Roxana's POV:

I woke up the next morning with my head on Niall's chest. His steady heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, and I tried very hard not to fall asleep again. But that royal bitch of a hangover was what finally made me get out of bed. I shuffled out from Zayn's grasp, who just rolled over and kept sleeping. Niall woke up, however.

“Come back to bed, love,” he grabbed my hand and yanked on it, making me crash on top of him. He nuzzled his face in my neck and I let out a short giggle. I was always acting like a schoolgirl around him, I just couldn't help it. Niall started planting soft kisses all over my neck while I snuggled closer to him.

“Mhmmm... you taste so fucking good,” he whispered, his hands roaming over my whole body, nestling in between my legs. I welcomed the feel, but I knew I needed to get out of bed.

“As much as I'd like to repeat last night, I need to get up, Irish,” I mumbled and he pouted. I smiled at him while I pushed his hands away, getting out.

He watched me while I got dressed, a cheeky grin on his lips. When I was done, I bent down and kissed him one last time. His hands fisted in my hair while my tongue was massaging his in slow circles.

“See you later,” I said when I finally broke free and he just smiled and looked at me dreamily.

“Can hardly wait,” he mused and I left.

Louis and Liam were still snoring on Zayn's living room couch and I chuckled at them while I made my way to the door.

“So, you're gonna leave without even talking to me?” a deep voice made me stop dead in my tracks when my hand was already on the doorknob. I sighed and turned around to face him. He was only in his boxers, his hair dishevelled and his look tired.

“What do you want to talk about, Harry? You left, remember?” I said aggressively. He closed the distance between us and, to my surprise, hugged my tightly. I was shocked for a second before I hesitantly hugged him back.

“You're destroying yourself, Rox, and it breaks my heart,” he began and I closed my eyes in annoyance. The last months with Zayn had been drug-filled, yeah, but still – I was nowhere near out of control.

“I miss you. I know it's strange, but I do. And not only the sex. I miss being around you, talking to you, doing stuff with you. When I am with you, I feel so much more alive,” he whispered into my ear and a single tear was threatening to roll down my cheek. I felt the same with him, too. He finally let go and looked at me, his face bearing so much sadness and despair that I had to gulp.

“Harry, I'm not good for you...” I started but he vehemently shook his head.

“No, that's not true. I am good for you, we both know it, but you're just too afraid to change anything about who you are. And you know that with me, you would. But would it really be that bad, Roxana? You can't live this life forever,” he reasoned and I got slightly angry.

“So, you still think you can save me? Well, guess what, Styles, I do not want or need to be saved,” I spat at him. He looked surprised for a moment, but his face softened even more. His hands cupped my face left and right, and he looked at me lovingly.

“When you're ready, I'll be there,” he said and kissed me. All the anger and frustration I had at him melted away with this kiss. My knees almost gave out from under me while his soft lips communicated so much more than just lust and passion. He withdrew after some while, leaving me completely dumb-founded.

“Bye, Roxana,” he mumbled softly and went away. I stood there for a few more seconds before I finally got the hell out of there.

What I didn't know was that lurking behind a semi-opened door, Zayn had seen and heard everything. And he did not like it one bit.





Rider's POV:

“Where's my baby sister?” I screamed through the whole apartment when I unlocked the door. Throwing my bag on the floor, I strode into the living room. Smoke was slowly rising from the couch, and when I looked over it, there she was, in her underwear, headphones on and smoking a good, old jolly. I smiled at my sister before she opened her eyes and looked at me, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“Rider,” she mused and took off her headphones, getting up. I hugged her tiny frame with all my strength and spun her around while she giggled.

“I missed you,” she said in my neck when I stopped, still hugging her.

“Missed you too, sis,” I said back and faced her for the first time. There were deep shadows under her sparkling eyes, and her face was even slimmer than when I had last seen her. But I guess our sort of lifestyle took its toll.

“We should celebrate,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows and I followed her to the bar in the corner of the room. She poured us some Whisky and we cheered and drank.

“So, Roxy,” I said, calling her by the name I knew she hated “What's going on in that fabulous life of yours? Any boys whose heads I can bash in?” I asked while we sat down on the couch again. She chuckled darkly and rolled her eyes.

“I can handle myself, Ri, thanks,” she said and smiled. There was something going on, I knew it immediately.

“Bullshit. Tell me,” I said, sensing that there was more to the story. I raised up an eyebrow looking at her critically, but she just stared back at me with a stern expression.

“Roxana... is it that bad?” I pried further, tickling her sides. She giggled for a moment before she became sinister again.

“I got involved with a fucking boyband, Rider. And they are going on my last nerve,” she finally confessed, making me roar with laughter loudly.

“I thought that was just a rumour, dear god!” I said in between laughs but she just shook her head.

“Unfortunately, no. I need to take my mind off things asap,” she mumbled while fishing for a pack of her black fags.

“I think I know what we could do,” I said, raising an eyebrow suggestively. She looked at me for a second before a slow smile spread across her face.

“Let's have Blackwood-party!”



Rider Blackwood:

Notes

are you excited for the party?
do you think Harry and Rox will find to each other some day?
what will Zayn do to make her his?
and what about Niall?