The Bodyguard.

I may have not completely thought through fighting with Harry. After all, I am his bodyguard; wherever he goes, I go. And that includes going out with him and that stupid fucking slut from the signing. It didn't matter if I didn't want to go out tonight or not, it was my job. However, since it would look weird if just us went out without an “official bodyguard”, one of the other boys' guards has to come with us. I went room to room, asking if anyone wanted to join us in going to a club and desperately hoping they would say yes so I wouldn't have to endure watching Harry and Brittany grind on each other all night.
Zayn, Louis, and Liam all had declined the invitation, so I didn't hold out hope for Niall to say yes. I knocked on his door and entered with his permission. There the blonde was, sitting in his bed without a shirt, tucked under a thin sheet. I had to force myself to look away, all of the guys are very handsome and its hard not to take in their appearance, especially when they're showing some skin. “Harry and I are going out to a club, do you want to come?”
“Just you and Harry?” he replies, straight faced.
“He's meeting some slut there.” I try to hide the venom in my voice and act like its a normal occurrence. Apparently before I came here, it was.
“Oh. Do you want me to come?”
Yes! I want to scream at him, but instead shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, “You don't have to but I wouldn't mind having some company.” I give him a small smile, praying to the God's that he says yes.
He ponders it for a moment before getting out of bed and walking over to his closet, revealing that he was only in his boxers under that sheet. I bite my lip and stare at his backside. “I'll go.” he says.
I hide the shriek that bubbled up inside me. “Okay, cool.” I shut the door and sigh in relief that I will have Niall there to keep me company.
It's nearing 9 o'clock when I am finished getting ready. When I went shopping earlier, I may have bought some clothing that I knew would get a rise out of Harry. Or at least I hoped it would. This isn't the skimpiest thing I have ever worn, but it comes pretty close.
Look at yourself, you're already dressing to make him jealous. Get a grip, this is not you.
I hate my inner voice/ my subconscious, whatever you want to call it. It's annoying how it's right all the time. I ignore it and grab my clutch and phone before strapping my heels on and walking downstairs. I hear laughter in the kitchen and walk in to find Harry and Niall pre-gaming. Niall looks handsome, but Harry looks damn fucking good. That wanker.
Wanker? Seriously? You're not British.
I think I'm losing it. At least I'm not saying any of this out loud.
They both stop talking when I walk in, making no effort to be discreet in checking me out. I stand up straight and proud in what I call my 'fuck me heels' and look Harry straight in the eyes while saying with a smirk, “Hello, boys.”
“You look.. uhm. Damn, Max.” Niall breathes out. I giggle lightly and walk over to him, “Thanks, Nialler. You look pretty handsome yourself.” I stand closer to him than I probably should have, but I loved the reaction I was getting from Harry. He hasn't taken his eyes off me, his jaw is set tight with his arms folded over his chest, making his muscles even more prominent.
“So, are we ready to go?” Niall asks us. We nod and make our way to the car where Ben, Niall's bodyguard, is waiting for us in the drivers seat. I sit next to Niall and Harry sits across from us, not looking happy at all. “So Niall, are you gonna get laid tonight?” Harry suddenly asks him. Niall shrugs, “Probably not. I think I'm just gonna hang out with Max while your off snogging your girl.”
I chuckle at his answer, “Good! You can be my dancing buddy then.” I wink at him while nudging him with my elbow. He grins, “It'd be me pleasure.” Niall and I spend the rest of the ride taking pictures on his phone, pissing Harry off even more.
“You know I post all of these to Instagram and Twitter, right?” Niall asks me. I shrug, “I don't ever get on any social media so go ahead.”
“You are like the only person I know that doesn't.” He tells me, shaking his head. When we arrive at the club, thankfully there were no paparazzi outside. I think some people noticed the guys as we walked right past the line and through the doors. Being famous definitely had its perks.
We snag a booth in the VIP section of the club. Ben pulls me aside to talk to me, “Listen, I don't care if you have a few drinks, just don't get shitfaced.”
“But Jackson said-”
“I won't tell if you don't. I got this. Just keep an eye on Harry throughout the night. You need to be having fun anyway in case anyone gets a picture.”
“Well, okay. I'm gonna go get a drink then. Thanks, Ben.” He nods at me and I join Harry and Niall. “It's a shame you can't drink on the job, Max.” Harry says to me, smirking. “Actually, I was just informed that I indeed can have a few drinks.” I smirk right back. The tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife and Niall is oblivious to it all.
A familiar perky and slutty blonde suddenly joins us. Harry stands up to meet her, giving her a peck on the cheek and sitting down with his hand on her knee as he introduces us. “Brittany, meet Niall and Max. Guys, this is Brittany.”
I fake a smile at her. She is practically bursting at the seems, she is fangirling so hard on the inside. She's partying in a VIP section of a club with two really famous people right now and one of them is hanging all over her. I would think she was more innocent if I didn't see her put her hand on Harry's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. It was a little too friendly for just meeting someone, which confirms my slut theory.
“I'm gonna go get some drinks. What does everyone want?” Niall asks us. Harry and his tramp answer him and I stand, “I'll help you. You can't carry four drinks on your own.”
Niall takes my hand so he won't lose me in all the people and I can't help but blush. Damn these One Direction boys for being so hot. While we wait for our drinks to be made, Niall says, “Well, they were very comfortable with each other right off.” I laugh, “I would say so. Is he always like that?”
Niall shakes his head, “No, he's usually more subtle. He must just really want to get laid tonight.” He shrugged.
If that's the way Harry wants to be, then fine.
“You know you don't really have to hang out with me all night, go get a lady friend.” I tell him.
He chuckles and shakes his head, “You are the sexiest woman in here, why would I want to be with anyone else?” He winks and I laugh at him. I glance over to our table to see Harry staring at Niall and I. Perfect time to lean in and give Niall a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Niall. You're the best.” I could have sworn he blushed a little, but it could just be the lighting.
We get back to the table and Harry and Brittany are making out hard core, right there on the couch. Not only is Harry being a fucking asshole, but he's being stupid. Anyone could recognize him and record what he's doing right now. We don't need that kind of publicity. I think Niall was thinking the same thing because he says loudly, “Oi! You want your drinks or not?”
They break apart and I refuse to look at Harry. I refuse to give him any satisfaction. I have my best poker face on tonight. I drink nearly half of my drink in one go. I would rather get drunk now and be sober by the end of the night.
“Niall, I bet you can't drink the rest of your drink right now.” I challenge.
He narrows his eyes at me before chugging down his entire drink. I clap afterward and laugh. “Now you.” he says. I shrug and chug mine next. “Now let's go take a shot and dance.” I grab his hand and drag him away from the booth and back down to the bar. After taking a shot, we go onto the dance floor. We were just dancing goofy until I saw Harry and Brittany join the dance floor a little ways down from us. As Brittany rubbed her ass on him, Harry let his hands roam all over her.
Fuck, I am so jealous.
I then stupidly pull Niall closer and dance with him. He was surprised, but his hands quickly found their place at my waist.
I really suck at being professional.

~Harry's P.O.V~

A couple hours later, I was pissed drunk and looking for the loo. When I do my business and walk out of the bathroom, I see a familiar head of hair trying to get away from some creep.
I stumble over to them and wrap my arms around Max's waist, “Hey babe. Is there a problem here?” I look the guy straight in the eyes. He is a full head shorter than me but is staring right back. He narrows his eyes at me, “This your girl?”
“I tighten my hold on her and feel one of her hands cover mine. “Yeah, it is. So, is there a problem here?” I repeat. He wonders if he can take me or not, then says, “No man. There's no problem. Have a nice night.” He made the right decision.
After he walks away, I face Max with my arms still around her. “Are you okay?”She unwraps my arms and takes a step away from me, “I'm fine, I can protect myself.” She gives me a look that could kill and walks back to the table. Following closely behind Max, we return to the table without saying a word.
I'm not going to lie, Brittany is a good kisser and she's definitely down to fuck. I just want Max. This is a problem. I see Niall drape an arm over Max's shoulder and her ease into him. It makes my blood boil with jealousy. Maybe if I fuck someone else I won't want Max anymore. I whisper in Brittany's ear, “Wanna come back to mine, babe?” She nods and kisses me.
“We're gonna go.” I announce. They stand with us, “So are we. I'll tell Ben.” Max says and walks a few feet away to Ben.
The car ride was awkward, to say the least. Brittany and I just sat there while Niall and Max took pictures, once again. I have to admit, though, they were being kind of funny because they are so drunk, but I was too pissed off to laugh with them.
I showed Brittany to my bedroom and told her I would be right back before going downstairs and taking another couple shots. I needed to prepare for what I was about to do.
I don't even want to do this. I am just plain using this poor girl, no matter how slutty she may be. I know Max won't admit to how much she likes me and I know that I pushed her to flirt so much with Niall tonight. I sigh heavily while running my hands through my hair.
I can't do this.
I go upstairs with the intent of apologizing and kicking Brittany out, but I stop in my tracks when I see Niall and Max kissing in front of Niall's room.
Ouch.
I don't even have the right to be pissed off at Niall, he doesn't know about Max and I's relationship. But I am furious anyway. I angrily go to my room and throw Brittany down on the bed, kissing her roughly but imagining its Max.
How could she fuck one of my best mates?

~Max's P.O.V~

Niall's tongue is currently down my throat and to be honest, I'm quite enjoying it. He didn't give me a warning that he was going to kiss me, he didn't lean in slowly, he went straight for my lips with a drunken passion. After getting over the initial shock, I began to kiss him back. I was surprised at how badly I wanted to keep kissing Niall, but even more appalling is how badly I wished it was Harry. When Niall began to pull me into his room, I really wanted to continue, but I stopped him. I sighed, “I'm sorry, Niall. I can't do this. Jackson would kill me.” And I can't do that to Harry.
He smiles sadly at me, “I understand, it's okay. You can still lay with me though, right? I promise I'll behave.” He pokes my stomach and I giggle, relieved he is taking this so well.
“Let me go change and I'll come back to watch a movie, okay?”I tell him and he nods. After I change into pajamas and take my make up off, I brush my teeth and exit my room. I freeze as I hear moaning coming from Harry's room. That stupid slut is being so damn loud.
I didn't think Harry would really go through with it. I blink back tears and stop outside Niall's room. I could fuck one of his best friends, right now. But I know how fucked up that is and I'm not a whore. This just shows how much more I care about him than he does me.
I take a deep breath before going into Niall's room with a smile. We snuggle close together while watching the movie Super 8. About halfway through the movie, Niall was fast asleep. I stayed until the movie was over, but when it finished I quietly snuck out of Niall's bedroom and walked to my own. Just as I reached my door, Harry's opened. Wow, impeccable timing.
Out came Brittany, carrying her high heels and purse, lipstick smudged and looking freshly fucked. To make it better, Harry is right behind her, his curls a wild, tangled mess. What a gentleman, walking her out right after he uses her and not even bothering to wait until the morning.
His eyes widen when he sees me and looks from me to Brittany then back to me. It looked like he was about to say something, but I quickly entered my room and closed the door. A small part of me had held out hope that he had told her to leave.
How am I this upset over someone I really barely even know? Harry is not making it easy for me to adjust being back in the real world. I know I'm not blameless in this situation, but I don't have much self control when Harry is involved. Why did fate do this to us? Make us meet, have a wonderful night, and then royally fuck shit up. Was it karma? Am I still paying for my past mistakes? Why couldn't it have just been an incredible one night stand and let it end there?
With my head spinning with unanswered questions, I crawl into bed and find myself desperately wanting a line of the drug that destroyed me in every way possible.

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