Cherry Bomb [h.s]

8

Harry

God, I was so fucking tired of all this PR shit. I hated the photoshoots, the interviews, all of it.

It was 10 pm, and I was just now finished with the stupid interviews and talk shows. I knew it was necessary for success, but that doesn't mean I have to fucking like it.

It's always the same questions anyway.

And don't even get me started on the goddamn love life questions.

No matter what I say, they're never fucking satisfied. I'm not a romantic guy, I don't 'date', just fucking deal with it.

I hadn't seen Spencer since the shower incident yesterday, which was putting me a little on edge.

I obviously wasn't afraid of her, I just wanted to be prepared for whatever revenge she has planned.

I don't really know why I even said it was her 'move', the whole shower incident really wasn't related to my plans at all.

In fact, I hadn't even realized that I was in her room.

I let that small sliver of humanity get to me. And now I gave her even more of a reason to really get back at me.

I don't know why I was so drawn to her anyway. I mean, she was rude and self-important and spoiled. She's obviously oblivious to the darker side of the real world.

The first time I saw her I made the mistake of underestimating her, thinking she was just some annoying girl with a fantasy of 'fixing' the bad boy. But she turned out to be so much worse than that.

I can deal with a good girl with a savior complex. But a closed off girl with something to prove? That was something else entirely. Not only was she over-confident and stubborn, but she was hiding something.

People with secrets were always the most unpredictable. And I hated not knowing what her next move was going to be.

All of these traits added up are what led to this nagging loathsome feeling I was carrying in the depths of my chest. That burning feeling made me want to stay away from her forever.

Yet there was something about her, something drawing me in... maybe it was just because she was the first person I'd ever come across who played my games. A worthy opponent, perhaps.

Plus, it was really fun to get her all riled up, watch her face scrunch up and her nostrils flare. Or make a comment just to see her eyes roll and jaw clench.

And her little threats were so cute. As if she could mean them the way I did.

She may talk a big game but I can tell that she's just as cowardly and weak as everyone else. I don't blame her though, I used to be the same way once upon a time.

After taking a shower and taking some pills, I get a text. 

Zayn:
- We're at the usual place, meet us there?

I debate it for a moment, not sure if I should go. I always end up baby sitting my drunk bandmates. If you could even call it that. 

What usually happens is I do whatever I want and then try to find everyone at the end of the night. And if one of them disappears then I just assume they're hooking up with someone. 

But it's the last night before tour starts, and I've been working non-stop. I need to let off some steam with someone I personally choose, maybe multiple people. 

Besides, it's not like anyone I hate will be there. Our usual spot was a secret and exclusive underground bar, and I had connections with everyone there.