hellbound | h.s

twelve

Do Me a Favour by Arctic Monkeys
but it's by Hellbound

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*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Harry *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I can't stand Rory Paisley. All she fucking does is not listen to me and it's annoying as fuck. I want control.

And what the fuck was all that with the 'o-m-g harry! are you like in love with me? you care so much about me right? eek!'

Like what the fuck. That's never going to happen. I'd kill myself if it ever does. She needs to get that shit out of her head.

And for everyone's information, I only call her butterfly to try and tick her off. So, if any of you think I'm caring towards her, shut your fucking mouth before I do it myself. You bastards.

As of right now, it's the night after the performance Rory's band did. I've had a hellish month and me being at this torturous club all the time doesn't help my burning desire to leave this place and start fresh somewhere. Alone.

My life kinda sucks.

I'm sitting in my band's dressing room. I swear, these leather couches get more uncomfortable every time I sit on them.

Noah is sitting on the other couch in the middle of this room, probably also wanting to get the hell out of here. I mean it's literally a Saturday, who wants to be here on a fuckin' Saturday of all days. 

I'm on my phone doing absolutely nothing when I hear the doors to the dressing room open. I look up to see Ashton walkin' in. God, he pisses me off sometimes. Like just the way he looks. I don't know. He's so strange and I don't like him. He also likes Rory as a friend, which is so horrible for us and it's annoying.

I roll my eyes and look back at my phone, not caring what he has to say or why he's in here. Though, when I hear him clear his throat, both me and Noah look up to see him swaying on his heels with his hands clasped behind his back.

I give him an expectant look to say something with a raise of my eyebrows and he says, "He wants to speak to you."

I just huff and stand up from my spot on the couch. I didn't like it in here anyways.

I walk out of the dressing room but yell, "Start rehearsing for Hellbound! You know we've got a gig tomorrow." to the two boys in there.

I walk into his office and see him sitting at his desk, looking out the window while smoking a cigarette. God, it reeks of smoke and heavy old man cologne.

"You've been acting peculiar lately." Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, turning around in his chair to face me. I just roll my eyes and shake my head at his observation. What am I supposed to say back to that?

"No I haven't." Is all I can think of saying back, knowing anything else wouldn't pass with him. 

"Well I'm going to need you to fix up this mood you've been in and stick to the plan." He says to me with a harsh tone.

I don't even want to be thinking about the plan right now and all he ever does is bring it up to me anytime I'm ever speaking with him. It's annoying as fuck.

"You've also got a drug run I'm going to need you to participate in tomorrow after the band performs." He then adds and I look at him with an unreadable expression.

I then fake pout and say, "Anything else your highness?" With an exaggerated fake high voice, my hands clasped in front of my chest. 

"I don't want to hear that tone, you annoying fuck. Just get this shit done with before I need to take matters into my own hands." What he means by that is, if you don't do as I say, I'm going to go on a killing spree and it will start with you.