III
If there was something I quite dislike, was having completely pissed men trying to chat me up. Not only for the nuisance itself, but also because I had to take care my brother didn´t confuse it with a love declaration or something worst.
Besides, I had it more than clear that they only came to me for my brother. I wasn´t that pretty.
"So…" Said a tacky boy in white jeans and a light color shirt, leaning toward me. Lori had abandoned me as soon as James asked her to dance, and the boys were in the VIP. I wasn´t really that into the VIP section, because I felt even less pretty with all those supermodels and Girls Aloud around. "Did you come alone?" The man asked, grinning at his double meaning.
I winced. "I'm not dating anybody. The only boyfriend I have right now is my music. It's that interesting." I said. And that's how uninteresting you are.
The boy laughed too loudly. "You're funny." He stated. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"So people could serve us peanuts? You'd better stick with the money." I said. He looked at me confused, not understanding a thing. I only laughed. I loved to toy like that with people annoying me, and I loved to quote things completely randomly.
"That's a yes?"
"That's a get your hands and eyes out of her because she's with me." Someone said from behind me, putting an arm around my shoulders, and liking my cheek slowly.
The boy in front of me flinched. "Sorry, mate. Didn´t have a clue." He said, before storming off. The arm around my shoulders stayed there, and I looked up to see David Williams' bright blue eyes. I almost shivered.
This was no good.
No good at all.
"Still in need of a White Knight to save you, I see." He said in my ear.
I shook my head. "I had it under control, David." This was too Montagues and Capulets for my liking. Besides… even when James never told me exactly what had happened with Son of Dork, I knew there was something there.
A cat, probably.
One killed by curiosity, knowing me.
"Sure you did." David smirked, putting his cheek against the top of my head and hugging me closer. "And what's that David stuff, huh? Not more Dave?" He laughed.
"Ugh, let me go. I was great getting bored by myself." I stated, pushing him off of me from his waist. Of course, it didn´t make much.
"Let me buy you a drink." David said, without really waiting for a reply as he leaned over the bar and ordered two Watermelon Daiquiris. He paid for the drinks, and offered one to me. I accepted it only because Watermelon Daiquiri was the best thing in my life.
"You got me a drink, so now you can go." I said, trying to move under his arm, to no avail. He held me where I was.
"Lily, we used to be so close. Remember?" He said with a deliberate inflection in his voice.
Of course I did. He was… well, my almost first. I had stopped him before actually getting really dirty, or he had backed off… I didn´t remember. But I did remember lying naked on the bed of his hotel room hearing his soft snoring as his arms were around my waist. It was a weird night.
"I don´t like to remember that, David. Please let me go before my brother get's all Paris on your butt."
David laughed. "He won´t, I promise. And we're not going to do anything more besides dancing."
I sighed. Once upon a time, in a land far away –northern England, to be precise- Dave Williams and Little Princess Bourne were on a tour of her brother's and Dave's band. She was just the young girl the boys saw as either a pet or a little sister or both. Except for one. And that was Dave. Little Princess Bourne developed the biggest crush on Dave Williams without really wanting to, and in a ball, she drank too much Milk –not like the one of A Clockwork Orange- and she felt dizzy and weird and not like her at all. So she went to Dave Williams and, just like that, kissed him.
Little Princess Bourne was shocked when he responded to the kiss with heart and soul, and she soon found herself against a wall in a dark and little corridor, with his body pressed to hers. Dave Williams kept kissing her, as he confessed his undenying attraction for her, and explained the reason for his not telling it to her was her brother.
After that night, everything changed for Little Princess Bourne and Dave Williams. They took every opportunity to see each other in secret, and Little Princess Bourne ended up falling deeply in love for him. The problem was… Dave didn´t. Or, in a better choice of words, he didn´t tell her how he felt. It was maddening for Little Princess Bourne.
And so the story continued, with some X-rated scenes and a lot of make out and secret notes and secret hand-holdings. Until one day, Dave Williams did something awful and practically disappeared of Little Princess Bourne's life.
The worst part was… she still felt something for him.
So she couldn´t just say no and tell him to stick the dancing up his arse.
And that's why I found myself with his hands in the edge of my skirt and mines on his neck, drawing random patterns, slowly, sensually, as I knew he liked it. We were close; I could even feel his heart beating against my chest. Dave had made it his personal goal for the night to get us completely pissed, and was succeeding greatly. I had already had three daiquiris and one tequila, while his alcohol consumption doubled mine.
"I missed you." He confessed in my ear, licking my earlobe softly. I shivered, remembering just how much I loved his touch.
"I missed you too. But I'm used to that, you know?" I said bitterly. "It's the bad part of having befriended your brother's friends. Only a few are worth it."
Dave winced, opening his eyes, and he stopped moving. "You're telling I'm not worth it." It wasn´t a question, which was a great thing because I didn´t want to answer it.
"I'm just saying what usually happens. Everyone loves me, everyone is great friends with me or love me like a sister… until they find a reason to fight with my brother. And then disappear from my life." I confessed. The alcohol was giving me the strength to say things like that. Things I always felt but never felt like telling.
"Lindsay, I didn´t disappear from your life!" Dave complained. "I tried to talk to you, and you just shut me out of your life. I did take the first step, but you, my darling, you took the rest."
I glared at him, even when he was right. But that was my way of dealing with things when I wasn´t allowed to have a bat near me. I shut people out of my life so when they'd take the decision of actually leaving me, it wouldn't hurt that much.
"I didn´t do a great job, right? You're here."
"Can't we be friends?"
"I… I don´t know."
"I want you." He blurted out.
"Great way you have of showing it, Dave, really."
"I know you want me too."
"You're so vain. You walked into the party like you were walking into a yacht. Leave me alone."
"Lindsay, you're doing it again!"
"What? Wanting you?" I snorted. That didn´t have much sense in my confused mind.
"Can we discuss this, Lindsay? Like two grown up people?"
"Puh-lease. I'm no grown up." I stated, and then I giggled. "You had me several years ago when I was still quite naïve. You said we made such a pretty pair. What do you think about that now, huh? Go do a pretty pair with someone else who cares."
"You're infuriating!"
"And damn proud!"
With that, I stormed off like any dramatic girl would do in a Venezuelan soap opera. Except I tripped over a boy and almost fell to the floor. Pretending to be as cool as they come, I started to dance sexily with him, trying to show Dave just how much he had missed.
Between that and the next two martinis, I danced with a variety of boys, but I didn´t remember the face of any of them. I didn´t care, I just wanted to dance and dance and… dance. Dougie found me dancing with a blonde tall boy, a little too sexy for my brother's liking, and he took me up to the VIP.
I giggled stupidly all the way up.
"Linds, how much did you drink?" He asked, helping me sit on one of the sofas. I caught a glimpse of Tom and a girl near us, and Danny, Harry, Steve and Aaron daring each other to drink something that looked disgusting.
"What's that?" I asked, tilting my head to see. But in doing so, the only thing I got was me almost falling off the chair. I snickered. "Whoops?"
"Linds, tell me. How much did you drink?" Dougie pressed, grabbing my shoulders.
"Hum?... A lot?" I offered, giggling when my eyes made contact with his. "You're pretty, Doug." I grinned. Dougie laughed.
"That's not usually something you say to a man. But, how much is a lot for you, huh?"
I thought about my answer. Two tequilas? Or was it three daiquiris? Or maybe five martinis? Oh! I knew! It was… "I want to kiss you." I announced, leaning to him and putting my arms around his shoulders. That's so not what I wanted to ask…
"Ok, a lot. Come on, I'll take you home. We need to found your brother first."
"No! Don´t find Jimmy. We don´t want Jimmy. Jimmy's mean." I pouted, but Dougie grabbed my hand either way and took me around. That alone made me dizzy, so I didn´t got the slightest idea where the hell I was going.
"Hey, James!" Dougie finally exclaimed, surprising me. My brother turned around, and just like that his eyes were glued to me.
He seemed to sobered up immediately. "Lindsay?"
"Yeah. Hi! Hi, Allie!" I waved to the girl next to him, a girl that looked mysteriously exactly like Allie Hammond of The Notebook.
"She's, er, drunk. As you can see."
"Fuck. Linds, couldn´t you wait for another night?" James asked me.
"Nope."
"I'll take her home if you want." Dougie offered. My brother eyed him up and down, but must found something he liked, because he nodded.
"You don´t mind?"
"No, it's cool, mate. I was heading off anyway."
"But I don´t want to go!" I complained. Allie giggled, but she was the only one that paid attention to me. "Hey, I don´t want to!" I repeated, in case they hadn´t heard me.
"You're plastered, Lindsay." James pointed out.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. You're plastered too." I retaliated, sticking my tongue out at him.
"You are." Giggled Allie.
I grinned. "See? The only one a little sober here is Dougie. And he says I can stay a little while longer."
Dougie, of course, shook his head. "No, no. Dougie says Little Bourne needs to head home!"
"Oh, shush." I said dismissively. "I'm a grown up, I can go when I want to. You just decided if you're going to be my ride or not." And I want you to be it, I giggled. Not only because I did want Dougie to give me a ride, but also because I was quoting Dave. "Hey, James. Have you seen Dave?"
"What?!" My brother snapped.
"Yeah, Dave. You know, the one that was in Son of Dork? The same. He was here… or I think he was. Anyway! I'm off to the dance floor. I'll get a cab back home."
Before James or Dougie could do anything to stop me, I disappeared down the stairs, running and almost tripping a couple of times. I didn´t need much time to found a boy to dance with, and when the song was over, a different one. Another one after that, and another, and another, until one cute tall brunette boy took me to the bar to get me a drink.
"Lily, are you here with a brother or a psycho ex boyfriend I should be scared of?" He asked. I had told him Dave's nickname to me, but I wasn´t sure why. Maybe because they were just passing a Lily Allen song, or maybe because I wanted Dave to be my Knight in shining armor again and save me and take me to his place.
Or maybe because I wasn´t stupid enough to give my real name to a stranger.
Who knows.
"Actually, both!" I announced happily, slurring a little. He laughed.
"Both? Damn, girl, you're something else!"
"Of course. It will be weird otherwise." I grinned. "You have no idea. But what about you? Don´t tell me you brought with you my mother-in-law?"
He laughed. Brad –I think that was his name… or was it Brent? Oh, who knows!- leaned toward me and whispered huskily and sexily in my ear. "I'm all alone, able to go whenever I want to. By myself or… with company." He said, looking me up and down.
I giggled stupidly and opened my mouth to answer him I would be more than delighted to go with him, but I couldn´t. And not because he kissed me. Nope. More like because someone grabbed my wrist really hard, pushing me without care off of my chair and making me stumble to a hard chest. The man holding my wrist practically groaned and hissed at Bryant, but when I looked up, I saw double.
"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed. "Please not two Juddy's!" I said.
Harry didn´t even look at me as he glared at Bram. "You're staying away of this girl." He announced, and then pushed me through the crowd to the back of the pub. I stumbled trying to follow him, but he wasn´t going to stop. Even in my drunken state, I could feel the anger building up inside him, almost as a physical force. Harry waited for the valet-boy to bring his car, and he pushed me inside it, slamming the door shut behind me. Four seconds later, he was next to me, in the driver's seat, speeding off. I was a little scared, but as every single time he had annoyed me, I was also riled up. I leaned my head on the cold glass of the tinted car window, trying to calm myself.
It wasn´t something easy to do when I could feel his presence so close. I hadn't been this close of Harry Judd in years.
"What the hell was that about?" He snapped. Harry was drunker than I was, I knew it from the way his shirt was arranged, for his darkened eyes, for the way his lips move…
I shrugged. "I don't understand you."
"Bloody hell you don't!" He snapped angrily, and I turned around to look at him surprised.
"I was talking with a man! Why the hell would you care, anyway?"
Harry hit the brakes so abruptly I moved by inertia and hit my head on the dashboard. I winced, feeling my eyes fill with tears, but I didn't have time to say anything, because before I knew it I had Harry towering over me, pressing me against the locked door, with one of his hands on my waist, and the other in the door.
"I don't care. You can't try to get laid, that's what's happening."
"And why not?!" I yelled. Stupid thing to do if you were on my position, because Harry took the opportunity of my open mouth to bit my lower lips with his teeth a little too hard. I felt the blood flow inside my mouth.
"Because you're body's mine." He stated with my lip between his, and after that, he kissed me, roughly, forcefully, trying to show a point. I found myself kissing him back, and I wasn't really sure how that had happened.
I had my hands on my neck, not sure if I was trying to push him off or kiss him harder, as his hand on my waist grabbed me more harshly. His touch burned. Harry kept kissing me like that was the last thing in the world, and I loved it. I didn't even worried about how sick that was.
Somehow, sometime later I found myself pressed against the cold surface of a mirror inside an elevator, with Harry behind me, his hands under my skirt on my butt and his lips biting and licking my shoulder and my back. I didn't have any idea how we had ended there, and soon after the elevator opened the doors so I wasn´t able to wonder much more. Harry pushed me outside, toward the only door in the aisle, and his lips looked for mines desperately.
He managed to open the door at the same time he ripped my top off of me and I took his shirt out over his head. Harry had the sexiest chest in the world, or that was how it looked to my drunken self. In some part of my brain, the whole thing was wrong but as I kissed him… I really couldn't see what could be bad about it.
It seemed perfect.
When I next opened my eyes, I was on a king size bed, with Harry's completely naked body over my half naked one. I had the skirt on, and my bra, but my knickers, my stocking and my pumps were all around the apartment.
But suddenly, when I realized what was about to happen, I sobered up. And I pushed him off of me.
Harry dragged me back to the bed again, but this time, he was softer, sweeter. He kissed me lightly all over my chest and my face, and he wasn't angry anymore. I liked him more like that.
"Stay the night." He asked, but it sounded like an order. "I'm not going to touch you if you don't want me to."
It seemed reasonable, so I nodded.
Harry kissed me one more surreal time, and then….. I don't remember a thing. I'd probably fell asleep.
My dreams were actually pretty strange, but that was so common when I drank I didn't really pay attention. Something about Harry talking on his phone, and dressing me again, taking me out of the apartment to somewhere where he could rape me and get rid of my body. A door opening and someone holding me softly in a pair of muscular arms. A loving voice and someone muttering sorry.
But they were so real, I was convinced they actually were real while I slept.
Once I was in a bed again, I turned around, hugged a pillow, and…….
Don't remember much after that.