” His phone rang out, signaling a text, just as I poured myself some water. “Our ride’s here. Come on, let’s go.”
“I have to eat something.” I protested, finding a banana. As I peeled off the covering, I felt Harry’s eyes on me.
“Does your head still hurt?”
I nodded. Was he going to apologize?
“Good. It should.” He replied, tapping his fingers on the counter. As I bit into the banana, I saw Harry’s eyes darken. “Wait. Do that slower.”
I chewed, quirking an eyebrow. “Do what slower?
“Bite into it slower.” He commanded, his voice husky.
Oh. He’s being perverted. I almost forgot that he was the perverted one of the group. How the hell did I forget that?
I finished off the banana, with Harry watching me intently, before he literally grabbed my wrist and began pulling me out my door. As we hurried through my living room, I saw that it was still a disaster from last time. I made a mental note to ask Harry to take me back after this, so I could clean it up.
Harry took me to the same club he took me to that one night.
I felt people glancing over at us again, like last time, and I unconsciously moved closer to Harry. The curly-haired male didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm snugly around my neck, pulling me fully against him. His arm was draped over me, providing—shockingly—some kind of comfort in the midst of all these strange people.
The air was heavy with smoke. I could smell alcohol, and just from the scent, I wanted to start gagging.
And the music was pounding.
Immediately my headache soared and I winced, feeling slightly dizzy. “Harry, why’d you bring me here? It hurts so much.”
“If you hadn’t drank,” Harry replied, “then it wouldn’t hurt. This was your doing, Claire.”
I glared at him, just before a man almost ran into me. Harry shot him a death glare, but he didn’t stay too long to do anything. Before I knew it, we were walking up those steps to where the serious people were. By now I felt like my head was going to explode, and tears were building up from the heavy scent of smoke everywhere.
I’ve never smoked before, nor did I want to.
When we began approaching the section, I saw Eleanor sitting on Louis’s lap again. And just as we grew closer, I realized something:
What the fuck happened to Kim?
And when I saw her, I felt like I was going to faint.
No…just no…

Notes

Wow, I have not been updated for so long it's been like forever. I'm so sorry about that, I'm gonna update 2 chapters today or probably 3 for you guys. I'm so sorry.

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