VIII
My past weeks in Liverpool were kinda fun, even when the boys, and Maggie and Gioo, the ganging bastards, didn´t let me walk. Some shit about taking care of my poor leg. Mike was enjoying this too much, knowing how much I disliked to stay quiet.
The only reasons I survived were James and Harry. Now that I was sure (really, really sure) Harry wasn´t gay, I didn´t mind having him in my bed almost every night. When we weren´t in bed, he was… weird in a weird way, but I never really paid attention, because… Yeah, well, because I'm stupid.
Then there was James. He was great, making me laugh and joking with me and… TAKING ME IN HIS DELOREAN!!!! Can you believe it?!!! It was my dream since I was twelve!!!! A dream that had changed when I turned eighteen and now I wanted to shag a boy inside that car. But it was the same base. I loved that car and when I was little I had announced proudly that I would marry a boy with said car.
And somehow, I didn´t mind the boy been James. I felt something different with him. Something… nice, and good. And we hadn´t even kissed. That was like… the AWARD to weirdness when it came to me. I'm the kind of girl to get physical before getting sentimental. But I hadn´t made a move on James, just… I was just enjoying his friendship.
I enjoyed the first day they let me walk as a cripple enjoys his leg back, or something like that. From walking to the studio with Maggie and Gioo, to joking with the boys inside it, to going walking again, to dinner out that night. I loved every second of it because I was free again.
That night, Harry came to my bed again, but it was different. For the first time since we had started this, we didn´t really get laid. No, we were both too tired to do anything, and just slept together. I woke up feeling… well, weird, no matter how repetitive I'm sounding. I had Harry's arms around my waist, and mines were clutched to his chest. It was a really intimate situation, because, somehow, it had a different tint than any other of my boys. It seemed… well, intimate, as in I-can-trust-him-not-to-cheat-me intimate. And I had never, ever, trust a boy not to cheat on me. I was used to that, because I did it myself, and that was the perfect way to keep my relationships at bay, without the love crap.
So it was wrong (and weird, confusing, maddening) to be feeling that with Harry Judd, of all people. It would have even more sense if it was with Dougie, for example. But not with Harry. He looked like the kind of bad boy I was used to date and the kind of boy Mike and Fletch had forced me to promised them to stay away of.
And I didn´t want to move. That was worst. I wanted to have his arms around me for the whole day, not caring if I was dressed or not. It fucking scared me. It's not like I'm a commitment phobic, no. But I never had an actual relationship. I'm used to been cheated on, for example. I learned not to trust boys. They all suck. None of them deserved a second glance.
Except for James, maybe.
And… well, Harry seemed different too.
I almost jumped to the ceiling when Harry spoke. I had thought he was sleeping!
"Good morning, Cupcake." He said against the top of my head. It made me smiled sweetly. I NEVER smile sweetly at a boy I just fucked the last weeks almost daily! It's against the law or something, really!
…… I was freaking out.
"Good morning." I said nevertheless.
"It's being ages I didn´t sleep this well." Harry yawned, stretching and taking his arms away from me for a second. A second that made me missed them.
Ok, I'm officially about to blow out right now. I'm hoping for the AXE MURDERER sometime about… NOW…
But nothing came.
And Harry had his arms around me again as if it was the most normal thing to do.
"What time's it?" I asked, just to say something that would help my mind to stop freaking up.
Harry moved under me to reach for his mobile on my bed table. "14.00" He answered.
I nodded and cuddled against him. Yes, I was freaking up, but that didn´t mean I was a stupid about to miss an opportunity like this. HAH! "Good, then…" Until it reached me.
Oh, fuck.
"FUCK!" I exclaimed, getting up of the bed so fast I ended up on the floor in a very painful position, like a rag doll. Harry leant out of the edge of the bed to make sure I was ok, but he was trying to hold back his laughter. Bastard.
I didn´t give him time to react, I jumped back up and ran to the bathroom, closing the door and getting inside the shower without really caring. I yelped loudly when the water came out cold, but I soon arranged it to my liking.
I was so immerse in my own thoughts about what the hell I should wear, that I didn´t notice the door opening and someone sliding inside the shower with me. The feeling of a pair of hands taking the soap out of my grasp to lathering my back with it made me relaxed. Until I remembered soaps weren´t supposed to come with hands…
I turned around so fast to see who the hell it was (my brain doesn´t work well too early in the morning and never went through my mind who could be), I slipped on the wet floor and almost crashed my sorry naked ass on the floor.
Harry stopped me, but his hands slid over my skin because of the soap, and to gain balance again, he had to crashed against the wall, with me crashed against his perfectly perfect naked wet body.
I blinked fast. "I'm… sorry."
Harry laughed, helping me stood up. But he kept the null distance between us. "It's ok. Can I know why you wanted to leave me so fast?"
"I didn´t!" I exclaimed. "I… I have a date with Maggie and Gioo today, and they were going to wait for me in that pub at the end of the street exactly a quarter an hour ago."
"So… We have a quarter of an hour until they start to call you with threatening messages…" He trailed off, pushing me against the other wall and moving over me, with his hands at each side of me so I wouldn´t move.
"No, Harry. We don´t. I need to…"
………….
Ok, fine.
YOU try saying NO to a hot boy that's a sex god and it's showing you right there and then just how good his tongue skills are at the south of your body.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So I was ready to go exactly forty minutes after getting in the shower. I had at least thirty messages of the girl, and I called to them as I ran (yes, ran! I can´t even start to say how happy it felt to run) to the streets and to the pub where we were supposed to meet an hour ago.
Maggie stopped my profuse apologizes with a curt nod of her head and a smirk. "It's ok, girl. It's clear something stopped you."
"It's too clear, actually. Come here!" Gioo ordered, grabbing my arm and pushing me to the bathroom. "Boy, all of them are horny bastards! And I had to be in love with the gentleman…" She sighed.
Maggie, that had came with us a second later, laughed at that. "I bet you can change Tom into a horny dog if you want too. He loves you enough."
"Wait, so you have the good, nice, cute, funny, chivalrous boy of the four assholes, and you prefer a horny dog? I don´t understand you." I stated, as Gioo applied foundation to my neck and shoulders. And then it hit me. "Wait, wait, wait. What are you two implying with that?"
Maggie smirked. "That Giovanna here has the gentleman of the band."
"… Yeah, while you have Danny." I said, pushing the matter. Did they mean what I thought they did? Because it was so not like that.
"And Dougie has a liking for her too. And I know for a fact he's more horny than a French horn." Gioo added laughing.
"And?" I pressed.
Gioo tried to added something else, not really answering what I wanted them to say, but Maggie interrupted her. "We're saying you like Harry, and Harry likes you."
I was shocked. "What?"
"Yeah. Don´t try to deny it, because all this…" Gioo pointed toward my many hickeys on my body. "… has Harry's mark on it."
"I'm not going to denied I slept with him. Many times. But between that and actually liking him…"
"Does that mean you don´t like him?" Maggie looked confused.
"No. I mean… Of course I like him. I wouldn´t sleep with him if I didn´t. But I presume your meaning of liking it's a little different than my own. My meaning of liking doesn´t needs any romantic bent."
"Too bad, because I think you're seriously going to fall for him. Harry has that gift." Gioo stated, but it was hard to understand her because she was holding a hair clip on her mouth.
Maggie nodded. "Oh, I can see it in your eyes! It's going to be lovely." She said, with a British accent.
Even when I was glaring at them, I laughed at their antics. "He has a gift to get into girl's pants? That's what you meant? Or did you mean he has a gift to make stupid girls fall in love with him just for the kicks?"
"No!" Gioo exclaimed, but then thought it a little bit better. "Well… yeah, somehow." "He's a heartbreaker!" Maggie laughed.
"And how is that any good, huh? You want him to break my heart? Some friends you are." I pouted. I was having a lot of fun, really. Seeing how much I could infuriated them.
"Stop it, Tallulah! You're changing our words." Gioo complained.
I shook my head, pretending to be hurt. "Me? Gioo, you're hurting my feelings." I feigned to cry. "I'm just saying what you said but in a different order."
"Which changes the whole meaning!"
"And I don´t think I would fall in love with Harry." I commented like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like I would go and say hey! That's a pink elephant you have there! It's so cute!
Yeah, right.
Both girls stopped what they were doing to look at me.
"And why is that?" Maggie asked.
"Because I think I may be falling for James." I accepted, not really looking at them, and feeling my cheeks in heat. I was blushing.
Fuck.
I was not really the kind of girl to hide her feelings, I would much rather confront them. But between that and actually confessing them to the world…
Maggie squealed, hugging me. "Yes! I'm not going to be the only one!" she announced.
I was glad to see I wasn´t the only one that didn´t understand her.
"So. James, huh?" Gioo said, but she sounded a little off. Like she was disappointed it wasn´t Harry.
"Yes. I… happen to have a date tomorrow. With him. So I need a dress…" I said, a little shy.
Maggie squealed again. "I knew it was for a date! But I thought more along a Victoria's Secret shopping for Harry. It's cool nonetheless, James is cool." She said happily.
"Well. I guess it's ok too." Gioo pouted.
"Ok, I just told you two I was about to started trusting guys –and even when you can´t know just how shocking that is for me, I bet you can understand it's something pretty hard for anyone-, and that's what I get? Jeez." I said, not really mad, but it was fun to annoyed them.
Gioo smacked my shoulder, announcing I was ready. I could tell by the look on her eyes she wasn´t really sure about this. Not that I was. But… for someone like Gioo, used to good boys like Tom, it should have looked awfully bad to have this girl saying she may be in love with someone when she has her whole body covered in hickeys –even when she didn´t have sex, just to remained you- made for a different man.
We walked out of the bathroom, and once we were on the streets, Maggie called a cab, and we went toward the King Street area. I fell in love with that place, and I felt like a little girl in Christmas Town. Of course, my first destination was DKNY. I had been saving a lot of money with this job, because I didn´t have to actually pay for a lot of things and almost my whole salary was intact, so I could spare some money spending.
I was in cloud nine, really.
The girls were fun to shop with, and kept showing me dresses or skirts or shoes saying quirky things about them, like "I bet this one matches his boxers!" for a bright blue DKNY top, or "Surely this one would make stand out his eyes popping out when he sees you" for a very sexy Agent Provocateur bra. I laughed it off, but I wasn´t fully able to relax, for some strange reason. I was having a mental turmoil, and I wasn´t even sure why. It was like I knew something was about to happen, and I was building up tension and anticipation.
I did manage to have fun, despite that. I enjoyed the day, and when it ended, with a lot of bags and the three of us sitting on those comfortable seats in a pub, I wished it hadn't finished. But the feeling of satisfaction after some good shopping was too high to feel down.
We were having some drinks with some tacos, and when we finished, we headed back to the hotel.
Danny was starting to get mad, really, and when he saw Maggie, he ran to her as if he hadn't seen her in forever. She laughed, kissing him. Tom went to grabbed Gioo's bags, kissing her lips softly. And I was left with Harry.
He smirked to me. "So, I was saying. We should go clubbing today, celebrating your feet." He laughed, getting closer to me.
"That would be great! Especially when I have so much clothes now!" I said happily. Everyone accepted the idea as great, and almost four hours later, I was on my room with Maggie waiting for dear Gioo to be ready.
"Hey, can I ask you something without sounding like a stupid girl?" I said slowly.
Maggie smiled. "Shoot."
"Well… It's… there was anything between you and… Dougie? I don´t want to judge or anything! I was just… curious." I said with a short smile.
Maggie paled, looking away, and then blushed. "W-Well… I… I… Kinda." She finally admitted.
So I was right.
"But there's nothing on anymore, and Dougie now has… Shoot! I shouldn´t have told you that." She sighed, laughing a little. "He asked me to keep it cool. So please don´t put it in your book."
"You mean he has a girl, right? A pretty tall brunette girl that's supposedly Danny's friend or something?"
"His cousin."
"His cousin. Cool… Do you think I could get an interview?" I joked, laughing. "Maybe I could do some chapter about the boys and their loves…"
"Well, isn´t it pretty hard to write of yourself?" Maggie asked smirking.
"I don´t know what you're talking about."
"Harry, of course. If you write about their loves, then you should put it somewhere there you're sleeping with the guy."
"Ready!" Gioo announced, interrupting my last words, and Maggie stood up happily, ignoring my glares. We walked out of the room, right to the waiting boys and then right to the car.
"We're going clubbing. We're going cluubbing." I sang happily as we walked trough the parking lot toward the car. When I was little, my mom always told me I was a Macbeth witch reincarnate, and now I couldn´t disagree. I was, by the way I was jumping and dancing in my somewhat sluttish outfit by L.A.M.B.
I could feel almost everyone laughing at me, but I didn´t care at all. I was free to walk, AND USE HEELS!, and I was going out clubbing for the night. What else a young girl in Manchester could ask for? We didn´t even need to wait, and Danny got us in just like that. Oh, the life of the richest and famous…
I didn´t even care about the photographers.
Once we were inside, Maggie, Danny, Gioo, Tom, Mike, Fletch, and Harry went to the V.I.P. lounge while Dougie and I went right to the dancefloor. We danced maniacally for the first four songs or so, until he received a message. I smirked, and leaned to him to whispered a go, go, lover boy! That was actually a squeal because he wouldn´t have listened to me otherwise. Dougie blushed, and went to the door with a wink. And I was left alone.
A young boy about my age, really cute, approached me, dancing in my line of vision. I didn´t mind so I started dancing with him, grinding to him swaying my hips to the beat, and, basically… turning him on. I smirked to myself when I felt it, and accepted his offering of a drink. Who could say no to Bloody Mary, anyway?
When I got my drink in hand, somehow I lost the boy, but I only needed to finish my drink when another boy offered to pay me another one. And I got the next four Bloody's in the same fashion. When I finished my eighth, I was even more uninhibited than my normal self, and I had kissed seven boys already, completely randomly. Now, I was dancing with my number eight of the night, a lot more sexually than when I arrived. His hands were right on my butt, crashing me to him, and my arms were making its way under his shirt.
I had seen Maggie and Danny dancing near me sometime around my fourth (drink, not boy), and Gioo and Tom around the fifth (boy, not drink), but I didn´t have the slightest idea where the hell they –or anyone else- were right there.
I just enjoyed the feeling, of his body grinding with mine, of the world spinning around, of my head turning from side to side, of the music… of Harry's eyes on me when I turned to give boy number eight the privilege of my back.
Harry was standing near the bar with his eyes glued to my body, following every single move. He was closed to us, and when he noticed me noticing him, he moved his eyes to boy number eight, glaring at him. I giggled, at the same time I extended my arms and upper torso to him while boy #8 grabbed my hips to crashed me to his crotch. I didn´t mind.
Harry let me pushed him to me without any particular expression on his face except for hate. But I didn´t pay a lot of attention and started to moved again to the beat, with my chest against Harry's. He took his sweet time to accept my offering, and grabbed me possessively by the waist, pushing me to him. Boy #8 noticed it, and pushed me back to him.
I giggled, moving the rhythm and enjoying the night. Did I mention I was drunk as hell?
Somehow, I don´t know how, some time later –I'm not sure how long- I was sitting on the floor in a very unladylike position, while Harry and Boy #8 beat each other to a messy bloody pulp. It took me some time to understand what was going on, but when I did it, I stood up and ran to them, trying to stop them. Of course they didn´t listen to me, and kept making me jump to avoid their hits.
"Oh, come on!" I snapped once I slipped for the third time except this time I fell on top of a redhead boy sitting near the place where they were fighting. "Could you help me stopping these assholes?" I exclaimed. The redhead accept without a second thought when I offered him a little kiss on the lips, and with his help, I had Harry up on the V.I.P. before Security or any paparazzi could do any damage. I didn´t have the slightest idea where the hell Boy #8 was.
"You're stupid!" I snapped, walking (or trying to, since I kept slipping with the stupid floor) around the little cubicle where we were sitting.
"Shut up." He ordered.
"I don´t want to. Why did you hit him?" I asked curiously.
Harry glared at nothing in particular. "He's a bastard."
"And how would you know?"
"He wasn´t drunk."
"So what?"
"He was taking advantage of you because you clearly are."
"So?!" I snapped. I wasn´t seeing any sense in that at all.
"So I didn´t want him near you, ok?!! I don´t want anyone's hands on you apart from my owns!"
I sighed, not really paying attention to his words. "Too bad for you, Har. Stop acting like a child."
"Shut up." He interrupted my blabbering.
I didn´t listen to him, and instead I kneeled in front of him, grabbing his belt and undoing it, not really sure why. Then I grabbed the ER kit someone had left on the table, and took some gauze and alcohol, ready to disinfect his swollen lip and his split cheek.
Harry moved again when I did that, to grab my hands. "Nu-uh. You're not going near me with alcohol in your state." He said clearly. The only thing clear for me right there, actually.
"Don´t be stupid. You need to fix that." I stated, but instead of pointing to his cheek, I pointed to his crotch.
He laughed, petting my head. "And you're going to do that?"
"I wouldn´t mind. But your cheek is bleeding…" I pouted as my hands moved on their own to help him take his pants and boxer to his ankles. I licked my lips once I got him half naked in front of me, with a boner huger than Russia.
"Don´t care about my cheek, babe." He ordered, petting my head to move it slowly down to his crotch.
I obliged.
And didn´t stop until he came.
"You're amazing." He said, petting my head once more before grabbing me from my shoulders to take me to his face level, and then he kissed me.
I smirked once we broke apart, sliding his pants up and standing up. "Let's go dancing." I said.
We went down to the dance floor and started dancing, but somehow, when I turned to him after a while, he was gone. I blinked trying to remember if he had said or did something, but my brain was useless.
So I didn´t wait too much and with the first boy that offered me a Bloody Mary, I started grinding to the sound of Cobra Starship. His hands were quickly clutched to me hips, marking the moves he wanted me to do, sliding down and up again.
Until…
Someone else's arms went to my waist, taking me away of that boy. I loved those arms, I decided, wondering how good its finger could be.
"Get away!" Harry snapped behind me, and it took me exactly seventy seconds to realize the voice and the arm belonged to the same person.
"Leave her alone, you bastard. I was dancing with her!" the boy yelled back. Poor boy, he didn´t know when to stop.
"I don´t give a shit. She's mine!" Harry announced, and to make his words a statement, he kissed me fully on the lips, passionately, harshly, sexily…
"Asshole." The boy insulted with hatred.
Harry smirked. "With the girl. Learn not to mess with somebody else's belongings."
I turned to him a little dazed.
"I'm your slave." I announced.
And suddenly, in my brain… everything made sense.
Just to say that I swear to re-read this soon. Really. -.-