hellbound | h.s

five

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Yeah, so this is Hellbound for ya." Ashton says to me while shaking his head as if he's embarrassed while looking at his two other band mates.

I look back over to the two dudes sitting on the black leather coaches. The lead singer, who's name I think is Harry? Yeah, Harry. Well anyway, he's smoking whatever the fuck that is and has a girl straddling his waist on the couch with a bored expression on his face.

When I look over to the guitarist, he's sitting on a different couch, across from the one Harry is sitting on. He has a girl on his lap but he seems much more respectful about where his hands are.

I realized just then that I still haven't said anything, but neither have they so am I really in the wrong?

Out of nowhere, Ashton takes my hand and leads me to the couches. I resist at first, not wanting to... interrupt anything? I don't know.

But I think it's too late for that.

Ashton then says "Go." to the girl on the lead singers lap. Her eyes widen and she looks back at Harry to know what to do and he just shrugs.

Asshole.

I sit down next to Harry, and Ashton sits between us.

"You can sit here for a little while, while you cool down and whatnot. There's water over there, so help yourself." Ashton says with a small smile splayed across his lips as he points to a black mini fridge. Though, I'm not entirely listening to him because I feel someone's eyes on me and it's definitely not the guitarist's eyes.

Ashton then stands up and says he has to inform someone that I'm in here. I then realize that the guitarist is leaving with the girl that was on his lap as well and I just plead with my eyes that he doesn't leave me here.

That was useless though because he doesn't even give me a second glance. I've come to the conclusion that everyone in this room is a egotistical dickhead.

Once everyone is out of the room, there is just an uncomfortable silence between Harry and I. I was about to break it but he beats me to it, saying something himself.

"So like, who are you?"

I side glance to him and then move my eyes to my hands. Confrontation was never my thing and it never will be, especially under the influence.

"Uhm, I kind of just bumped into Ashton when walking out of the loo. He asked me if I wanted to sit down for a little while and I said yes." That should be good I think to myself. Short and simple.

"No, who are you? Not, what are you doing here. You catching my drift?" He tells me with annoyance clear in his tone of voice. He definitely doesn't want me here right now. I think he's mad I cockblocked him.

"Your drift has been caught." I say, swallowing lightly, not wanting to tell him my whole life's story, end up saying, "My name is Rory Paisley," looking up at him to see him already looking down beside me as I mutter, "I don't see why it fucking matters."

He then smiles. He fucking smiles.

He has a cute smile though.

"Quite the mouth you got there. Don't you think? I'm Harry Styles. Lead singer of the best band on the planet." He tells me.

I narrow my eyes. "Best band on the planet? Huh. If narcissism was a person. My god." I say while shaking my head with a tiny laugh of disbelief, half joking, half definitely not joking.