a renegade; W2S

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"Going to put my head up on the wall?" I ask Harry, his cheeks immediately reddening at the my confrontation. Maybe he isn't used to people ever showing up to him like this.

"Ethan said it not me," he says, kind of in a flirting way which takes me aback. I was expecting some awkward hotness, not this kind of rogue behaviour.

"And what if we can make it so that you can say it to him tomorrow?" I say, pressing a finger against his chest as he looks me in the eyes searchingly. I know my little orbs are lost elsewhere in my state, but I still feel his gaze like a searing dagger.

"You're quite err... forward," he says, and there we go it's back. The awkwardness that consummates him. I love it.

"I could be much more forward, you know," I say, swirling around in a circle, trying not to fall over. He chuckles slightly, even though I had no intention to make him laugh.

Hours pass, people are finally deciding to leave our sanctuary of the night. I don't want to leave, but here alone, in this dress, I'm basically asking to get groped.

But my mind is only one boy, one interaction, one flutter of my heart. I don't know where he is, but I wish I did. I wish he knew where I was. And I wish he was thinking about coming over to me.

I'm not even thinking of Jack and I haven't since I landed, when you're already over them when you end it, what else can time heal?

"Hélille, we're all leaving," Talia tells me, slightly more sober than earlier. I dread to think what the club toilets have seen, knowing how horrible Talia can hold a drink.

"It's nearly 4am," Mia yawns, grabbing her stuff. I wink at her for no reason.

We all file out of the club, like lambs to slaughter. The hire van we get in stinks of alcohol, I doubt we're the last or first drunken bunch that's been in the back of it.

Half the boys left earlier, including Harry. Maybe they realised the challenge of obtaining me would be much more difficult than anticipated.

I am a night person, the cooler breeze, the starry night and the glowing buildings. It just makes me feel whole, like I'm a puzzle piece that fits perfectly in the only in the inky black.

L.A is a spectacle at night. The towering downtown giants igniting the sky and the hills acting as a blocker to the outside world. I see why souls have found themselves and lost themselves here.

We finally get back to the house, and as we walk in the majority of the boys are there, with the Cal's missing, they're apparently staying at a girls house somewhere else.

"I love L.A!" I announce, running into the foyer with open arms.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm already hanging," JJ shouts at me, grasping at his head.

"Sleep then g," I say.

"Since when were you a 'g' girl?" JJ laughs through his hands.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," I say, wandering away from the group to my room. All I want is my body in that king bed, the covers draped around me.

And within moments I am, slipping off my dress and crashing onto my mattress.

I lay there for a few moments, my mind fumbling around, asserting itself after the rush of these past days, I feel alive. Like I'm burning the brightest of all the stars.

I have no job, but I have no worries. I'm here. I'm alive, surrounded by all these beautiful faces and beautiful buildings. And it's all by chance, all by the tiniest flicker of fate. My gratitude to fate bringing me to Talia is infinite.

Each breath is heavy and inflating, blowing up my soul like an inferno. I want to feel like this forever.

A/N ; sorry for a slightly shorter one!!!!! thank you so much for 1.5k reads <3