Next chapter is the last one, and this story is over. I'll update the new sequel's prologue as an epilogue, just because I can XD

So, hope you enjoy this!

My dearest Laura, this is for you because you're so awesome like that lol.

Love!

XOXO

Odd.

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I walked away and didn´t turn around once to look back at him.

He probably didn´t turn to look at me either.

The only difference there was that I was dying to look. To see if he cared for my actions, if he wanted me back even when he couldn´t say it out loud, if he needed me as much as I knew I would need him when everything stopped twisting around inside my brain.

I was crying for him. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later because that was how things always worked in the whole world, but that didn´t mean I hated it any less. But things weren´t made to make life easier but to make it difficult and painful.

That was life, right?

And I wasn´t going to cry for that. Much less for a boy that clearly didn´t deserved it. I was going to stay strong and…

… and get drunk out of my mind, that is.

I cleaned my face with my hands, stopping the tears, and I started to run to the hotel. I was not really sure where I was and where the hotel was or even where the hell I was going to go, but I always knew my way pretty well and had a great sense of orientation that came from... outer place, for all that I knew…

At least that was what I thought. But when I looked up from the floor, I found myself in an avenue I didn´t know at all and an open typical Irish pub in the next block. It seemed like a sign of destiny. Maybe it was.

Maybe I'm lucky enough to find a Billy Elliot or his brother in here.

My decision was made pretty much even before I could think of it.

"Oy, lady. Are you ok?"

I looked up from the bar where I had sat waiting for the barman. He was looking at me with a concerned look in his eyes as he passed some drinks to the waitress. The pub wasn´t really that full, but the music was blasting. I loved that. That way I didn´t need to think. I couldn´t think.

"Tough night, huh?"

"You have no idea." I nodded. "Give me the strongest thing you have. And make it double."

"Sure, darling." He said with a wide smile, turning to make my drink. I didn´t even care what I was going to drink just as long as it was strong and it hit me hard. He came back not long after that and gave me a glass with a crystalline liquid inside. "Here you go. This will make you forget every single bad thing."

"Yeah, and hopefully also the fact that you don´t like me so I can try to chat you up again and get to know the pretty girl with the sad eyes." A different boy with curly blonde hair said as he sat next to me. I couldn´t help but laugh along with the barman.

"Hey, Elliot, you're not a lady killer!" The barman laughed. I looked at the blonde boy next to me and offered him a wide smile.

"First of all, I so don´t not like you. And second, you're Elliot!" I exclaimed, drinking half of my tall glass in one go. There was something good there, I knew it! He was my Billy Elliot!

"Wow, girl. Easy down. We have the whole night!"

"No, I want to get pissed out of my mind. And you won´t stop me." I demanded, starting to feel the alcohol running down my veins.

Elliot looked amused. "I wasn´t going to. Free will and all that shit, you know?"

"Good, then." I said, drinking the rest of my drink. "Hey!" I called for the barman and when he looked at me, I pointed at my empty glass. "I want another one, please!"

"She's getting drunk so she won´t hear you, you know?"

"Even when he hides it, Ryan loves me." Elliot said with a huge grin. By that time, the world had slowly started to move and distort up and down and to both sides.

"The love is clear." I laughed, as Ryan put the drink in front of me and I downed it in one go. After that one, I drank four more drinks, chatting with Elliot and even Ryan, when he wasn´t busy making drinks for other people. I wasn´t really sure about how things were going, really. Only thing I knew for sure was that I needed the alcohol and that I hated Harry.

Ugh… Harry motherchucker.

"One more please!" I slurred, trying to stand up to catch Ryan's attention, but loosing my balance. I didn´t fall to the floor only because Elliot grabbed me by the waist.

"Are you ok, Tallulah?" He asked concerned. I didn´t remember when I had told him my name, but since he wasn´t an alien I was sure I actually had. Not that I cared, really. The way he said my name was so…. Sexy.

I looked up to meet his beautiful green eyes.

How was it that saying?? A nail drives out another???

Maybe I should test it…

"You're sexy." I stated bluntly, putting my hands on his hair and starting to caress it. Softly, slowly, giving him shivers. Just like Harry liked i-...

Fuck!!

I didn´t think much after that, and I stood on my tiptoes to reach his face. Harry needed to be out of my mind. Now.

So I kissed him. Elliot, I mean, not Harry.

Elliot didn´t react fast enough, too surprised or shocked or disgusted or who knows what to do so. But slowly, after a good 20 seconds, he started to move his lips with mines, kissing me back.

That was all we needed.

His hands became desperate as they started to roam over my body and my lips started to kiss him as if my life depended on that. Elliot pushed me against the bar, grabbing my legs and putting them around his waist, and then grabbing me by the butt.

I'm not sure what happened after that, but when I opened my eyes –and actually remember what I saw- I was in a dark room I didn´t know. I didn´t even worried about getting raped. I wanted to forget Harry of my mind, of my body, of everything.

"This is Ryan's room. It's on top of the bar." Elliot said as we fall to the bed.

"Great." I accepted, grinning, kissing him again as he tore apart my top with almost desperation. I got rid of his clothes with the same haste, breaking many buttons of his shirt as I did so, but I was too occupied on him and the way he felt against my body, how his heat went perfectly well with my normally cold skin and the weather outside that come in through a small open window.

"Girl…" He muttered, pushing me to the bed, letting me be on top. It was a new thing for me. Normally, with Harry I would have to fight to get contr-…

Fuck!

I ordered myself to stop thinking about Harry, and to manage that, I threw myself with all my might to pleased Elliot. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow, I moved my hips against his and I passed my nails all over his chest. He groaned and moaned like he was supposed to.

But Harry was still in my mind. I couldn´t take him out no matter with how many Elliot-thoughts I filled in with.

He was still there, smiling smirking, frowning… Just being him.

The man I lov-… liked. The man I couldn´t easily forget.

"Elliot…" I whispered huskily, leaning toward him as my hand moved up and down his member, slowly, sensually. He nodded his attention to me, with his eyes closed. "A condom…" I finished, kissing him again. Elliot moved his hand blindly to the little table by the bed, opening a drawer and taking a condom. He opened it but I took it off of his hands to put it myself.

Except… I couldn´t even start to put it on.

Harry interrupted.

Did you miss me all this time we were apart?

I stopped halfway through it, completely astounded.

Harry's face was stuck in my mind and I couldn´t take it off no matter how much I tried. I was so angry. With him, with me, with Goldilocks.

I couldn't go on with Harry's face in my mind, and his amazing eyes and his kissable lips torturing me.

This was wrong in so many levels… I had fallen too deep, too bad. I wasn´t supposed to, but I was starting to suspect I actually had. Fallen for him, I mean.

I knew this was only going to bring me troubles and pain.

"Something's wrong?" Elliot asked, kissing my shoulder. I was too disgusted with myself so I pushed him away.

"Everything. I'm sorry." I blurted out, getting up from the bed and starting to pick up my clothes. He stared at me completely surprised, watching my every move.

"It's The Guy, right?" He asked, standing up and handing me one of my stockings. I nodded, not being able to look at him. I put my shorts on and my stockings, but I couldn´t manage to put on my top, it was a pretty impossible task for my intoxicated brain. I was growing frustrated, ready to tear it apart and just go naked, when Elliot grabbed my hands and took them away of my body. I looked at him surprised, and glaring a little. "I know I am going too far, but, it's he worth it? And I'm not saying it because I want to sleep with you…. Well, not only."

I smiled at that, as he helped me to put on my stupid top. "I'm not sure if he is." I sighed. "Actually, maybe I'm even sure he isn´t. But I'm not worth it, either. And I think I'm falling for him."

"So, it's a big problem then…" Elliot said as he pushed me to sit in the bed as he tied my boots. "I'm guessing he did something tonight, right?"

"…Yeah…"

"But it wasn´t that big of a deal to make you forget him or hate him so bad to want to hurt him by sleeping with another."

I nodded again. "Or maybe I'm just too stupid."

Or probably both…

"Or maybe you're just too stupid. I'll give you my opinion and it's only that. In my experience, when you can´t cheat on your partner, it's because there's something deep there. No matter if you're being dating for a year, a week, or just two days."

It seemed so clear when he said it like that. Like it was obvious.

I felt my cheeks heated up.

"Maybe you're right…. It was a stupid fight. Maybe I overreacted and he couldn´t back down just like I couldn´t… Maybe I should talk to him." I muttered more to myself than to Elliot. He, however, listened to me and guided me to the door.

"And if it doesn´t work out…. You know where the bar is." He grinned. We were down the stairs, in the corner next to the bar. Elliot grinned at me, and kissed my cheek. "Good luck, girl."

"Thanks, Billy. You're the best." I said waving at him. Then I turned around and started to run.

I wanted to reach the hotel as soon as possible. I needed to see Harry. I wanted to tell him I was stupid and maybe I was PMSing. I wanted him to know how greatly I cared for him. I wanted to kiss him and say I was sorry. I wanted to tell him everything, to be completely honest for once in my life and to show him how much I cared for once.

But it was difficult to know how to go back to the hotel when I wasn´t even sure where the bloody hell I was.

I was just running wildly. But oh so happily.

It was an exhilarating feeling.

So thrilling.

And somehow, after a lot of mindless running, I found my way to the hotel.

It was almost a miracle, actually.

… Or a curse, now that I think about it…

Anyway, I ran into the hotel, desperately, and didn´t even wait for the elevator, too excited to do so.

I ran up the stairs.

I ran to his room.

I needed to see him now.

I opened the door without knocking, decided to confront him and… explain. If I had time to think it over, if I had knocked, I would probably chicken out completely and that wasn´t good. I walked inside the suite. He wasn´t sharing it this time and the small living room was empty and dark. I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to hear anything else than my heart, but I should have.

It would have made my life a lot easier.

But I didn´t stop to listen or to turn on the lights and instead I went directly to Harry's bedroom.

I was never the kind of girly girl to carry with her salts and perfumes just in case and use gloves all the time and those stupid things. I have never fainted before, either.

But right then I thought that maybe that was how it felt to faint.

Feeling like the world was turned upside down too fast for you to follow, that the ground under your feet slowly disintegrated, that the air was too dense to breath in, and too white to see trough it, that the sounds had been drowned out of the world.

Like the world was about to end.

For real.

I was greeted with anything short from a porn movie going on over Harry's bed with him and a girl as the main stars.

It made me feel sick and I wanted to throw up.

My eyes filled with tears as I sadistically, morbidly and masochistically saw how my boyfriend –ex boyfriend? - fucked the living soul out of another girl. A blonde girl with a skinny body and almost no curves at all.

Imogen.

I was completely petrified.

Or at least I was until Harry looked up from Imogen's shoulder.

Right into my eyes.

"Oh, fuck." He muttered, stopping his movements instantly. And then everything came to me to hit me full force. The air, the light, the floor, the sound of blankets in contact with naked bodies, Gen's soft moan, Harry's hard breathing, the sound of they having sex still hanging in the air, the smell…

I was disgusted and I wanted to throw up.

"What's wrong, babe?" The slut asked with a husky sex voice.

And then I turned around and ran out of the place. Again.

I was crying.

The first time in my life I cared enough for someone to want to be completely honest and he… broke my heart. Just like that. Like it wasn´t even worth it.

I knew it was a bad idea to give someone, anyone, so much power over me to hurt me like this. I should have listened to my brain when it started yelling at me to…

"Stop!!"

Even when I hated myself for doing so, I did as I was told. I couldn´t help it.

When I reacted, half a second later, it was already too late, and Harry grabbed me by the arm.

"Let go." I demanded, but instead of doing that, he pushed me to the wall. "Let go!" I said louder.

"No, I won´t!" Harry yelled back at me, grabbing my arms and keeping me in place. He only had a sheet around his waist, dangerously sliding down. "Tallulah, I-"

"I don´t want to hear you and I don´t want you to touch me! You disgust me! I don´t want you near me ever again!" I said in hysterics, feeling the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I hated him. I truly, deeply, madly hated him.

"We broke up!" He exclaimed desperately.

I scoffed. "So that's your excuse? We broke up less than 20 hours ago and poor poor Harry needed comfort." I said with cruel mockery. "You're right, we're no longer a couple. I don´t know what you're doing here, then. Gennie's probably looking for you."

"Argh, Tallulah, that's not what I meant, you know it!"

"No, I don´t! I don´t know what you mean because A) I don´t care, B) it's clear I don´t know you at all, and C) you're sexually harassing me. So let me go before I start to scream." I said with a cold, calm voice that wasn´t really like me. "… You useless motherfucker."

Yeap.

That's more like it.

"You wanted to break up, Tallulah! Don´t blame me for that!"

"Well, I was angry! I wanted you to say I was acting stupid and that you didn´t care for Gen at all!!" I confessed without really wanting to. I blushed furiously, but there was no way of going back now. I ignored his more than surprise expression and went on with a bitter tone I couldn´t get rid of. "But I was clearly mistaken, right? You care a lot-"

"I don´t care for her, Lula! I… I drank too much and I… I…"

"You mixed us up?" I offered. "Yeah, because we're so much alike, starting with my red hair! At least tell me the truth, Harry. You already hurt me enough."

"I'm so sorry." He declared, moving closer to me.

"I don´t care."

"But I do, I am. I really am. I'm hating me right now."

"Good, then. That makes it two of us. But don´t worry. I'm sure Gen doesn´t hate you."

"For fucks sake! I don´t care for her!"

"So you fucked a girl you don't even care for?! Geez, Harry, that makes me feel so much better. Leave me alone." I demanded, trying to push him away. He didn´t move.

"I was drunk and I was angry at you and I wanted to hurt you just as much-…" He realized his words weren't the right ones when I pushed him away with all my might and sent him collapsing to the floor after tripping with his sheet. Harry was naked on the middle of an aisle on the hotel and all I could do was cry and think how much of a bastard he was.

"Guess what? You did an awesome job of hurting me." I snapped with hate in my voice. I was about to turned around, but stopped right before that. "You know? I was with this great guy, and I was about to shag him. But I thought of you. I thought that maybe there was a small possibility that I had fallen in love with you and that having sex with another man didn't have any sense at all when I could have you. Maybe it was better if I stayed with him. Maybe I'll go with him now!"

Harry stood up with a hurt expression in his eyes, naked as he was. "I'm sorry, Tallulah. You're the most important thing I ever had. I'm hating me for loosing you." He stated.

"Good."

"I think I've fallen for you too." Harry announced, using the present tense instead of the past as I had. That made me stop, but not enough to look at him.

"Well, maybe then you'll suffer as much as I am right now. Maybe you'll suffer knowing that the day I'll forgive you will be the day that Manolo Blahnik make a pair of heels especially for me and thinking only of me." I whispered. I'm not really sure why that sounded like a good idea at that time. Maybe I was too much of a Drama Queen to use the cliché phrase 'when hell freezes over'.

I started to walked away, but when he started to call after me and walked toward me trying to reach me, I couldn´t take it anymore.

And I did the only thing I could do in that situation.

I ran.

I ran away.

I wanted to disappear and run away. And be so far away so I wouldn´t listen to him, see him, or be able to think of him.

… But only far enough to make him miss me.