"You fucked my sister?!?" Carter reeled, jaw tightly clenched.
"She came on to me, bro," I wave him off, plugging my right nostril to snort the white line up with my left.
"I'm going to get penance, Tomlinson," Carter hisses, taking a step toward me.
"Oh really? And how's that, dickhead?" I cackle, leaning back in the chair.
"By going after someone you care about," He huffs, making his way toward the door.
"Good luck, not many of those people left," I call out before he slams the door on his way out.
My mum died three years ago, and my sister in March. I haven't been dealing well, and I've shut out almost everyone. I've been alone and on my own for the last few months, I have no one.
I reach for the pill bottle on the table and take a few, washing them down with a truly. I lean back and let my eyes gloss over, my thoughts leading me to a repressed memory.
-Flashback-
"Lou, baby," Harry whispered against Louis' temple, rubbing his shoulder gently.
"Hmm?" Louis slowly woke, lifting his head off of Harry's chest.
"We're here," Harry spoke softly, kissing Louis head and squeezing him gently.
Louis gently sat up and looked out the window of the tour bus.
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Tokyo was beautiful. The city looked so alive despite it being only two in the morning.
"This is incredible," Louis breathed, eyes wide in awe.
"I know," Harry whispered to himself, watching Louis take in the view.
-End of Flashback-
Harry's POV
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As soon as the clock hits 12:00am, I hit my thumb on the tweet button.
My hands are shaking and I feel my heart slamming in my chest. Lights Up and Adore You got great reactions, but I'm nervous about the album as a whole. I'm really vulnerable with it and it's a different sound. I personally love what I've created, I hope the girls enjoy it too.
I wonder what he's up to. He dropped a couple of collaborations, but I wonder if he is still into music. I think about him all the time, I constantly wonder what he's doing at that moment.
I wonder if he'll listen to my album. More importantly, I wonder if he'll like it...
Three months until the contract is up and we are technically allowed to speak to each other.
I will definitely call Niall. Him and I had a really tight friendship, and I miss him dearly.
I don't think I'll call Liam. No hard feelings, but he's made some comments that I don't really vibe with.
I won't call Louis. I told him that I wanted him to move on and be happy. I do not want to bring him back down with my bullshit.
I decide that I won't be able to fall asleep after my album release, so I grab my headphones and head outside for a walk.
After about ten minuets of walking, my nerves have settled a bit. If someone had started listening to the album right at midnight, they would about halfway through Cherry now. I'm having anxiety about the reaction to this release. I play the song through my headphones to try and convince myself that the girls will like it.
When I look up from my phone, I spot a dark figure across the street coming toward me. I create as much distance between as I can from the side and keep my eyes low.
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"Hey!" I hear a voice yell. I rip my headphones out of my ears in an effort to become more aware of my surroundings. The voice came from the dark figure approaching me.
I don't respond as I turn on my heel, walking quickly back toward my house.
"Stop right there or I will shoot you in the fucking skull!" The voice yells louder this time. My breath hitches in my throat, and I stop walking.
I put my arms up in surrender and turn around to face the guy, who was only a few feet away from me at this point.
"What are you doing out this late all alone pretty boy?" The guy jabs me in the chest with his gun.
Something about him seems familiar. I have this creepy deja-vu feeling, like I've met him before. Weird...
"Just going for a walk, mate," I speak, tone flat.
"You're bigger than I remember, much more masculine," The guy comments, grabbing my face roughly, studying my features.
"What do you want from me?" I ask casually, ignoring the fear building inside me.
"Isn't it obvious, Harry?" The guy smirks, licking his lips.
I swear I've met this guy before, who the fuck is he?
"N-no," Fuck, I stammered.
The guy grips the back of my neck, forcing himself onto me. He smashes his lips into mine, making my stomach lurch. I try to pull away, but he grips my shoulders firmly and slams me against a nearby brick building.
I'm pinned against the wall at this point, with no way to escape his hold. He moves his mouth to my neck and tries to suck on my collarbone.
At this point My fight-or-flight completely takes over, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I wrap my arms around his neck, making him think that I'm into him. Once he let's his guard down and loosens his hold on me a bit, I jerk his head down and force my knee into his forehead. He falls to the ground, writhing in pain.
Without looking back, I run back to my house faster than I've ever ran before.
