Only Angel 2 [h.s] AU

The truth is the only reality I see

H.

I had finally made it to the nightclub after Darien called me, telling me that Beau was there with Colson and Nes. My main question was what the fuck she was even doing there, she told me she had work to finish so she left. And second, what the fuck is she doing with Nes and Colson? That was enough to have me get off my ass and drive to New York. This is why I no longer hang out with them, the group has become so codependent on drugs and sex and I didn't want Beau mixed up in that.

I avoided the sweaty bodies on the dance floor, making my way towards the loft and when I get there I see no one but Darien. She stands up, her purse in her hand. "Where is she?" I ask as I reach her.

"They took her in there about an hour ago." She points to the door that has police tape.

"What the hell is she even doing here?"

"She called me and asked to come," she says. "I didn't think it was a good idea." She gives me one last look before she walks down the stairs and walks away. I turn to the door and pound on it as hard as I could, I heard noise inside before shuffling and after almost two minutes, Nes is opening the door. She gives me a smug smile as I look to her to Colson who was reclined against the headboard, his left leg was hunched up on the bed and his other was on the floor as he smoked a joint.

I look down to the bed and my eyes fall on Beau. She was naked and laying on the bed, not moving. My heart drops as I go towards her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I shout at Colson. This couldn't be happening, not again. I grab Beau's face in my hands and see that she is still breathing but she was definitely on something. I gently open her eyelids and her pupils were dilated.

I clench my jaw as Colson blows out smoke. "Nes was just giving her a good time, what's it look like?" I turn to Nes and she smirks and walks out the door. Colson places a tiny bag of cocaine on the bed and pushes it to me. "I'd wait a few hours, LSD is one hell of a drug." He says as he walks away. I was enraged, but I knew if I acted out on it it was a call for another blackout. I steady my breath as I get Beau dressed.

Out of nowhere though, she grabs onto my tie and pushes me towards her, her eyes were droopy with what it looked like sleep but it was the drug. "You're a piece of shit."

I ignore her and grab my tie back and stand up, slipping on her clothes. "Let's just get you home." I was focusing on my breathing, I knew it wouldn't be good for anyone to be around me right now if I didn't.

Beau scoffs as I sit her up. "I can't believe I'm actually falling for an asshole like you," she says and I ignore the comment. "You can go find yourself a whore, but leave me out of it." She spits and at this, I furrow my eyebrows.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Was she referring to the date I told her I went to? If she were to actually stayed and talked to me regarding it I would've told her that I had no interest in seeing her anymore, that it was just one date that I had to maybe try and see if the way I would've felt would be the same feelings I felt for Beau.

But she didn't and was in bed with two of the people I have grown to hate.

"What I'm talking about is that this was some casual shit," Beau says. "But you sure as hell didn't waste a lot of time moving on, did you?" My hands grip at the steering wheel tightly. How fucking dare she assume something like that? She doesn't know how I feel.

I am not heartless.

"Don't talk to me right now, Beau." I grit as I drove away.

"Just cause you're rich doesn't mean you can break my heart," she mumbles and I'm not entirely aware that she even knows what she's saying. "Fuck you." I keep my focus on the road ahead of me, I had stayed a green light and now it was back to red. I just stayed there, unable to drive and I was thankful there was no car behind me. That's all she saw me as. Rich. She didn't see me as Harry, someone who cares for her. She saw me as some maladjusted rich man who can't enjoy life and not as my gentle side that only she knows. And there it was. The truth.

The truth is the only reality I see.

My hand came in contact with the steering wheel in an attempt to get me out of this trance like state and it drove me fucking insane. I drove angry and sad towards her apartment.

—

I'm going to kill them both.

My knee bobbed up and down with anxiety as I bit down on my lip. I was seated on Beau's couch while she slept in her bedroom. She had slept all day and remained in the same position, it scared me momentarily until I saw she had turned in her side. I couldn't sleep for the life of me. I stare at the small baggie of cocaine I placed in front of me on the coffee table, it was Colson's way of taunting me. He hides his true persona as someone who looks the part of a bad guy and acts like this lost puppy dog. Obviously it worked if Beau fell for it.

And my Beau was smart, she wouldn't do anything if she knew any better. I know she did this to get back at me for going on that date, but if she wasn't so quick to assume shit none of this would've happened.

I groan as I rest my back on the couch, finally deciding on doing just one line of the coke that was staring at me. Of course, one line turned to two, and from two to four. I did the whole baggie and that was enough to have me take a Uber away from Beau's apartment. I wasn't sure where I was headed off to, but when I recognized the neighborhood I knew where I was.

As I knock on the door, I hear loud music coming from inside before a door slams and the front door opens. Before me was Nes, her silk robe was open to reveal red lingerie and she looked just as drugged up as I was. She smirks as she leans on the doorway, her hand reaches towards my suit. "Oh hey," she chirps, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Where's Beau?" She taunts. "Came for a threesome with us again?"

"What do you care about her," I remark as I go inside the apartment. She giggles as she closes the door behind her. I remove my suit and when I turn she's dropping her robe on the floor. She walks towards me and before she can reach up to kiss me, I grab her throat and squeeze. She smiles. "You know what to do."

I let her go and she walks towards the direction of her bedroom, leading the way. Once inside she opens a drawer and takes out a bag, sets it down on the bed and lays next to it. She had her own set of ugly pink furry handcuffs. I hated the way they felt on my hands as I handcuffed her to the bed. "You want me to be a good girl?" She asks as I'm done.

I look to her. "No," I say. "You're a whore, you're going to act like one." I ignore her whine and open the bag that contained various daggers and knifes. I watched as my hand clutched a sharp dagger, the metal glistens under the light and I am forced back to reality when she clears her throat. I press the metal to her skin, she jumps slightly from the coldness but recollects herself. "Where is it?" I ask her as I press the point of the dagger to her skin, the point dipping slightly and if I were to apply more pressure it would puncture her skin.

"Where is what?" She smirks. In one quick swipe I cut her skin making her hiss and jump. "Ow, Harry what the fuck!" She cusses, the wound now bleeding.

I press the blade on her clothed pussy and look at her eyes that contained tears that threatened to spill. "You know why the fuck I'm talking about."

"I don't know—" I swipe the blade and she screams. "Stop it!" She cries as I press it to her neck.

I get close to her face, my hand remaining in place. "Where is the fucking video tape." I grit. "Answer correctly, note where the blade is." I threatened and she gulps.

I watched as her tears fled. "Colson's lounge!" She says as I was pressing the blade down to her skin. Her breathing had picked up.

"Who's idea was it to film her?" I grit, getting angrier by the second. She hesitates for a while but shakes her head.

"I don't know," she says but I knew she was lying. Our eye contact remains, I was glaring at her with anger and she looked up at me with fear. It disgusted me that she even thought I would touch her in any way that wasn't with my hands around her throat, choking the complete life out of her. She relaxes when I back up and I stab the pillow a bit close to her face, the blade cuts her cheek just slightly that has her gasping. "You're a fucking psycho!" She spits.

"And you're a whore," I retort as I get off her bed and make my way towards the door. I ignore her shouts to get me to go back and uncuff her, but I leave, locking the front door behind me.