Friday


My heart beat was frantic as I opened my front door, Carter peeking in. We were going out, and he was going to be there.

I had on a hot pink dress that clung to my curves. My makeup was simple, and I had straightened my golden hair.

http://luxuryworld2013.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-legendary-top-of-jewellery-moneta.html Lucy

Carter went on and on about the club we were going to, but I had only one thing on my mind. I still hasn't worked out all the details, but tonight I was going to see if Harry wanted me, us.

As we approached Carter's car, I ducked in to the passenger seat. The sleek leather of his car was impressive. My hand daintly traced over the material in admiration.

Flashing him a smile, I complimented Carter on his car. It was pretty high-tech.

He pulled smoothly out of my driveway, heading away from my flat. Suddenly doubt had found its way to the pit of my stomach, why was I doing this?

"Hey, don't look so gloomy!" Carter told me cheerily.

A crooked smile was adorning his face, making him more cheeky. If I wasn't so absorbed by Harry, I could probably be with Mr. Dreamy over there.

Carter was so kind and unselfish. He would never hurt anyone internationally, and always did the right thing

What more could a girl want?

It made no sense that I would want Harry so much when a guy like Carter was right in front of me. I sighed in frustration and shot him a small grin.

"That's better!" Carter complimented me before turning back to the road.

I examined his side profile, a light stubble was present down his cheek. His dark lashes were long and fluttered against his skin whenever he blinked. He was very attractive.

But there was that spark missing, that longing that I only felt for Harry.

His car swiftly arrived at the place, and nerves attacked me once again.

Of course he opened my door for me. We headed to the entrance and were granted inside despite the long line. As we entered, Carter gave the guard a hand shake. They must know each other.

Inside neon lights flashed around everywhere. This place was a lot more bright than the other one we had been at. As I took in the scene, Carter lead us over to our group of friends.

Layla and Perrie rushed over to me, fawning over my revealing dress.

"Darling this is just absolutely beautiful!" Perrie gushed. Layla nodded her head in agreement.

As they took me over to the furniture everyone lounged on, I was greeted by the rest of the crowd.
Harry was sitting in a corner, he was the odd one out to the group, but not to me. Our eyes connected, and warmth shot through me again. His eyes reluctantantly trailed my figure almost making me melt, but then I remembered how distant we have been lately. I turned away from him and pretended to be interested with the energy on the dance floor.

Even with my body focused away from Harry, I could feel his eyes piercing me.

So now he takes an interest in me.

It fired me up a little that this whole week we've barely conversed and now that I'm all dolled up he can't take his eyes off of me. That should teach him a lesson.

Bravely I sauntered onto the floor, it was time to get the plan started. The crowd of people was huge, as I migrated further to the center, I could sense Harry's eyes following.

Dancing came naturally to me, I wasn't great but I knew how to have a good time. As club music blasted from around the building, my hips began to sway to the beat.

My hair floated around me, I was getting lost in my own sensation.

Suddenly a strong arm snaked around me from the back, pulling me closer to the person.
I tilted my head back to see who the guy was. Carter!

A gasp nearly escaped my mouth but I swallowed it down. It's not that I didn't want to dance with him, I just didn't think he was confident enough to just grab me like that.

It was kind of sexy, I had to admit.

Smiling up at him, I grinded my body against his. He pulled me closer, as if he wanted nothing in between us.

Our breaths were hot and short, the atmosphere around us was crazy. His hands blazed down my body, resting on my hips.

Carter's soft lips found their way to my neck, he placed kisses everywhere, sucking down in some areas.
It was pure, fun bliss.

I whirled around to face him as his arms wrapped around my back, squeezing us together. My eyes peered at him, and time stopped.

Carter began to lean in to me.

Shit.

It wasn't supposed to go this far, I didn't want to lead him on! The worst part was I didn't even know if Harry had been watching, I was so lost in our intimate moment.

Just as our lips were about to touch, we were pulled away from each other.

The next seconds went by in a flash.

One, Harry's fist literally pounds into Carter's jaw.

Two, Carter falls to the ground.

Three, Harry gets on top of him.

Four, Harry hits Carter relentlessly.

Five, blood.

Six, everything goes black.


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Harry's POV


I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Lucy was dancing solo on the floor, and it was such a turn on. It was like she was putting on a show just for me. I hope she didn't know I was watching, but it wouldn't stop me if she knew.

Her dress was flaunting her curves and she just looked natural.

I think she looks beautiful in whatever, but tonight she just looks like herself. Effortlessly too.

Out of nowhere, some random guy wrapped his arms around her waist, scrunching them together. Who the hell did he think he was?

Heat rose through my body, filling me with an unfamiliar feeling. Was I jealous? I couldn't be! I didn't get jealous of girls, I didn't have a reason to be. Every girl was nothing more than a good lay, usually they're the ones who hold grudges afterwards.

I shook away the feeling, focusing on the pair again. Lucy was literally grinding back on him! Why would she do that? Especially to a stranger.

It occurred to me I hadn't even really given a closer look at the guy, but as I did so I realized he was no stranger.

Carter?

Now I was fucking pissed. It was one thing for a random guy to dance with her, but my best friend?

She was mine.

Well, technically not, but he knew that I had been interested in her. I wasn't even supposed to be mad, I mean I was the one who ended things. The truth was that I couldn't get involved with Lucy if it meant more than just sex. Also, she was a virgin.

I looked down to see my fists clenched in anger, my knuckles were white from the force.

Releasing my grasp, I drew my attention back to Lucy. Carter had just turned her around, and they were facing each other in an embrace. I didn't know how, but I just knew he was going to kiss her.

Before I registered my own actions, I was on my feet storming over to them. All I could see was red, my head pounding with agitation. Just as their lips were about to touch, my hands ripped Carter away.
I could feel the calm exterior I had built up ever since my professional career fading away with every punch. I couldn't stop. My fists just kept pounding and pounding into his face.

Lucy was screaming, but I didn't even realize it until she stopped. The whole room was focused on us.

Looking over Lucy, I saw that the reason she had stopped screaming was because she had fainted.
What the hell? How could this overwhelm her this much?

Then I took in the damage I had caused. There was blood, everywhere. My hands, the floor, Carter's face.
Blood gushed out from his nose, I must've broken it. His cheeks and eyes were puffy from my fists.

I pulled my hands up to my forehead, pushing my hair away from my forehead. Holy shit, I did this. It was the old me again.

No, no, no.

I needed to get out of here, I couldn't take this.

My feet carried me to the exit, and I left. I didn't even look back once, not even when my other friends had been yelling out my name. Memories were flooding my head.

All I could think about was how tonight reflected my past. When I used to box professionally, I would get so enraged that I couldn't stop. The refs would have to pull me off my victim. It drove the audience crazy, of course.

But I didn't want to be that guy, it wasn't the real me, it couldn't be.

My feet pounded down in the sidewalk with every step I took. It was like I didn't know where i was going, but at the same time I did. My eyes searched downtown Seattle. How long until I find a bar?

I was still coming down from my high, leading me to drink. Feeling th familiar burn of alcohol down my throat would be the only thing to soothe me. I had drank very lightly also ever since boxing. I used to be a horrible drinker.

Now I was going to do the thing I would most regret of tonight.

As I rounded a block, I finally spotted a bar alight with energy. Barging in, I took a seat at the counter, immediately ordering a drink.

Minutes later I was already feeling tipsy, slurring my words, and back to my old self. As it drifted further off of reality, one thing pierced my mind.

I had left Lucy there with Carter.

Fuck.

Notes

I know you all probably hate me right now, but I'm going to try to get back to updating every week.

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~lex~