Simmer Down and Pucker Up

I sat in the backseat of the black SUV passing a bottle back and forth between Louis and Niall. My mood had instantly lifted the minute I decided to leave that house, which lead me to believe that this night wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought it was.

“Where the fuck is he?” Nail grumbled from the front seat, drumming his fingers impatiently against the dashboard.

A figure approached the car, but it definitely was not Liam, “Hey,” Taylor said in a small voice, letting out a sigh as she got to the open door, “So—”

“I am so fuckin’ done with those two,” Liam’s angry voice cut Taylor off as he stormed towards the car, “Fuckin’ twats, both of ‘em.”

“They’re acting like children,” Taylor seemed just as irritated as Liam. “Harry is so disgusting. I can’t believe I actually thought there could still be something there… And fucking Ariana has been a total slut ever since she found out Zayn was single,” She added with an eye roll.

I sat up, turning my back to Louis to better face Taylor and Liam as Niall spoke up. “What happened?”

“Well, Zayn threw a fuckin’ fit—Harry joined—saying that if we expect them to show up tonight without Spencer staying behind then we are shit out of luck.”

“What do they want from me?” I felt sorrow crush my bones as I turned back to lock eyes with Louis. We both knew I had no choice the minute the words left Liam’s mouth.

“No clue, but I can’t stand to be around ‘em.” Liam’s tone was sympathetic, “Sorry Spence, but you may have to take one for the team.”

I felt like crying as Louis rolled his eyes, “What the fuck is their problem?” I could feel his rage boiling up and put my hand onto his thigh to calm him.

“It’s fine baby,” I started, earning a huff from Louis.

“It’s not fine, they can’t treat you like you’re their mother.”

I laughed, “Well if I have to fucking babysit them all the time you better tell management to start paying me.”

Louis cracked a smile, his anger fading away as I leaned in to a quick peck to his lips. “I’ll try to get them down there within the hour,” I shot him a reassuring smile over my shoulder as I scooted out.

“Just get a little more drunk and then you’ll be back with us,” Liam smiled, trying his best to make me feel better which was working.

“I’m going to get sooo drunk; that’s the only good part.” I was still a little annoyed at my situation, especially having to face Zayn with that bitch Ariana, but I was going to stay strong and not let any of Zayn’s shit get to me.

“I honestly don’t want to be around them anymore, so I’ll come with you and I can do a few songs to buy Spencer as much time as she needs,” Taylor said, smiling at me in a way that showed I may have gained a new ally, “I’ll text my manager and tell him to have them start soundcheck for me.”

“Thanks, Taylor,” I said genuinely, turning back to awkwardly lock eyes with Louis, whose unease could be felt from outside the car.

“I’ll be fine,” I said to him with a smile before taking a breath and turning away from the car. “See you guys soon,” I called out to them as I walked towards the house, already feeling a wave of hostility rip through me when I entered.

The only sound in the house was coming from the kitchen which I hesitantly made my way to. Harry was sitting on a barstool, taking shots of whiskey from the bottle and chasing it down with some beer. I walked towards him. I didn’t dare speak the first words, but his eyes still stared at me, waiting. He broke eye contact, reaching down for the empty shot glasses and filling them up.

He handed one to me which I drank instantly, locking my eyes on his and waiting for him to take his. He held out the other glass to me, earning a scoff in return, “Drink it,” He ordered.

I rolled my eyes, yanking the shot from his hand and gulping it down, trying my best not to show the disgust I felt. Harry laughed, “I like the outfit, Spence.” He moved towards me, hooking two fingers into the waist of my leather skirt to pull me towards him, “It’s really somethin’.”

“What are you doing, Harry? Where’s Zayn?”

I pushed him back, watching the smirk grow on his lips, “Zayn is off with Ariana somewhere.” His words hurt even though I already knew what they were going to be. I needed to accept that Zayn and I were done. I let out a breath and reached for the bottle, bringing it up to my lips for long drink.

“Spencer—fuck him—you don’t need him.” Harry said, moving to put his hand on my shoulder.

“You’re right, Louis is so much better,” I muttered coldly, bringing the bottle back up for a second drink.

Harry laughed, “No, he’s not. We both know that.” I pulled the bottle away and coughed, involuntarily gagging at the burn of the whiskey that went down the wrong way. Nothing came out as Harry held out his beer to me which I took and drank down, “I think you and I are truly meant to be together.”

“Harry, Louis is your best fr—”

“No Spence—you are. And if I was in Zayn’s position I would have never—” He paused looking away from me to grab the bottle and take a drink. I didn’t know what to say to him. After all his time of ignoring me, he finally cracked—“Fuck it. Let’s go do some blow,” He said abruptly, reaching for my arm to pull me away.

“What were you going to say?”

His eyes met mine, “It wouldn’t matter what I say because nothin’ would change your mind.” Any slight good feeling I had in me was gone. I was a terrible person who deserved all these terrible things happening to me.

I grabbed the bottle off the counter and let out the breath I was holding. Following Harry down the hall and freezing at the sound of muffled moans coming from behind a closed bedroom door. His eyes locked on mine, “You know… We can always one up them if you want to?”

A smirk spread to his lips. His playful side came out, making me roll my eyes at his psychotic mood changes as he smoothly guided me away from the door. “I wish I could just murder him,” I frowned, earning a laugh from Harry, “It would make my life so much easier if he was just dead.”

“Spence, if you killed Zayn, you would probably kill yourself right after which means I would have to kill myself so let’s just not go there.” We turned the corner, chuckling as we stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

It felt nice to have Harry not hating me. I didn’t care if it was fueled by the drugs or alcohol; I had my best friend back. Harry’s eyes met mine as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of white powder to dump on the counter. "When did you have time to go find that?"

He chuckled, creating a few rows of thin lines, "You've been off in your fantasy land with Louis playin' house. You couldn't begin to imagine what we've accomplished in these last few days." He handed me a rolled-up hundred—he always carried big American bills on him—"Ladies first."

Bending down to the level of the sink required some work in the heels I was wearing. I sniffed up the first line and went for a second without hesitation. My gaze shifted to the mirror where I could clearly see Harry shamelessly drooling over my bent over stance, “I can see you.”

My annoyed words brought a smile to his face, “Good.”

The drugs were beginning to flow through my body. A smile spread to my lips as I sniffed up another line and straightened up to face Harry in the new light. “Does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

He chuckled, pausing to inhale his portion of what was left on the counter, “Uhhhhh.” He tossed the money onto the counter and turned to look at me, “I guess.”

My hand automatically rose to hit him. A grin broke out onto his lips as he caught my hand, “You know I can’t stay mad at your for very long,” Bringing me closer with every word.

“Well then, as my best friend I need you to tell me everything that Zayn has been doing behind my back,” I didn’t hesitate to drop the bomb once I found my place in Harry’s arms. The minute mention of their so-called ‘accomplishments’ left his mouth, it was the only thing that I could think of.

His arms were wrapped loosely around my waist. Our bodies were entwined with a feeling that I did not want to admit, but the more he rocked me back and forth, the harder it was to ignore. “You’re really going to make me tell you?”

He finally sighed as I nodded my head against his chest, “To put it short…Probably everything that you think he’s been doing but worse…”

My system was too numb from the drugs, but the shock setting in was enough to kill my buzz, “I don’t know if that’s possible.” I finally muttered, looking up to meet Harry’s gaze. “What could be worse?”

“You sure you’re done with him?” His hesitation had me feeling nervous as I squeaked out a ‘yes’. He sighed, “Well you should be, because he's been with a lot of different women since he and Perrie split.”

A lump welled up in my throat, “But it hasn’t even been that long!” I couldn’t help but feel slightly hysterical as I stepped out of Harry’s embrace. “How many is a lot?”

Harry looked down, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck , “Spence, just let it go and move on from him. You deserve so much better,” He looked back up looking as broken as I felt.

“Please just tell me,” I begged, “I need to know.”

“I-I kind of lost count…”

He broke eye contact again and I forgot how to breathe. The amount of times I had been off with Louis I had never considered Zayn could have been out doing the same thing. “More than 10?”

Harry looked up at me, “I’d guess so…I mean he was sometimes running off with groups of two or three girls at a time and that’s just from what I’ve seen when I’m with him.”

“So this is what you guys would do when you would go out together?”

“Yeah Spence, you didn’t want to be with me or Zayn so we went and found love somewhere else.” His words were harsh as he reached into his pocket to pull out another bag, he opened it up and handed me two of the clear capsules filled with some other white powder.

He swallowed his pills with a handful of sink water, “You sat at home getting drunk enough so you could fuck Louis into thinking you loved him. Did you expect us to just sit around and wait till you were ready to play”

“Can we just not talk about the Louis thing anymore? Why do you always have to bring it up?!”

I tried to calm myself by taking the unnamed pills that Harry handed me, “Because I don’t understand why you are with him if you fuckin' know you don’t love him.”

“Harry, I can learn to love him! Don’t you get that?”

He rolled his eyes, “You should’ve just gotten with me.”

“You were dating that Kardashian-bitch!”

“Fuck!” Harry yelled, “I know, I should’ve made the move when I had the chance, but you went in to your relationship with Louis so fast I never got one.”

“What do you want from me, Harry? It’s not like I can just leave Louis and say sorry, I’m going to go hop on Harry now.”

He moved towards me, walking me back and pinning me between him and the wall, “Just kiss me and no one will ever have to know.”

His lips were an inch above mine as his hands moved to my waist. The thought of Zayn sleeping around popped into my head, giving me everything I needed to look up and meet Harry’s stare. Draping my arms around his neck, I Jumped up, wrapping my legs around his torso and bringing my lips to his. My back hit the wall as he firmly pressed himself against me, letting out all the built-up tension from the past few weeks.

His hand slid down my hip to hike my skirt up. “Mmm,” Harry murmured, breaking the kiss to meet my eyes. “Are we really going to do this, because I—”

Running my fingers through his hair I cut him off with my lips, breaking away to look up at his hazy eyes, “Just don’t tell anyone and we can do whatever you want.”

Notes

Comments for an update