HYSTERIA

TWELVE - PHOTOGRAPH

PHOTOGRAPH - DEF LEPPARD

"Look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown"

HARRY STYLES

She's all I can fucking think about, and it's driving me absolutely insane. The hold she has on me, after one night? It's a fantasy.

It's been five days since that night. I haven't spoken to her since, it's not my type of thing to reach out to people after nights like that. As far as both of us know, it was just a one night stand.

I was going to text her the morning after, but didn't want to seem clingy. I was going to text her on Sunday, but thought it was too soon. Which brings me to right now, her contact up in my phone as I click on her number to send her a text.

You're all I think about.

No, that's creepy.

You're the only one I want to touch.

That's too forward.

I need more than the video you left me.

I gag at that and decide against messaging her at all. I shouldn't be thinking about this anyways.

I lock my phone and put it on silent, not wanting to deal with it going off in a band meeting. Not really a band meeting, more like picking a fucking song already for this weekend. We got lucky playing both a Friday and Saturday night, funny enough at Glass Hearts where Ariel works. There goes my brain drifting off again.

Usually we decide on one song, maybe two for one night, then just take requests from people at the bar, helps with tips and such since that's really all we live off of, and any savings we have.

It might look bad, three twenty something guys living in a nice complex in the middle of Nashville. To others it may look like we're in the drug business or some shit, but we aren't. Well, I'm not. I couldn't give two shits about what the other two do in their spare time. In reality though, it's not bad splitting rent three ways.

I have an idea of a song, at least for one of the days. I usually have more of a say in songs just because I'm the one singing them, but if I'm feeling nice, I'll let Louis and Niall have an opinion.

"Styles! You fuckin' done in there yet?" I hear Niall's voice echo from our music room, which is just an extra bedroom in our apartment.

"Gimme a sec!" I didn't want them to see who I was texting, or contemplating on texting, so I hid in the bathroom.

"Quit with the porn, we got shit to do!" Niall yells back.

"Porn? Harry, quit fuckin' wankin'!" I hear Louis hollering right after him.

"I'm not fuckin' wankin'!" I tell them both as I've left the bathroom, walking into their room next door.

Niall gives me a wink. "I don't know Styles, you got some pretty good porn."

"Well share it with me would ya?" Louis nudges my shoulder and I give Niall a shut the hell up look.

"He's messin' with you, 's just some girl on girl shit." I tell Louis, wanting to avoid him finding out about Ariel and I at all costs. Even if it was just a one time thing, he'd avoid me for weeks.

"That's hot." Louis comments, not questioning the situation anymore which I'm thankful for.

"Yeah, so let's talk about this weekend. Songs." I pull out a notepad I use for music and planning for our shows, a couple random lyrics jotted down here and there, and penis doodles from when Niall steals the pen.