Who Are You

Back at the club

Lucy's POV


Everything was too loud as I started to come back. My hand reached up to my forehead, wiping off the sweat there.

I took in my surroundings while trying to sit up.

Layla was standing over me with a panic-stricken face, Carter was on the floor whilst blood dripped from his nose, and the rest of our group was yelling frantically.

Where was Harry?

"Lucy! How do you feel?" Layla questioned me as Perrie shoved a glass of water in my face.

I couldn't focus so instead of answering the question I took a huge gulp of water.

"Where's Harry?" my voice came out whiny and I hated it.

Layla's face scrunched up in worry. She looked at Lance but he shrugged his shoulders signaling he didn't know where Harry had gone.

It seemed as if Harry was always running away from things, or maybe just me.

Suddenly I was on my feet and charging for the door. Adrenaline coursed through me now. Why does he think he can just do things like this and leave a big mess. I needed to find him and put him in his place.
As I pushed myself out the doors I could hear Layla yelling for me, but I didn't care. I quickly hailed myself a taxi, and got in before she could follow me.

I told the driver to just drive, I sure as hell had no idea where I was going.

We had been driving around for at least a half hour, and I could tell the driver was getting annoyed. It also just hit me that I had come running after Harry and left poor Carter behind. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Harry needed me more right now.

There wasn't much I could do, I had no idea where Harry would be. It hurt me a little that even though we've known each other for awhile, I barely knew him.

I didn't know where he would go, the directions to his apartment, or who may have picked him up.
A couple blocks later the cab slowed down and parked at a corner. The driver said I needed to get out and find someone else to drive me around. I wasn't mad, I just paid him and got out.

Great. Now I'm on the opposite side of the city with barely any money left or way to get home. My feet were aching from dancing earlier and I just needed a rest. I started walking and as I rounded the corner I was dropped off at, a dim bar light caught my attention.

A drink would sure calm my nerves and maybe I could sort out the mess of thoughts in my head.
When I entered, a strong mix of alcohol and smoke invaded my nose making me cough. There wasn't a lot of people around. A group of older people in the front were laughing away.

I made my way to the bar and took a seat on a stool. After ordering a beer my attention turned to the other half of the place.

Seated not even three seats away from me was the last person I expected to see here.

He was passed out over the bar with his curly locks of hair out of place. Only a couple bottles were scattered around him, but it didn't surprise me. Harry never had more than one drink since I met him, so it wouldn't take much to knock him out.

Suddenly all the anger from earlier was washed away and replaced with worry.

What's he doing here?

I left my untouched beer where it was and rushed over to him. Gently I shook his shoulder, earning a sick groan from him. His eyes creaked open and were void of any emotion.

Soon I had called Layla and told her to come get us. Getting Harry up was hard, he was way taller than me and definitely built. While I helped him to the exit I heard him mumbling.

"Shouldn't you be with Carter? I think I'm gonna puke," his raspy voice continued on.

It would've been funny if I wasn't still pissed at him and we weren't at this awkward stage in our, um relationship. Finally we got outside and Layla pulled up with Lance a few minutes later. We all got loaded into the car.

Harry fell asleep soon and somehow ended up lying across my lap. My fingers weaved through his soft curls while his head rested on me. When we arrived at Harry's Lance got out and dragged him inside.

"Lucy..." Layla's concerned tone set in.

I know she wants to talk about what happened but I'm so exhausted and don't even know what to think of it myself.

"Can we talk about all of this tomorrow? I just need some time to think it over," I quietly begged my friend.
She nodded her head in understanding and Lance came back to the car.

Just as we were about to leave, I noticed Harry's phone was on his seat. It must've fallen from his pocket. I told the couple I would bring it in and convinced them I could walk home, I didn't live that far away anyways.

I entered the apartment slowly, I had never been inside and it was new to me.

The sleek designs and polished floors told me that Harry must be doing well on his own. I crossed the entryway and ventured into the rest of the house.

His living room was barely decorated and held no trace of warmth. I continued on to the hallway and opened the first door. Inside was a king bed and to the side of it a glass wall overlooking the city. His whole apartment was cold and dark, reminding me of the way he was when I met him.

I admired the view before taking in the rest of the room. Harry was draped across his bed and snoring lightly, I was surprised he hadn't puked yet. Carefully I set his phone on a dark wooden dresser and began to leave.

"Lucy?" Harry's deep voice rattled through me.

I turned around to face him but kept my head down.

"I-I-I was just bringing you your phone. I'll leave now," I told him while trying to get out the door.

He probably doesn't want me here anyways.

"No, please stay," he replied sincerely.

Something in the way he asked made me want to. It felt like he needed me.

Hastily I went to join him on the bed. He surprised me by bringing the covers over us and pulling me to him. I knew he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for the alcohol in his system, but I didn't care.

Who knows if this will be the last time we are together?

With that thought I snuggled closer against him.

As I drifted off into sleep my mind began to fill with more thoughts.

Most of all I was amazed that even after all that's happened we have ended up here.




I was sleeping peacefully, my head smothered in my warm pillow with my arms underneath it. Then a creaking noise woke me. I wiped my eyes sleepily and sat up on my queen bed. A cool wind was blowing in from outside, I had forgotten to close my window.

My feet reached off the bed and touched the hardwood floor beneath them. Just as I made the motion to stand up, a dark figure came out from the shadows and stood beside my window.

With a dry mouth, I couldn't get a scream out.

"Listen to me, if you make one noise, you're dead," the stranger threatened me. My eyes trailed to the gun he had pointed in my direction.

Suddenly tears were springing in my eyes and I was shaking with fear.

He came over to me and forced himself onto the bed. His hands were groping my body as tears streamed down my face. His filthy hands began to work up my leg, but someone burst through the door.
It was my older brother, Tom.

"Tom!" I yelled out in panic as he stood there taking in the scene.

It was too late though, the stranger had fired the gun and Tom fell to the ground. I barely noticed the man crawling off of me and escaping back out of the window.

My body was paralyzed. I didn't move, I didn't scream. Tom's lifeless body lied on the ground, blood pouring out from his head where the bullet had entered.

I didn't even react when my parents stormed into my room with their bed robes on.

A strangled cry escaped my mother's lips and my father fell to his knees. His old hands wrapped around Tom's body and brought the body close to him.

My mother's eyes locked with mine and she saw the gun lying on the bed next to me.

Her venom filled voice was full of hate as she spoke.

"What have you done?"





"LUCY! Wake up! Lucy please!" Harry's frantic tone bellowed to me.

I shot up from the mattress, finally awake from my horrible nightmare. I was too hot and a sticky sweat hung on the covers of Harry's bed.

Harry was beside me with wide eyes. Dark rings were present around them too, from all the drinking. His large hand cupped my chin gently.

"You were having a bad dream," he told me. If only he knew how bad.

"I-I know. It was awful Harry," my voice cracked at the end.

"Tell me," he demanded while comforting me.

Shaking my head as an answer, I told him I can't.

Harry leaned back a little, forcing us to make eye contact.

"Lucy, I want to know these things about you. You never tell me anything. Let me get to know you," Harry said with a frustrated expression upon his face.

What? He doesn't know ME? He's the mysterious one who I know almost nothing about!

"Don't you dare Harry! You have been giving me mixed signals from day one! Don't expect me to open up to you fully when you have been ignoring me this whole week!" I kept ranting to him.

"I haven't been ignoring you!" he's standing up now and pacing around the room, "I-I um I was just."

"See you have been! And then the shit you did last night was the last straw!" Anger seethed from me as we kept yelling at each other.

"If it's the last straw then what are you doing in my bed?" Harry questioned me.

With my hands balled at my sides I strode out of his room and kept going. I could hear him following me, but I needed to get out of here. He overwhelmed me too much. Who was he to try and accuse me of all this?

I was steps from the door but Harry caught ahold of my small wrist and twisted me around.

"Why did you dance with Carter?" More questions tumbled from his mouth.

Out of all the things that have happened, that's what he's worried about?

"I can dance with whoever I want," I answered while putting my hand on my hip.

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" He asked while pulling me closer.

Crap. He got me. I bit down on my lip and forced myself to look into his eye before responding.

"It wouldn't matter because you shot me down the other day at the gym."

A frown appeared on his face but quickly disappeared.

"So you were trying to make me jealous! I knew it," he spoke while licking his lips, "well it worked."
His admittance that he had been jealous shocked me, but I had no time to react.

Suddenly Harry had shoved me against the wall by the door and pressed his lips to mine. Despite the fact I was still pissed off at him, I melted into our kiss.

All of our emotions from the past few days were being exchanged right now. His hot tongue pushed past my lips, making me moan softly. Harry's hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling them up and around his waist.

I looked down to see us entwined, and was surprised to see the huge bulge in his pants.

"See how hard I am for you? You do this to me," he whispered in my ear.

Oh my god, I was going crazy. Moans left my mouth as Harry grinded himself down on me.

Wait, what the hell am I doing?

My small arms pushed Harry back, but he barely budged. His wild eyes looked at me curiously.

"What is this Harry? I mean, what are we?" I asked him.

Honestly I was scared of his answer. I know he doesn't date and I didn't know if I trusted him enough yet. After all he did just beat up Carter and we were arguing minutes ago.

Harry backed up, allowing my legs to fall down to the floor. His hands raked through his hair nervously before he answered me.

"I-I don't know. I guess we are dating?"

What. The. Fuck.

Notes

I know you probably hate me. It took me three months to update. At first I got really busy, and then I judt didn't want to write. I kept making up excuses and I'm sorry, but at least I came back!

I won't be updating as often as I used to, but I hope about every few weeks. If I decide to take a long break I'll let you know first.

Thanks and please comment and vote! Love you all.

~lex~