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Love Don't Die

Chapter 13

Hands still shaking, I got back into my car and started to drive. I mindlessly put my foot on the gas as I drove past countless buildings and streets. Was I going to lose all my friends because of my stupid mistake? It’s not like I knew any of this was going to happen. I was trying to save myself, and instead I hurt the others around me. I was a monster. Why didn’t I see this coming? I should never have gotten myself in this situation. I needed an escape.

When my foot finally hit the brake, I found myself in front of Harry’s.

I walked right in without knocking. I was sleeping with this motherfucker practically every night, so I had the right to just waltz in. I heard men laughing in the basement, and made my way down the elaborate staircase to one of the many rooms in Harry’s home. When I got to the theatre-esque room, I saw the TV was turned to a music station and Tyga was blasting from the surround sound. My eyes finally found Harry and his mates, and my eyes grew wide as I saw what exactly they were laughing at. Harry, Zoro, and Neiman were sitting on a couch against the far wall, gathered around a chestnut end table. They were huddled together, each shirtless and sweating, as if the room was twenty degrees hotter than it actually was. Harry’s tattoos were shining on his skin, and he ran his fingers through his hair as he pulled something out of the back pocket of his ripped, black skinny jeans. More than ten little white lines were formed across the surface, and in front of each of them was five shot glasses full of amber liquid. Harry used his Black AmEx to carefully ensure each crystal was in his line, and then stuck a hundred pound note up his right nostril as he held his left one closed with his index finger. I gawked on as he swiftly moved across the powder, looking up and sniffling once he was finished to make sure he got it all. One by one they did this, until the last of them had snorted a line. Then each took a shot of the alcohol, and I saw the now empty bottle of Patron underneath the table. They laughed as the drugs and alcohol began to take effect, but before they could do another Harry looked up and saw me. His eyes were already red and glazed over, but even in his inebriated state he got up to greet me.

“Toni, love! I’ve missed you.” He grabbed my waist and held my body close to his, the sweat from his forehead dripping down onto me. I was so turned on that I pulled his hair and slammed my lips against his, tasting the tequila. He gripped my ass with his large hands and pushed his hips into me as we wrestled tongues, our heavy breaths echoing throughout the room. I became lost in his presence, not wanting to be anywhere else. Fuck the Bones. Fuck Matt for leaving me. Fuck everyone. All I needed was this...all I needed was Harry. I felt his hand leave my bum and he moved away to break the kiss.

“Fuck off, Niall! Not my fault you can’t close,” Harry yelled at his friend while he laughed. The blond idiot must have said something while we were occupied. I waved at the lads and followed Harry back to the couch, sitting at first next to him until he picked me up and put me on his lap.

“You want one, babe?” he asked me as he reached around my body to sort another line. I simply nodded as he handed me the note after cleaning off his second line. I followed the same form as Harry and inhaled the powder. I cringed as the chemicals burned my throat, but kept sucking in to make sure I didn’t waste a grain. Smiling, Harry gave me one of the shots and clinked glasses with me as he downed his. Doing the same, I could already begin to feel my body relax. This was just what I needed.

After two more lines and four shots of Hennessy (Nick found a bottle in his bag), everything started to become blurry. I laughed with Harry and his friends as they attempted to rap along with the music, and even held arm wrestling contests; Harry kicking each of their asses. I laughed and danced around the room with the bottle of whiskey in my hands. Zach started cheering for a strip tease, and against my better judgment, I began to take off my jumper and jeans. But just as my hand found the clasp to my bra, Harry picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“Tosser! I wanna get naked!” I giggled as he carried me into the bathroom adjacent to our little party. I heard the other two boys moan in protest before Harry closed the door behind us. He sat me on the toilet seat and knelt so we would be eye-level.

“I don’t like you acting like that in front of them,” he remarked as I saw the anger in his eyes.

“Jealous are we?” I asked while running my fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. He grabbed my wrists and held them against his chest.

“The only one you should be getting naked for is me.” I felt the heat run through my body as his eyes never left my own. He kept a firm grasp on my wrists, and I watched as the little sweat droplets fell from his brow.

“Well. What are you going to do about it?” I asked breathlessly. And with that he hoisted me up and threw my against the shower glass. Kissing down my body, he threw off the rest of my clothes and pushed our bodies hard into the smooth surface. I eyed his entire being as he unbuttoned his jeans, and took them off just enough so that his hard-on was free. I ran my hands down his back and dug my nails into his bum as he forced himself into me.

Whether it was the drugs or just his presence, I felt so amazing. Harry never failed in making me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I moaned as he continued to push in and out of me, my stomach starting to clench. As I felt my legs jiggle I screamed out his name in ecstasy, collapsing onto his body as he finished himself. He gently let my body back down onto the floor, but my legs were still so weak I fell into a heaped mess.

“Baby! Are you okay?” He lifted me back up but I just started to laugh.

“I need a shower, baby,” I emphasized on the last word, remembering how pissed I was when he called me it the first time. Biting my nose, he turned on the water and put me inside.

“I’ll be back for you soon.” He kissed me once more and closed the glass door so I could shower in peace. I watched through the glass as he pulled up his jeans and left the room.

After much longer than I should have taken, I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large, beige towel. My clothes were still lying on the floor of the theatre room, and as I picked them up I saw three faggots appear in the doorway.

Dressed in fucking black-tie, Harry came strutting into the room along with his two asshole mates. They pretended to smile for non-existent cameras and sign autographs for people that were not present. Harry came towards me and gave me a hug.

“Toni! So glad to see you could make it to the premiere.” He kissed both of my cheeks like we were French or something.

“Premiere? Oh I’m sorry did we magically travel to Hollywood? Fuck, I forgot my ball gown in the pumpkin carriage.” I rolled my eyes and began to put on my clothes. He covered my mouth with his large hand and brought his mouth to my ear.

“We’re reliving memories, Toni. While you were in the shower we were reminiscing about all the good times and decided to re-enact our movie premiere,” he whispered, and then stood straight again, “don’t we look dashing?” He smiled that cheeky smile and I pinched his cheeks.

“Marvelous, darling!” I held him away from me and looked him up and down, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw his shoes. On his feet were atrocious sparkly boots that looked as if my fairy godmother had gotten sick on them. I looked from the shoes to his eyes and back again, a disgusted look on my face. He noticed and immediately defended himself.

“What? They’re Yves Saint Laurent!” He pouted, but I just shook my head and began to walk away. As I made my way towards Bonnie and Clyde still signing alien autographs, two more faggots appeared in the stairwell. One looked like Frank Sinatra straight out of the Rat Pack itself. His hair was slicked back and his beard was the perfect length. The other was much smaller, probably shorter than Nelson. His hair was a bit longer and messy, and he had practically as many tattoos as Harry. I watched as they took in the scene surrounding them.

“Really? Cocaine? Are you fucking kidding me?” the small one remarked as he saw the remnants on the table. His voice seemed too high for all the ink adorning his being. Don Corleone just shook his head softly and started to clean up. I stood back as all the men started to argue, and I put two and two together and figured these new guys were also part of Harry’s band. I found the bottle of Hennessy in the corner, and took three swigs before Grumpy or Dopey or whoever came towards me.

“Hi, love. What’s your name?” He didn’t stick out his hand, he just looked at me blankly.

“Toni.” I replied, placing the bottle back on the ground.

“Toni? That’s a boy’s name.” He challenged, staring me in the eyes.

“And you have a girl’s voice,” I challenged right back. Who did he think he was?

“I’m Louis,” he said, this time sticking out his hand.

“Louise?”

“Louis.”

“Lois?”

“Louis.”

“Lewis?”

“I like you.” He put his hand back down and smiled at me. I smiled back, but not too big. I was still trying to figure out his game.

“Louis! When did you get here?” Nigel slurred as he walked over and gave his mate a hug. Even being shitfaced myself, I could still smell the stench of alcohol on him. I’m guessing Leonardo smelled it too, because he started clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright listen up you shits. Harry had a big day today and needs his rest, so Liam and I will take you home,” he said despite the protests being thrown around. Harry had a big day? What the fuck did that mean? But before I could ask Napoleon turned towards me, “did you drive here, love?” I simply nodded as he devised a plan.

“Okay, I’ll take Toni home in her car and Liam you follow me in Niall’s. That way she doesn’t have to come back for her car later.” Everyone agreed while I silently protested in my head. Fuck going home.

After kissing Harry goodbye, I followed Lars to my Mini. I still wanted to know what he meant by Harry having a busy day. Wouldn’t they all have? He said he was going to work, and obviously they all worked together. If you called singing to screaming twelve year-olds work.

The car ride was fairly silent at first. I was still ticked I had to go home, and I’m sure Mr. Grumpypants was not happy he had to take care of four inebriated wankers. I watched him as he drove, and found he was oddly attractive to me. His blue eyes stood out among his other features, and I found myself curious of the meaning of all his tattoos. Even though he was shorter than Harry, he still had muscles. He was lean, and I’m guessing he was good at football. But there was just something about him that I couldn’t quite get…oh.

“I want to introduce you to my friend,” I said finally realizing the key fact I was missing.

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Well my friend’s a guy.”

“I’m going to stop talking to you now.” He got a pissed-off look on his face but continued to drive to my flat. Oops, guess I didn’t have a very accurate gaydar. The next five minutes were silent as requested, but that was broken when we finally reached my flat.

“Here we are! And of course Liam is not behind me because he drives like a grandma,” Lancelot huffed, putting my car in park and crossing his arms over his chest. He then looked at my building though the windshield and smirked, “this is a pretty fancy flat. How much did it cost?”

“Almost a million pounds. But that’s okay because my parents are rich and throw money at me to hide the fact that they are indeed shitty parents.” I didn’t know why I was telling him all of this. He just had that face.

“Isn’t that lovely. Do you have any siblings?” he laughed.

“A younger brother. He’s still in college. What about you?”

“Four younger sisters.” His eyes grew wide as he said it.

“Is that why you’re so feminine?”

“No that’s all the gay sex.” He turned to face me and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He joined in, too, and I decided I liked him.

“So how’s Some Detention doing?”

“I’m sorry what?” He looked at me as if I was speaking Russian.

“Some Detention! You’re band?” Jesus was he on drugs, too?

“Oh, right. Some Detention is doing wonderful. We’re on our fourth platinum album now.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard one of your songs.”

“Really? Well ten quid says if I turn on the radio one will be playing.” He turned it on but had to seek through a few stations before finding one of their songs. I didn’t even know my radio worked. “You have to have heard this! It’s rather old.” I listened to the lyrics about dancing and being up at night and singing and I was so lost.

“Is this about sex?”

“Congratulations. You’ve figured out the secret to One Direction.”

“What’s my prize?”

“Spending ten more minutes in the car with me until Liam gets his ass over here.”

“Fuck I’m so happy I might cry.” He laughed at my joke and playfully hit me in the shoulder.

“Do you like being famous?” I asked bluntly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know…don’t you talk to Harry about this sort of thing?”

“No. Harry and I mostly just have sex.”

“Really? I am shocked.” This time I hit him in the shoulder.

“But seriously tell me. Whenever I try to bring anything up Harry changes the subject. What do you guys do when he goes to work all the time?” He looked at me as I spoke but this time with concern in his eyes. It took him a few breaths before he answered.

“Do you have a telly?”

“Yeah but I don’t know how to use it.”

“Well, first learn how to use it. Then when it’s working tune to Channel 8. That should show you what exactly we do.” I nodded but was still confused. Why did I need to watch it on television when he could just tell me right here?

Before our conversation could continue, a dark grey Range Rover pulled up next to us. Lamar started waving to us as Nate and Zander were passed out in the back. I hopped out of the car as I noticed my new friend had already turned it off and was walking towards his recovery vehicle.

“Have a great day, Toni. And don’t lose that charm of yours. I like it.” He kissed my cheek and gave me a quick hug.

“Thanks, Louis. See you around.” I saw the look of shock spread across his face before he smiled at me. I waved to the losers in the car and made my way back home.

When I opened the door I was surprised to see Rusty cooking eggs in the kitchen.

“Toni! How are you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” She wrapped me in a hug and I held her tight.

“I’m good, just pretty fucked. Can you get me a glass of water?” I sat on the couch as she laughed and walked over to the fridge. When she brought me the glass I drank nearly all of it and put it on the end table. I noticed the remotes and stared at them blankly. “Um, Rust, do you know how to turn on the television?” She laughed and picked up one of the five remotes.

“Yes, silly. It’s not that hard.” She turned it on and I asked her to tune to Channel 8. She did as she was told and then left the couch to continue cooking. I stared at the screen as a bunch of celebrity images passed by, none of them looking familiar. Just as I was about to give up, I saw Harry appear. He was wearing the same clothes he was this morning, but he was accompanied by a blonde. She was tall with fake boobs and a huge smile on her face. I grabbed the remote and miraculously increased the volume so I could hear what was happening.

Earlier today Harry Styles and Playboy model girlfriend Kate Upton were seen leaving Kate’s London hotel to grab lunch earlier today. Witnesses say the two were seen kissing and getting cozy as they enjoyed Kate’s stay in London. The supermodel is in town for only a few short days as she makes her way to the magazine’s Swimsuit Edition location this year: New Delhi, India. Harry is so happy, sources say, and he wants to spend as much time with Kate as possible.” I turned off the TV before I threw the remote at it. Was this some sort of fucking dream?

“Rusty!” I yelled, “Can you bring me your laptop?” Thank God Derek gave her his old laptop when his work gifted him a new one. Now we actually had a way to connect with the world.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she handed me the heavy device. I opened it and quickly searched for Harry and this slut. Hundreds of articles popped up. Escapades in London, LA, New York…they were everywhere. I searched for the oldest article and saw it was dated six months ago. That’s longer than Harry had been seeing me.

“Oh my fucking God…” I mumbled as I clicked through countless images.

“Toni? Who is that?” Rusty sounded worried. I cannot believe this. After everything…he was seeing someone else. No wonder he never talked about his fame…then it would slip out that he was dating some fame-hungry, huge-tit bimbo. I slammed the laptop closed and looked at Rusty with hurt and anger in my eyes.

“I need you to drive me to Harry’s. Now.” She reluctantly nodded and I got up to give her my keys.

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