Foolish ~ {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 16

Songs for this chapter: Love Me Like You Do ~50 Shades of Grey soundtrack

The Heart Wants What it Wants ~Selena Gomez

Foolish~16

*REESE 18 MONTHS AGO*

A crowded muggy club was lively as Harry's intertwined fingers pulled me through. Cameras flashing and people screaming for his attention.

Harry hasn't found out about the film just yet. But I've been filming for a couple weeks now.

Lou has told him I've been doing photography for fashion shows. Thank you Jesus for her!

But Harry has been acting differently.

I don't know if it's exhaustion or pressure but he's been very stern. And abrupt. He almost had to drag me out the door to come here tonight.

My tight red dress hugged every part of my curved body.

"Here. Try this" he sloshes a drink in my face.

"What is it?" I ask smelling it.

"Why does it matter. Drink" he says gulping a whisky shot.

I drink the throat burning liquid. It's vodka. Which is actually a favorite of mine. It's flavored like a fruit. I don't know what but it's sweet and curing to my ache. There is this gap between me and Harry. Maybe it's my film. But... If I tell him casually, he will be so mad I didn't tell him. So I need to wait to show him the poster. So he will so overwhelmed he can't help but feel happy!

"What's going through that sexy mind of yours babe?" He asks.

His wavy hair is messy in a bandana. Eyes slightly stressed.

"You" I grin. Finishing my drink. I'm slightly light headed.

He sees it too.

"Come here" he hugs me tightly. I feel the desire in his grasp.

"Harry. Have you felt.... Neglected...?" I ask horrified of the answer.

"No. I just need to know if we are still on the same page with all that we've agreed to or talked about" he says as if he was 2 times as sober as normal.

"Why of course we are love. And I'm sorry if you are...." I say but his mouth cuts me off.

Tongue dipping into my mouth.

I oblige and do the same to him.

Desperation. Passion. Heat. Roughness. Desire.

This is all Harry wanted from me.

He needs me. To mend his personal wounds.

Hands trailed all around my skin.

"Mine. All mine" he breaths.

"Let's dance" he adds.

Once again I'm dragged.

The people are all drenched in sweat and it's crowded to my nose.

"Move Reese" Harry demands.

I am dumbfounded.

"Huh?" I ask.

"Not in a mean way babe. Just move to the beat" he says. His massive hands gripping my hip bones.

I don't know what I'm doing so I just begin to sway.

"Okay. Just add a little bit of you and me in bed" he says in my ear.

My stomach urns for him.

I press up against him and begin to roll my hips.

"Mmmmmm" is all that comes from him.

That's all I am. A pleasure. Sure he loves me. But I'm subject.

And for some reason. That's okay. Because I love him.

*PRESENT DAY*

A flashback of that night hits my brain as I pass that very Bar.

London was just as I left it. Except today was unusually sunny.

Niall's hand hasn't let go of mine since that kiss we shared.

Wait. We kissed.

And I had that flashback of Harry?

Ugh what the hell is my brain doing to me...?

"You're going to be staying in my flat for a little bit. Then when you are functional, the room across the hall is vacant. So I went ahead and rented it and Harry put your stuff in it" Niall says swinging my purse over his shoulder. Getting ready to jump out.

"Thank you.." I coax.

"I... Don't deserve any of this. No matter what I've been. Through.." I say staring at the tall beautiful building.

"Well you do now cause you live here" Niall says jumping out and getting the wheelchair that was waiting for us when we arrived. Harry stands by the door leaned against the wall with sunglasses. As if supervising the situation.

Niall pushes me up to the sliding glass doors. Harry turns to help but Niall brushes him off.

I act like I had no idea what happened.

*NIALLS POV*

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