Honey Rain

Chapter Twenty-Three

Everyone's last exam was on a Monday instead of a Friday this year and no one knew why. There was no rule requiring students to stay at school once they finished exams, so often kids were home by noon. Not that it mattered; Parties don't begin until midnight. It was tradition.

My final exam was for Chemistry, which I had finished by ten-thirty. Niall made me wait for him to finish his own test, likely worried that I might jump of a bridge if I was left alone. We were back at my house with our other friends before one o'clock.

Tonight marks the first night of Rose Week, and this year it was at Aaliyah Rayak's house, well, more like mansion. I absolutely despised Aaliyah. Not because she was ever rude to me or that we had some vendetta, (although we weren't exactly chummy) no, she had been the first girl to get her hands on Harry after we broke up.

It was common knowledge that they had hooked-up before, just so happening to be during Rose Week of sophomore year. I'm pretty sure that Harry fucked more three girls that week. No, I was sure of it. There wasn't a single girl in this whole town that Harry hadn't had his dick inside. I wouldn't be surprised if they were planning on having sex tonight as well.

Aaliyah has a younger brother, too. Jace. He was in the year below us, and I didn't know him all too well. Who knows? Maybe he'll get lucky tonight and Harry will fuck him as well. I knew I was getting too worked up over this, but I couldn't even do anything about it. My blades were gone, my cigarettes were gone, I wasn't allowed to starve myself anymore. I was being watched like a prisoner 24/7 by either my mum or by Niall or by whoever had decided to be my substitute guardian that day.

I went out to the thrift store after I got home, accompanied by Niall of course. Taylor, Rowan, and Max were still at my house, and I prayed the two latter weren't fucking each other's brains out in my bed. You can never be sure with those two.

Now, I'm reinventing myself, just for tonight. I wandered through the aisles of second-hand clothes, grabbing anything and everything that looked badass-punk-eighties-cokehead-rockstar-esque.

In the change room, I ruffled my hair with my hand until it was loosely falling over my forehead, slightly parted in the middle. I had somehow managed to find a pair of mint-condition studded black leather boots along with the rest of the denim, mesh, leather, corduroy, and everything else that real Louis would never wear. Introducing Badass Louis. He's over Harry. His intrusive, unwanted thoughts won't betray him by violating his already unstable mind.

Niall looked surprised when I showed him what I had put on in that change room. I thought for a moment that he was impressed, but no.

"Why're ya dressed up like Kurt Cobain?"

I smirked and spun around on my heels, dramatically flipping the collar of the worn denim jacket up and looking over my shoulder with a cold and unfeeling stare. "As far as you know, I am Kurt Cobain."

He sighed heavily. "Okay, Kurt, I need to talk to Louis. Is he available?"

I faced him and shook my head in a confident way that I thought Kurt Cobain would.

"Who d'you think you're helping by stealing his personality?"

"Not stealing. Borrowing. Just for today." To help me forget about Harry for a while. I turned back around to look at myself in the mirror, quite liking the reflection from the neck down.

"Louis."

I ignored him.

"Louis."

Again, silence.

"Kurt."

I turned around grinning with one eyebrow raised confidently.

"Can I help you?"