The Darkest Pleasures

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

For two weeks straight all I could think about was the mystery girl. She infested my thoughts on a daily occurrence. Whenever I sung, I instantly thought about her. Whenever I had intimate moments with myself I thought about her. I mean why wouldn't I? She had a killer body. Not so hot of an attitude, but maybe that's why I was so interested in her from the start. No girl had ever treated me like that before. Every other girl was always so eager to get into my pants. The thought of why she acted differently just befuddled me. For those two weeks I went to that same bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. With each night I found nothing. I didn't even look at any other girl, I often turned them away. I just wanted to find her and find the real reason why I wasn't her type. Find out why I was such a straight edge and wouldn't fit into her world.

As those two weeks came to an end I finally decided to give up. I mean what are the chances that I would ever see her again. She was too good to be true. The boys and I were heading off to America once again for a summer tour. I loved America, but I love my home much more.

The boys and I are still somewhat close. From time to time I noticed that they ignored me. I envied their relationships from time to time. People would think that after all these years the boys and I would grow annoyed of each other. Truth was we haven't exactly grown annoyed with each other; we just seemed to forget about each other and move on with our lives outside of the band. I hadn't told the boys about the mystery girl though. I don't think they would understand and I didn't want them to get their hopes up for me. They want me to have a committed relationship just like what they have.

I would have thought that we would have lost fans throughout the years, but it seems that we have only gained more than I could imagine. I mean we all are 20 something year olds. Who would want to listen to us anymore? I'm still glad to be doing this still. I would never want to give it up. I really do love this lifestyle. I've done so many amazing things over the years, and I'm sure that there will be many more to come.

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It was our third date of our tour. We were in New York City for the week. We just had performed our show and I was ready for a night out on the town. None of the guys wanted to come out to the bar with me. I wasn't surprised. They all flew their girlfriends out for the week. We have only been away from London for a week, and they already "missed" them. Whatever, I like being alone at the bar anyways. Who needs a wingman? Not me, I'm Harry Fucking Styles. I'm my own damn wingman.

I did my usual sitting at the bar ordering the strongest drink I could get my hands on. I was so glad to finally be 21. I mean what kind of dumb ass law the states has to not drink till you're 21? I've really been waiting for this night out here for a long time.

I was just sitting at the bar scoping out who would be the lucky lady to come home with me tonight, then like if it history was repeating its self the most intriguing woman sat next to me at the bar instead. She had dark wavy almond colored hair. Her eyes were a greenish color, which had dark make-up surrounding them.

I knew it was the mystery girl right on the spot. But, what was she doing in America of all places. Then what are the coincidences that she would be in the same city and bar with me. I put a smirk on my face ready to finally learn this girl's name.

"Drop the smirk." She said harshly.

"Glad to see we could somehow meet up again." I stated.

"Yeah, not really I thought I lost you in London." She stated.

"I guess I'm just lucky." I said laughing.

"Not really." She said taking down a shot.

"No, no no. Don't pull any of that crap, you said the next time I ran into you, you would give me your name."