a renegade; W2S

10

We get to our mansion and it's a sight alright, these people I'm with must be rich to afford a place like this. It's Art Deco, though I doubt any of them know that, predominantly gold and black, it looks like it stepped straight out of a New York suburb in the 1920's.

There's fountains, with lions spewing water from their mouths, on either side of the entrance to the house. It's like the entryway to heaven, laced with wispy gold and a kind of timeless beauty.

"This is fucking insane," I mumble to myself and I see the small Indian one, I now know as Vikk smile and nod. "I can't believe people live like this."

"Okay," Josh, Freya's boyfriend, says as we all enter, heaving our suitcases behind us. My palms are electric and sweaty with excitement.

"Pick a room from this hat. They're all on crumpled up bits of paper; it's fair, I promise," Josh says, hearing an outcry from Ethan.

We all pick our rooms, I get one with a balcony, next to Harry's on the left and Gee's on the right. It has an en-suite too, some of them didn't. I feel kind of bad getting one of the nicer rooms, but eventually that guilt subsides when I realise how fucking gorgeous it is.

"We gon fuck some shit up, Gee," I say to her, mimicking an explosion with my hands and she nods aggressively.

"Shit is gonna get fucked up, you can drink right?" Gee asks, and luckily I am 23, so here in America I can drink.

"Yeah, 23, like Taylor didn't say," I say, the song playing in my mind. I don't know if Gee gets it or not because in an instant I plunge into my bed and drape the curtains around me, acting like I'm concealing my naked body from a royal prince intruding in my boudoir.

Gee shakes her head and laughs while walking to her room and I take it upon myself to go pester Talia now, but on my way I crash into a certain blue-eyed beauty.

"Fancy seeing you here, Harold," I say, twirling my hair in my fingers in a feigned innocence.

"Well, er, I am staying across from you," he says awkwardly. And I'm suddenly enthralled by this strange painting of a human. He's beautiful on the outside, a masterpiece even. But there's something inside, behind the strokes, that's gripping at my soul like a staircase railing. He's intriguing, to say the least. How can someone so fucking hot be so awkward?

"You're cute," I say, turning away from him but I can already imagine the painter adding a little rose to his art's cheeks. I guess I just have that effect on people, an aura of hotness.

"Talia, room-service," I say knocking on her and Simon's room. I open the door to discover Simon half way through getting changed. His eyes widen as he sees me and I can't hold my laugh back.

"Close the fucking door!" He shouts at me, and it's fucking hilarious.

"Ooh, Talia's a very lucky girl," I say, sliding my back down their door to the floor and I hear him mumble things under his breath on the other side. "It's at least bigger than mine."

"You're a cunt," Simon says opening the door, fully dressed now and I just smirk.

"Bring me Talia," I instruct Simon and he rolls his eyes but obliges. I look around at their room, their bed is fucking huge, a California king bed. They have this cool looking plant in the corner too, drooping slightly out of their opened window.

That's how the air of L.A is seeping in and I walk towards it. I stick my head out and my love story with this city gets another chapter; the rolling hills and city lights, a beautiful backdrop to this holiday. I wish I could stay here forever, weaving down each street, chatting up celebrities at every bar and dancing with those fucking stars each night.

"Hélille, we're fucking going out tonight!" Talia screams at me, smiling so widely. I adore her smile, the way it adorns her lips and rises to her eyebrows. I missed that smile.

"You bet we fucking are," I reply, hugging her. This whole experience is a gold rush, a fever dream and I hope it never fucking ends.

A/N:

Thank you <3 hope you enjoyed.
More Harry coming soon.