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Intoxicated.

O N E

Lifestyles of the rich and famous


Neon lights were hitting her skin perfectly as she sways to the beat of the loud music, she closed her eyes as she felt the beat of heart getting louder than the bass. Escape was the only thing she could think of. She heard someone call her name but everything was a blur, eyes fluttering and body numb. Blair felt like she was floating over the crowd, she smiled to herself as she threw her arms up in the air, feeling the flow of energy around her. To everyone's eyes in the room, she looked like a girl who was having the time of her life perhaps, some may even recognize her.

But Harry was not everyone; to him, she looked like an angel. A very lost, troubled, beautiful angel. He sat in their booth as he played the rim of his champagne glass along with his lips, devouring every move she made. The way her hips swayed to the music, her fingertips dancing through a sea of imaginary clouds, her hair; the way it cascades down to her bare back forming endless waves. He couldn't get enough. His eyes suddenly met hers and her wide smile, she was ushering him to dance with her. Calling out her nickname for him along with her audible laugh.

"HAZZA!"

Harry smiled from ear to ear and politely shook his head no. He clearly was not a dancer, Blair gave up and continued dancing with some girls who Harry was too busy to look at. Louis came back shortly carrying a small tray with shots.

"No, no, no." Harry pushed the tray away from him.

"C'mon man" Louis laughed, taking a shot glass and downing it in one go. Pulling out his tough as he felt the hot liquid run down his throat.

"I've had one too many"Harry finished his Scotch and placed the glass down,"and I'm driving" he added.

"If you say so..." Louis looked around their booth, searching for Blair. "Where is she?"
Harry sighed as he nods his head towards Blair's direction. Louis laughed as she twists and turned to the music, her bright smile lighting up more than the neon lights around them. She was full of energy, so real, so alive. Louis rubbed his hands together and started moving along with the beat, soon joining Blair on the dance floor. Throwing in a few gibberish words to express their highs.

Around 2 am Louis and Blair were passed out in the backseat as Harry drove out of the highway, on route to go to his place. God knows what each of their parents would say if they got home deadass drunk. Since Harry was the only one who has his own pad, he figured it was safer to bring them there.

"Lou wake the fuck up, help me carry Blair"Harry slapped Louis' cheek, which instantly became red.

"OW?!" Louis groaned as he shot straight up. Harry snickered and moved to the other side of the car.

They carried Blair up to Harry's guest room. Harry called his maid to get a fresh pair of pajamas and help Blair get out of her dress to get ready for bed. Carol went out and Harry came back in the room, tucking Blair in and kissed her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, angel," He whispered and closed the door quietly, careful not to wake her up. As Harry reached the living room, Louis was already passed out on the couch. Half of his body was drug down on the floor. Harry grabbed a marker from his study.

"Good luck waking up tomorrow, buddy," Harry laughed to himself as he drew a penis on Louis' face before heading to his own room.

Blair and Harry have been best friends before they met Louis. Harry's father was good friends with Blair's. Both of their fathers are one of the well-known men in the upper east side, they met at one of the parties Harry's father planned. It was the first party Harry ever went to, Blair found him in a corner hugging his knees, crying. After that they became inseparable, also finding out that they both attend the same school, they would spend recess, lunch and after school hours together.

Blair had many friends but they always befriend her because they want something from her or they get jealous of what she has, Harry was the first friend that stuck to her like glue, he never gave her a reason to doubt him, or to make her feel that he used her for something else. They were each other's safe haven. They met Louis in eighth grade, his family just moved from London to New York. Being a prankster and a ladies-man, Louis and Harry instantly clicked, Blair, came around after since she was more closed off than Harry. But eventually loving Louis as a brother as years go by.

When the three of them entered high school nothing changed except they all had their first take on relationships, they all decided that it was just a waste of time. Louis is a well-known womanizer, establishing a reputation towards a sea of women, some girls stay away from him but when he's determined he really gets what he wants. Nobody ever said no.

Blair heard one time from one of their classmates that Louis was a living proof of the term "guilty pleasure." Harry is still closed off and only chooses his conquests depending on his mood, but as he grew older his mind became more wicked than ever. After his mother died, Harry slept with some his father's younger mistresses because he wanted to get revenge on him. He had this facade that women gush about, he can make you fall for him with just one look. Blair had a few relationships too but none that lasted for more than 3 months, because she gets bored easily. She only had been in love once and it was a tragic ending for her, after that she made a promise to herself never to fall in love with anyone again.

Blair woke up with her head pounding, she groaned, the feeling getting much heavier the more she makes a move. She took a sip of water from her bedside table and went to the bathroom to freshen up. The cold water sent shocks to her face as she splashed it, waking her up instantly. Gently patting her face with a clean cotton towel she examined herself in the mirror, pleased to see that she was wearing Harry's pajamas. H.S. engraved to the small pocket on the right side, navy blue silk pair with pearl white lining. Her favorite and it smelt like him too.

As she went out of the guest room she can already hear the two boys bickering, Louis sounded angry while Harry's laughter filled the living room.

"What type of fucking marker did you use dickhead?!" Louis' angry voice boomed.

Blair laughed as she walked closer to her two foolish boys. Louis's head was leaned over the kitchen sink as Harry was trying to scrub his artwork off his face. Louis' face was already red from all the rubbing Harry did. She sat on the stool over the kitchen island while chuckling, Harry looked up and smiled.

"Good Morning," he said, dropping the cloth on the sink.

"Good Morning," Blair smiled, "I need Advil. My head is pounding" Blair slouched on the stool.

"Eat first," Harry replied and pushed her a plate of bacon and eggs. Louis was still rubbing his face as Harry and Blair ate, making fun of him while they're at it.

"Louis, are sure you still have all your features? Wouldn't want you losing that cute face"Blair joked, earning a scoff from Louis as he emerged from the sink. Face red but completely penis free.

"Finally," he sighed and sent a death glare towards Harry. "You better run asshole!" He added as he chased down Harry who was already running for his life, laughing.

"Can you two calm down for a sec? I have something to tell you" Blair said, sitting on the sofa.

Harry and Louis stopped in an instant and went to her side with a worried look on their faces.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant," Louis jokingly said wide-eyed. Blair sent him a death stare shutting him up instantly.

"Just spill it," Harry said, sounding bored.

"Nick is going to pick me up in about an hour so be nice," Blair warned, the two boys groaned in unison.

"I think he's going to introduce me to some of his friends tonight," Blair smiled from ear to ear as she clapped her hands together.

"Ugh, why are you still dating that douche-bag" Harry groaned, his face plastered with disgust.

"Yeah, a swan like you shouldn't even be associating with crows like him," Louis agreed.

"I'm a white heron, stupid." Blair snapped, "and I'm not asking for your opinion."

Both boys huffed and rolled their eyes while Blair remained smiling.

"Now, as your most responsible best friend. I expect you guys not to cause any trouble tonight." Blair rested both of her arms around the boys' shoulders.

"When did we ever?" Louis snickered.

"Yeah, you're the one to talk," Harry rolled his eyes and went straight to his room to get ready.

Blair got ready under 30 minutes, Harry's housekeeper was kind enough to wash her clothes from last night. All her clothes felt fresh and clean and as expected Nick showed up at Harry's doorstep a few minutes after.

"Behave and don't call me," Blair stared Harry and Louis before meeting Nick by the door.

"What's a white heron?" Harry asked out of nowhere, still looking at Blair who tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before opening the door.

"No idea man" Louis answered fairly quickly, also looking at Blair.

"Hey, Blair! Are you coming over tonight at the crash pad?! Who will make the cocktails if you're not there?!" He called out only to be replied with the door slamming.

"What does she see in him?" Louis turned to Harry scratching the back of his head.

"Leave her alone. Give it a week, she'll dump him first once she gets bored"Harry patted his shoulder and went back to the living room.

"Care to make a bet?" Louis laughed as they carried on with their day.

//

Harry walked into his father's house, despising everything he sees along the way. He never felt like it was his home, even if he lived here most of his life. To him, it felt suffocating, dark, silent, distant and lonely. Upon reaching the door of his father's study, he knocked twice before entering. William, his father, was sat behind his desk, as always; reading another piece of paper with his glasses sitting on the tip of his nose as he tilts the paper to get a better read.

"Ah, Harold," He spoke.

Harry sat on one of the cushions in front of his desk, with a scowl on his face, crossing his legs in a fashionable manner not even caring to say good morning to his father. William cleared his throat and closed the folder he was reading, taking his glasses off and straightening out his suit. He leaned back in his leather spin chair, looking at his son deadbeat in the eyes. Harry's eyes reminded him so much of Harry's mother.

"What do you want," Harry spoke, almost sounding monotone for the lack of enthusiasm that he had.

"I want you to attend the Harrington Charity Ball this Friday night. It would be nice if we all attend together" His father informed, his voice becoming more stern regarding how Harry was acting.

"You asked me to come all this way to tell me that I'm going to be your display son for one night?" Harry scoffed, "Gee dad, way to make me feel welcome in your family".

"Enough Harry," William sighed, "when are you going to stop this act of yours?" He continued.
Silence filled the room for a while, William felt guilt wash over him as he backtracks to what he just said. Harry wanted to get out of there, feeling suffocated with each word that comes out of his father's mouth.

"You are a part of this fam-"His father tried explaining but Harry cut him off.

"Why don't you ask your real son? I'm sure it would be more ideal, you don't have to act like you like him. "

This time it was Harry's turn to look his dad straight in the eye.

"Since he's not the illegitimate child, right? Father?"

Harry walked out of the study despite his father's protests. Taking out a cigarette from his pocket, placing it on his lips as he went to the driveway opening his car in a rush to get out of the premises. He searched for his lighter as he sped off the highway, tearing his eyes off the road for a split second. What Harry didn't saw was a girl crossing the road, he was a few feet away from her but had enough time to hit the brakes.

"SHIT!" He banged on the steering wheel as the car came to a full stop. Leaving a furious Harry in a Mercedes and a girl on the road scared for her life.

Notes

|| WELCOME MY BEAUTIFUL READERS ||





Comments

I despise Blair more with each chapter. She is absolutely loathsome. Harry is a fool to hurt Claire for that way for someone like Blair. They deserve each other at this point. I hope they are miserable together and that Claire finds someone much better.

Court529 Court529
11/11/18

I don't if the kiss even meant anything to Harry since he said he felt numb. I just don't think I like Blair.

LizzyM101 LizzyM101
8/27/18

I posted your review :) Love the new chapter

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
8/26/18

Dude you gottaa update!!!

JasperRenee JasperRenee
8/14/18

I do not like Blair.

Court529 Court529
6/23/18