Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 23

October 5, 2014

"I wanted to thank you all for an amazing year. Fortunately, for all of you, I have gotten all of the songs on the new album-"

"But, Alexis. No one's heard your album yet."

Liam whined. His bottom lip doubled over his top as his hair swooned over to the left. The blank tank hung over his buff arms and the chevron tattoo stood out in the Miami moonlight. My yellow, floral skirt was right below, my diaphragm. Giving me that empie waist, I wore a matching floral bra-ish type top.

"I know, but I have got some exciting news. Next year, I am not going on tour."

The entire crowd of colors boo'd and yelled and screamed, until finally Louis came up behind me. His smacked his hands against legs and rolled to the floor. Giggling, the whole crowd screamed and yelled, forced into the tiny areas in the arena.

"No!"

The boy screamed. He layed on the floor and flailed his limbs into the air, as if having a tantrum of a three year old. Niall fell next to him and continued to fo the same.

"Alright."

I called. They sat up straight and looked with hope in their eyes. I sighed and rested my silver mic into the stand. Pulling it back out, I looked blankly out into the crowd. Frozen, I couldn't move. I felt my ten year old self shift back into gear. I couldn't move, I couldn't fucking move. There were too many people in the crowd. I... just can't move my God damn legs, you stupid motherfuckers!

A light grip took my hand as I still stared into the crowd. Zayn turned me around and tapped me into Harry's arms. Putting his chin on my head, he swung us lightly back and forth.

"Well, what she was trying to say was that-"

Zayn started, but definetly did not finish.

"From the summer of next year's tour, she will be joining our side again."

Liam finished. Then the crowd lost their shit.

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Slamming my back against the hotel hallway wall, Niall sighed and unlocked the room. Harry threw me into the room, slamming the door, accidently hitting Niall.

"Ouch! Harry! You asshole!"

"Sorry!"

His smiled greedily, kissing our mouths together. His ripped my sleeves off my dress and gasped, sucking in his breath. I giggled as he turned me and bent me over the freshley made bed. Slipping off my dress, he picked up my hips and rolled me over the bed. Pushing my back into the millions of pillows, Harry tore of his tie and snapped all the buttons off his chest, they went flying. Holy shit.

Hazzy's chest breathed up and down, heavily. His forehead had a line of sweat as it rimmed his hair. Throwing his body onto the bed, I could smell the bottle of wine the six of us had shared at dinner for the last night of the tour. Climbing onto me slowly, it seemed everything slowed down.

Harry's tongue glazed my bottom lip then slipped next to mine. Sharing our mouths, we were connected. My tongue glided and slid over over his as he sucked on my tongue. His eyes looked into mine as he led his hands down to the buttons on his knickers. I brought my feet up to his hips and pushed down the fabric, including the Calvin Klein underwear underneath.

The man's length was hard inbetween my legs, proding through my wet panties. Harry gripped my shoulders and slowly undid my bra. Sliding it off my arms, he tossed it gently onto the floor. Kissing down my neck, Harry sucked, kissed, licked, pulled at my nipples, making my voice crack in a throaty moan.