XII

I flinched.

I hated this.

…Then again, why the hell did I decided on a corset, huh? It sucked. And I couldn´t breath. It was like… Chinese torture.

Too bad the dress made me look incredibly gorgeous. God bless Narciso Rodriguez and friends who know him.

You're probably wondering where the hell I am.

Well… three blind guesses.

Number one: In bed with Josh Hartnett.

Nope. Although I wouldn't mind him. At all. So if you know him….

…And I would probably not have my clothes on if it was him. Right?

Number two: Shopping.

Nope. Who would go shopping with a Narciso Rodriguez dress? And a corset?! Who in their right mind indeed?

…. Not that I am on my right mind, anyway….

Ok, back to the point. Last but not least…

Number three: My cousin's wedding.

Ding ding ding!! Correct!!

You're good!

And the Wicked Witch is dead, but that's a different story. Or song, or whatever.

Let me explain something, ok?

As he had promised, Mike had got me the lovely dress. As James had promised, he was there like my boyfriend. And as Fletch had promised, the boys had two days off so they could tag along. Why, I don´t exactly know. It made me feel nervouser. Does that word even exist? Well, that's how confused the whole thing made me felt.

"Hey, are you ok?" James whispered on my ear, taking me out of my reverie. Who could not like him when he looked seriously concerned asking you that and he was not trying to peak down at your cleavage?

I nodded with a fake smile on my lips seeing as we were entering the church. "Not really." I whispered back. I felt like I had to tell him the truth somehow. I don´t know why.

"Want to sit down?"

"No, don´t worry."

I had survived talking to all my family and introducing my super-cute super-sexy super-famous boyfriend and dealing with everyone's nasty glares about my wonderful white dress. So I could probably survive to just walking some meters under my ex friends and my ex boyfriend's friends and the slut of my cousin's friends' murdering glares. I could feel their stares on me, gossiping and looking me up and down. In any other situation, I would probably have enjoyed it. Not now.

I had to suppress a smirk at their stunned glances, anyway. James, however, didn´t contain himself, and leaned toward me once we were sitting in the row across the aisle, with the Mcfly boys, Fletch, Mike, Gioo, Maggie and Dougie's friend, Alisha. My grandparents had moved earth and sky when I told them I was going to the wedding so I wouldn´t be alone and…. Wait. Now that I think about it….. My granny was very capable of talking to Mike and Fletch herself to make them all come.

I love my grandparents. They rock!

I smiled softly when I realized that, if I was alone, I would have probably… I don´t know, done something really OOC and start crying, or something weird like that.

"Now, babe, I really can´t understand why you used to hang out with them." James said in a supposedly hushed voice that clearly reached the ears of the stupid people around us. Harry – who was sitting next to me by some magic strength called Mikey the Stupid Cupid- smirked sadistically. He knew the whole story, because I had told it to him just before the wedding. Harry didn´t talk to me after that, and I knew now he was planning something. He was mad at me for not telling him "something that important," and I really didn´t know why I felt that way too, because it didn´t have any logic.

I smiled sweetly. "When you live inside an H&M, you can´t really see the difference between handmade and Narciso Rodriguez. They wouldn´t appreciate the art of a genius. I can´t tell a genius what color to paint his masterpiece." I smirked with a tone that was pretending to be falsely apologetically, looking directly to Sheila Waltz, my cousin's best friend, who used to be my friend too, as cliché as it is. I know I can sound mean, but I was feeling confident, having two gorgeous boys next to me and a wonderful dress on. A wonderful white dress on that was probably ten times more beautiful than the bride's one.

As the music started to sound, everyone got to their positions, and the bridesmaids started to walk down the aisle. Some minutes later, the bride appeared, looking as gorgeous as ever. But her princess-like dress had nothing on my Narciso's. And that only made me feel better. Stronger.

Emily looked amazing in a white dress, with blue roses on her long blonde hair and a bouquet of blue flowers on her hand. She walked as if she ruled the world, until her eyes stopped on me a second. I was probably like a giant neon green dot in a black page, with my white dress, rivaling with hers. Emile glared at me with hate, and I just smiled politely, crossing my legs, and leaning to kiss James on the cheek. When I did that, I felt a hand sneaking around my waist, stopping right up my butt, invisible to the eyes of everyone around me but very consistent for me.

Harry's hand felt warm against my body, and it immediately relaxed me, as I sat back. He didn´t move his hand, as James grabbed my other hand on his.

"See? This is going great." He said in a low voice.

I nodded, starting to feel sick as the couple said their vows. It shouldn´t have, but it annoyed me to no end that he had the nerve to charm my family once he was done with me. He didn´t deserve to be liked by them, and one would think everyone would suppose he could do the same to Emily. But no, in the Chesterfield—Callhoum-McKoy household, everyone knew Emily was the good one, the one everything came as she wanted it to.

I was the redhead.

With the gorgeous legs. Emily could never pull a short dress like I could, and that was enough to make me happy.

I decided to zone off during the ceremony, and when I took notice, we were right in the middle on the party in a salon in an apart table. The bitch had done that on purpose.

"Want some, miss?" The young waiter offered me his tray of champagne, and I looked at it a little dazed.

"No, actually. I want a Bloody Marie. Could you do that for me?" I smiled my sweetest smile.

"Anything for you." The boy smirked, turning around.

"Hey, don´t flirt with my girl!" James complained. He had gone dancing with Maggie, and now he sat next to me. I smiled sweetly.

Ok. I was going to have a ball. Free drink and food, right? Hell yeah.

The first Bloody Marie was drank and enjoyed, and soon came two Margaritas, one Tequila Sunrise, and one Blueberry Tequila. Harry was the only one who drank like me because James had drove some of us in, and the rest were just enjoying the party without the necessity of getting plastered to cope. Harry had accepted to drink after fifteen minutes of a drunken moi begging.

And now he was worst than me.

…Which is saying a lot, because I lost count of how much I was drinking after the fourth or fifth tequila.

I was dancing with James to the sound of Akon's Belly dancer Bananza, when Harry approached us and started dancing with me. If it wasn´t because I already have a dirty mind without the help of Tequila, I would have said that was the first time I had thought of having a threesome with them. But I can tell that was the first time I really thought about doing it. It was so sexy having them both to myself. I loved it.

It felt easy to move between them, like there was nothing else in the world but their bodies and mine. We danced for a couple of songs, until a stumbling Harry announced he was off to get some drinks.

That was when I realized, somehow, we ended next to the couple, and Emily had the cheek to actually talk to us.

"So, Nico, I can tell you work your way good, huh?" Emily said with venom.

Now before you get too confuse, Nico's my second name. My full name is Tallulah Nico Aubrey Callhoum McKoy, thank you very much. Emily always called me Nico, saying that, since it was a boys name in Spanish, it suited me better than Tallulah. She didn´t have the slightest idea who Nico actually was, but I wasn´t going to hold it against her.

Nope.

… Not really.

Stupid cow…

"Excuse me. Are you talking to my girlfriend?" James interrupted. Emily's voice changed completely when she heard him.

"Oh, it's such a pleasure to meet you! I'm, like, your biggest fan. It was such a shame Busted broke up." She said, as if I didn´t even exist.

Oh!

It took me some moments, but I finally remembered. In my completely obsessed state –plus drunk- I couldn´t remember things correctly. The slut was Busted's fan. I had never really liked them that much, especially because she liked them, but now… I didn´t mind.

"Thanks." James said coldly, not paying her any attention and making a show of it that even in my state I noticed.

Emily didn´t even notice. "It would be so amazing if you could… sing a song for us. Please? As a wedding gift?"

I was about to say good bye to James, supposing he was going to accept –you know, press and all…. And the fact everyone liked Emily better than me always and I never could get rid of that-, but he shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm only here because Tallulah here still thinks all of you deserve her time." James stated.

And just as he said that, Harry appeared next to me, pointing with his finger to the asshole of my ex. He was visibly drunk, but so was I. So what?

"You're the mother fucker that cheated on her?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" the boy said, taking a step back. He wasn´t the bravest. I snickered. Coward!

"Yes, you are! You're an asshole. I really don´t know why you did that. Especially not for an insipid blonde." Harry stated.

I giggled.

"You know what?" James said, pushing both Harry and me a little behind, sensing some trouble on our way. "Thank you."

Emily glared at me. "Why?"

"For ruining everything you had with her. Congratulations, by the way. Cross your fingers, thought, darling." James said to Emily, flashing his cutest smile. "Maybe he won´t do the same to you." He said, pushing me and Harry toward the table. But I stopped before going to far.

I turned to glare at my cousin. "Just so you know, Nico was the singer for one of the best CDs EVER and the gorgeousest model EVER! But you're an uncultured bitch that never really heard The Velvet Underground." I stated, pointing at her. James snickered as Harry laughed out loud, and we walked away, stopping next to our now empty table, where we weren´t in sight of the rest of the party. See ho much of a bitch she was? I'm sure she even told them to keep the good things in the central part of the room. The slut.

"Mate, that was great!" Harry exclaimed, patting James' back.

He grinned. "You gave me the start."

I smiled, and put my arms around both of their necks. "Thank you so much! You're the best." I announced as they hugged me. If I have to admit it now…. Well, my words kinda slurred…

But that wasn´t important.

Because, suddenly, I felt my face wetting, and I realized I was crying. Actually crying.

Did I mention I was drunk?

Because I was. I couldn´t even think clear.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" James asked, tilting my face up with a finger under my chin. I looked at him and shrugged, not letting them go.

"I-I d-don´t-t k-know." I said softly, closing my eyes. I felt Harry's hand on my waist, moving slowly until it was touching my skin on my back. I could practically hear his smirk.

"Want us to make it better?" He said sensually, as he started to nib my earlobe.

I didn´t open my eyes. I was afraid it was all a dream.

James answered immediately, following his game. "Want us to kiss it better?" He asked, as he slowly licked my lower lip.

"Want me to touch you here?" Harry asked, sliding his hand down toward my bum, and then, slowly, toward my groin.

"Or here?" James added, with his hand over one of my breasts. I was starting to breath harder and harder, biting my lips.

"Want us to go to a room?" Harry offered when his lips reached my shoulder after he started kissing my neck.

That time, I nodded.

Come on. Could you really have said no to them?

I would have accepted even if I wasn´t drunk as hell and feeling rejected.

Looking back, I don´t have the slightest idea how we managed to climb to the elevator, mark a room, actually get off in that room, opening the door, and end up in the bed.

But we did it.

… Although, we lost our clothes on the way there, but I'm pretty sure that was what we wanted since the beginning.

The worst part was that… between kissing them and touching them and licking them… I fall asleep.

I must have, because when I opened my eyes, I was facing a bright sun shining inside, and an urge to throw up. But I couldn´t move, because I had arms around my waist, keeping me where I was. I tried to fight them down, but I was never known for my strength. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I squealed.

Loud.

Both boys jumped off of me, and I ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, and leaning over the toilet. I threw up all the contents of my stomach and more, for at least fifteen minutes. I would never understand why I drunk so much when the morning after was awful.

Just thinking of that made my heart ache, and I wasn´t even talking about the threesome with…

Fuck it.

I looked up from the toilet, to found James kneeled behind me, keeping my hair out of the way, and Harry sitting next to me, with his back against the wall and his eyes closed.

"Better?" James wondered, letting my hair go.

I nodded slowly, checking them up. Ok, great washboard stomach… hot arms… nice chest… boxers! I turned to Harry, to get a similar sight. He grinned.

"Enjoying the view?"

I didn´t even answer as a new retch came to me, forcing me to lean again over the toilet.

"Am I that ugly?" Harry laughed.

"Yes." I muttered putting my head over my arms on the toilet. "My head's spinning." I announced.

"Mine too." James stated, with his hands on my hair again.

Ok… I should ask… If they had their boxers on, that could only mean one thing, right? That they got dressed to come for me? Or that we didn´t have sex.

"Hm…" I started. I was not sure what to say, seeing that I was kinda falling in love with both. "About yesterday…"

James understood quickly what I meant, and shook his head. "We didn´t do anything that I can remember." He said cheekily. He didn´t even have the decency to blush. Boys these days…

"I do remember an amazing blowjob, though…" Harry said thoughtfully. I smacked his arm, and he just grinned. "But it wasn't yours. I bet you're even better."

"Of course." I said laughing. I tied my hair on top of my head with the ribbon I had in my wrist, looking at the floor. Somehow, it was amazing the fact I didn´t feel uncomfortable with James and Harry almost naked in the bathroom with me. "What time's it?" I wondered, moving up to the washbasin, and cleaning my face, the song of High School Musical sounding inside my head.

Summertime! It's our vacation! What time is it? Party time!

"Almost noon." James stated, looking at his watch. I nodded.

"Ok. I'm going to have a shower, and you two… are going to do whatever you want." I stated, standing up and opening the door for them. I didn´t even care I was naked from my waist up.

James grinned. "Whatever we want?" Harry laughed.

"Yes." I stated, smiling sensually. "Out of the bathroom." I added, pushing them both out and closing the door.

Ok, that was good.

I jumped inside the shower, forcing every kind of worrying thoughts out of my mind. That was the best way of dealing with them. If I need to get worried, I would do it when I was needed to, and not before. And now, everything was wonderful.

Oh, yes. I'm fine. Everything's just wonderful. I'm having the time of my life.

I washed my hair carefully, and when I was done, I stayed under the shower until it turned cold. Showers were always a soothing thing for me, and I preferred a shower than a bubbles bath. And it was best when it was cold, because it was like rain.

And I loved the rain.

And to sing, I always loved to sing.

I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again.

I grabbed a towel and dried my hair, I put another around my body, and I turned on the blow drier. I was still singing when someone opened the door, and dancing too, so as I was doing my fantastic line with an almost grand jétè –the bathroom was too little to do a full jump-, I slipped with the wet floor and the cable of the blow drier and prolonged the last syllable of the Why do I get up each morning and start? Into a full out yelled of surprise as I pictured myself in a very painful situation in the floor.

However, Harry caught me before that.

But regrettably, now he was fully clothed.

"Girl, weren't you supposed to be hang over?" He asked, his hands firm on my hips.

"Nope. Once I throw up and have a shower, I'm perfect." I smiled.

"Good. I think we should get going. Mike and Fletch are going to freak out." He said, pressing me closer to him, sliding one of his hands to my butt. His grip wasn´t gentle, but I didn´t mind. It was sexy.

Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle. Was it a Mecca Dobber or a betting pencil? Oh, that's a slag. The best you ever had, the best you ever had…

"Tallulah, you're scary. You know that?" Harry asked, but I didn´t really pay attention to his words because he slam me against the wall and licked my cheek.

"I'm just… singing." I stated, looking in his eyes.

Oh, god.

He was pissed. Really pissed. He didn´t seem mad when we were all in the bathroom, but now that we were alone, he showed it. Or maybe I had just realized. I hadn´t really looked at his face before…. And by the way…

"Where's James?" I asked, unable to look away now.

Bloody hell, why did I say that?! Why I couldn´t ask other things?!

His eyes flamed with anger. "He left. His cousin called him." Harry asked with measured voice, calm, polite, cold, and… scary.

"Oh. Good." I said, trying to smile.

Harry grabbed me by my upper arms, pushing me out of the bathroom. "Good?"

"Yeah." I said. Ok, my feared had a short life. Now, I was starting to get pissed. "Good." I retaliated.

Harry glared at me, pushing me harshly to the bed. He didn´t let me say anything, when he kissed me forcefully, showing dominance, power and strength. Of course, me being me, I didn´t want to let him have it so I kissed him back with just the same force, trying to win him over.

It was just a matter of math that the next minute my towel was on the desk and his clothes all around the floor.

Have you ever had angry sex?

Well, if you didn´t, then you have to know that it's the best thing in the universe. Maybe it's just me and my kinky brain, but it was just amazing, so emotional, so full of feeling, of hate, and passion, and lust. Poetry in motion of the best kind.

I leaned over the desk panting as he let his weight over me a little so he wouldn't crush me. We were both breathless after trying almost every single spot in the room to fuck each other's brains out. I had bruises that would probably last at least a month –being a redhead and all- and he had his back and chest completely scratched with my nails; he even had a small cut in his cheek, and his lips were swollen. Like mine.

"I'm guessing I'm not one of your favorite persons in the world right now." He said. Those were the first words muttered in the room in the last two hours. Harry bit hard my shoulder before letting me speak.

I winced, and instead of answering, I moved my hips against his groin, and then I pushed him off of me. I walked around the room gathering my clothes. "I'm just wondering how I'm going explain this." I said pointing to a bright red and purple hickey in the little space between my collarbones.

"No one would care." Harry stated, helping me with the clasp of my bra.

"You're wrong. Everyone will notice and I know Mike can´t keep his mouth close." I complained.

"You had sex. Big deal."

"It is, because the only person I could have sex with is you, Harry. James already left. I can´t have sex with you because I'm working for you or with you or whatever. It's unethical. And I can get fired. And everyone it's going to annoyed the hell out of me because I fucked the popstar and I would be a groupie."

"Then…" He inhaled deeply and averted his eyes from me, sliding his hands to my stomach along with the dress, pressing me to him. "You can say you were fucking your boyfriend."

That took me by surprise. Did he…? Was he trying to…?

I stared at him in his reflection on the mirror in front of me.

Oh, bloody hell. He was sincere. He really meant it.

So I did the only thing I could find reasonable.

I laughed. Hard.

Harry just kept staring at me across the mirror.

I kept laughing, pushing him apart from me and fixing my dress.

"You're joking, right?" I laughed. It was the stupidest thing ever.

"No." He said coldly.

"Oh." I stopped completely, and I didn´t know what to do or say anymore. So I just kept grabbing my things, and putting on my fishnets and my heels.

"Tallulah." He stopped me when I grabbed my purse. I turned to look at him, at the verge of tears.

That was wrong. He wasn´t supposed to say something. He wasn´t supposed to ask me to be official. "Can you bloody answer?" He pressed. His fingers were leaving a red mark that was going to turn into a bruise sooner rather than later.

"Harry…" I said. But I didn´t know what the hell to say. So I muttered the only words that my brain kept repeating over and over and over. "I'm sorry."

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Here you go, another chapter. Kinda weird chapter, I know, but hopefully it won´t scare you away XD

My FF is still not working well, so anything wrong, blame it on him ¬¬ Ok, ok, not ANYTHING, must most of it XD.

Love!!

XOXO

Odd.