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Something To Live Up To

Quarenta e Cinco

I stoppped at the right pub and got inside completely blind. I wanted to see with my own eyes what was going on!
But it happens that I was not ready for what my eyes were about to see...
In the moment I entered I spotted a beautiful girl dancing up on the counter.

It was her.


She was dancing provocatively moving to the rythm and surrounded by horny man sheering, it was disgusting. A guy touched her bare leg. My hands formed fists as I walked to him but immediatly stop at her reaction. Instead of pushing him away, she smiled and whispered something in his ear.
She was not hurt or in danger, she was here because she wanted, she was actually enjoying herself! I felt like hitting myself with my own fist. I've been so stupid, worried like I've never been before.

"Harry I... What the hell?" Zayn appeared behind me, mouth hanging at the scene in front of us. "Why is she up in the counter." I just shook as words could not articulate in my head.

She kept dancing unaware of my presence or whatsoever. One thing Niall was right, she's drunk. But it does not justify her atittude.
The same guy kissed her knee when she rocked her hips down to his level, pleasure spread across his face.

"That's enough!" Louis walked past through me completely pissed. He took everyone out of way reaching her in two seconds. "C'mon Mia, let's go." He pushed her out of the counter placing her in his shoulder. She kept giggling against his back completely wasted. Why? That's the only question I have, why is she doing this.

Louis and Zayn helped getting in the back of the car as I drove us all back to the house.
On the way home we stopped at a little shop to feed her something and pratically throw cafe down her throat.
As we got into the garage she became more aware of herself and started recognizing us.

"Harry?" She said. I merely looked to the rearview mirror meeting her eyes. She was confused I could tell, how could I have possibly find her, that's what she's thinking.
I however didn't answer.
The boys helped her climbing out and led her inside the flat but she could already walk by her feet without any help.

"Mia!" Relieved voices greeted when I opened the door. Everyone was still there waiting to see her. I merely stood there, arms crossed watching the scene like an outsider. They all asked if she was okay whilst Dani and El squished her between their arms as Perrie stroke her hair.

"I'm okay guys." She said every single time, smiling reassurantly at everyone. I let her talk to everyone, giving her the space she needed to soak everything down till she was ready to explain what happened back then.
Her eyes met mine after shorts minutes and she stared at me frowning. I couldn't say wheter she was guilty or merely confused.
Useless to say everyone noticed our intense gaze and immediatly silence dominated the room.

"Please leave us alone." I spoke for the first time since I got to the club.

No one dared to say anything, just nodded and left quietly.
I kept holding against the wall waiting for her to say anything but no, she merely stared back for what felt like ages.

"I should sleep." She broke the silence turning to the stairs.

"That's it? I should sleep? That's all you have to say to me?" I said fighting my anger back. I was so mad at her, she had no idea.

"Just say it." She sighed heavily.

"I don't understand you." I broke down. "I spent the most terrifying hours of my life fucking worried about you and when I find the only thing you say is 'I should sleep'? Are you serious? Tell me please because I honestly don't understand." I laughed sarcastically.

"Don't yell at me." She hissed.

"I do. I have all the right to yell at you after everything you put me through!"

"And what you put me through does not count?"

"What have I put you through? Are you talking about the picture? That has an explanation and if you were mature enough to understand not everything you see is real all this shit was unecessary!" I tossed not containing my madness.

"Oh now I'm the imature one? Seriously Harry? What are you gonna say next, the photo is photoshop? Find a better excuse." She rolled her eyes rebeldious.

"God Mia, stop it!" I punched the wall angrily making her jump.

"No you stop it." She said after recomposing herself. "I was just having fun like you did, I don't understand why are you so mad!"

"Why an I so mad? Why am I so mad... Maybe because you left without any explanation for hours, I was fucking preoccupied and then when I finally see you you have a thousand man touching you and worst, you let them! You did let them!"

"I only retributed what you did to me." She tossed crossing her arms. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So all this was just to hurt me?" she merely looked down. "Answer me!" I shouted.

"You hurt me first." She said.



Mia's POV

"You hurt me first." I said.

"I can't believe you did all this just because you thought I cheated on you." Harry yelled like never before. Never had I seen him like that. The bags under his eyes showed how much exhausted he was, his hair pointing in every direction and his eyes burning completely neurotic. "If I wanted to cheat on you I'd more careful don't you think? Do you think I'm really that stupid?"

"Clearly I'm the stupid one." I rolled my eyes. I was not really sure what I was saying with all the alcohol still buzzing in my head but it was clearly pissing Harry even more at every word.

"I can't do this right now. I might regret something in the morning. Go to sleep." He said with a very demanding voice.

"But I.."

"Just go Mia." He shouted turning his back to me.

I swallowed hard and tried to walk upstairs praying not to fall.
Luckily I found Harry's room and stripped my clothes on the way to the bed not even bothering to do anything else but throw myself in the bed.
I knew it was only the beggining and an extremely long morning awaited me but right now I couldn't think staright and it helped a lot my sleep as I driffed off seconds after.


-


"It was all my fault." I heard whispers relatively close to me causing me to wake up.

"Don't El. Stop martyring yourself." The other voice spoke quietly. I pretended I was still sleeping allowing me to understand the conversation next to me.

"Did you see how Harry react yesterday? I've never seen him like that, he was completely insane!" I recognized El's voice. She was talking about Harry.
That's when realisation came to me, small flashes of the pub and then a lot of yelling in Harry's flat. I just couldn't make the connection of how I ended up in the house. It was probably him.

"I know, he looked completely neurotic. He was really worried about Mia." The one I thought was Danielle replied. They were talking about me too.

"And mad. We could hear the yelling on the elevator. But I don't think she remembers much about it. She was clearly drunk." El whispered.

"I don't understand why she did this. It doesn't seem like her, she's not like that."

"Yeah and that was all unecessary because we know... God Louis." I loud noise made me jump and wince to the pain that caused in my head. So everyone noticed I was already awake.

"Good morning." I felt the bed sinking. Counting to three I opened my eyes, not sure if I was ready to face the music.

"Hey." My greeting was followed by a groan as the bright light pointed directly to my eyes. It hurts! Really bad.

"How are you feeling?" El handed me a glass of water making me sit more properly in the bed. I shrugged not sure if I could speak.

"You had a really bad behavior last night Mia." Louis intervened carefully. I studied his expressions for a few moments trying to understand if he was mad at me too

"Harry?" Was the only thing I said.

"He's downstairs." Dani stroke my hair sitting on the bed next to me and El as Louis remained close to the door keeping some distance obviously standing out for his bestfriend.

"Do you wanna see him?" El asked nervous.

"No." I said immediatly. I didn't know what to tell him, I was still mad and very confused. I remember him telling me the picture was real but not like that or... I don't know. Either way he lied. "He was mean to me."

"Of course what did you expect? You left for God's sake. He was almost ripping his hair off because of you!" Louis threw his arms in the air. So I guess he's mad too.

"Mia I'm sorry, that photo was..."

"Eleanor!" Louis cut her off. "That's not up to you to say. That's between Mia and Harry. You've done enough." El swallowed and nodded heavily agreeing with her boyfriend.

"We should leave you to take a shower. You look a mess honey." Dani eyed me worriedly. I probably looked a lot worse than expected.

"Just come down whenever you feel ready." El smiled with her lips and left behind the others.

I stood up carefully feeling really dizzy. I guess that's what they call hangover. I didn't even bothered to look in the mirror otherwise I'd probably be scared by my looks, Insted I turned on the hot water climbing in shortly after.
I stayed long enough making sure the hot water removed the make up, the dirty and the alcohol which resulted in a long hour inside the bath.
When I felt clean enough I got out of the shower and dressed some of Harry's sweatshirts.



It had his pretty strong smell causing my stomach to twist. It brings back so many memories, good memories.
But no, I was hurt and not ready to talk to him, not now.
I sat back on the bed, legs pushed to my stomach. I placed my head in my arms resting on my knees.
It didn't work, the enxiety was getting worse and worse.
I needed to end this or I won't be able to do anything else.
It was time to man up and face the music. Or face the Harry to be more precise.

Notes

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Comments

@malik_gurl
Thank you!! I'm not very happy with this fic actually because I wrote it a while ago and it has toooons of mistakes like spelling and all so in the aspect I think the sequel is better and I hope you like it, I've received a lot of positive comments on the sequel... :)
Yeah, Portuguese! Yes I'm portuguese from Portugal that's the reason why it has so many errors like I told you above. x

So i just finished this fan fiction and i absolutly love it!!! <3 nobody absolutly nobody can or will change my mind about that and i am very happy you are making a sequal becuase that was a major cliff hanger!!!! Anyways i really pove this story and i am very glad you wrote it! And i have one question: do you speak porgougeuse? (And sorry if i spelt it wrong)

ohw,i didn't c that part

@crushingonniall
This story is no longer updated, only the sequel.. ;)
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please update...