Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 25

March 28, 2015

Waking up naked, the bunk window was wide open. Shutting the curtain closed quickly, I sat up and felt around for Harry's shirt. We made love about two hours ago and the tour bus seemed to be slowing down. I had came out to see him when Liam said he wouldn't stop crying about Zayn. Struggling, I slid on my panties after my bra and Harry's shirt. Sliding out of the bunk, I threw on my jeans again and looked for Harry.

Harry was sitting with his right ankle, balancing the leg on the left knee. He looked angry, swiping his thumb quickly against his phone. Looking up, Harry looked down and ignored my presence. Louis came up behind me and poked my arm along with the rest of the boys, you know, except for Zayn.*tear*

"Nice ass, Alexis."

"What?"

Grabbing his phone, the three boys chuckled as I scrolled. Picture upon picture upon picture of my ass through the fucking window in Harry's bunk. Nooooo....Damn, my ass actually looks good in some of these. The bus pulled to a complete stop before we climbed out to grab our bags. Thank God there was no teenage girls here, Harry seems angry enough.

Usually, Harry would be a lad and take my bag as I walked beside him, but not today. Searching around for his suitcase, he picked mine up and threw it on to the floor. I heard cracking and breaking as it hit against the concrete floor. When I packed my bag, I knew Harry only wanted me to have my laptop in the hotel room when he was out with the boys, so, I put the laptop and charger at the the bottom, but now, it's fucking broken.

Picking up my Goddamn bag, I stormed inside the hotel lobby. Waiting for the slow walking assholes outside the door. After minutes of waiting, they finally checked in and we went up to our rooms. Harry left his luggage by our door while he went to go talk to Louis. I grabbed our my key from Paul and brought both of our bags inside. Setting his suitcase in the closet, I dumped all of my clothes out onto the floor and pulled out my laptop.

Broken, motherfucking Goddamn it, broken! I was furious. What the fuck is wrong with him?? What the fuck have I done wrong?! I had taken the laptop battery out of the laptop before I packed it cause I thought it would be safer, but no! That shit is fucking cracked in half, literally in fucking half, from a six foot drop out of the storage area on the motherfucking bus! My question is, how the fuck did it slit in half? It's fucking hard as hell! Like what the fuck?!

Harry came into the room as I sat with the two broken pieces of laptop battery in my lap, examining them. Harry was rummaging through his suitcase, finally pulling out his phone charger. Just before he was about to leave;

"Why did you throw my bag, Harry?!"

"Fuck off!"

He slammed the hotel door shut, hard, making one of the framed pictures on the wall fall to the floor, and the glass shattered all over the wood, in small tiny pieces I couldn't see. Putting my socks back on, I tried to carefully walk over the mess to get Harry, but, of course, I fucked up. A piece of glass cut through the sock and went into my skin, and it hurt, fucking bad. Walking out of the room, Aaron saw my expression and asked what's wrong.

"I need, like, a pair of tweezers and a band-aid. And maybe my asshole boyfriend."

Blood now was dripping onto the carpet in the hallway. Aaron helped me into the room with Paul. Aaron whispered in Paul's ear before leaving the room. Paul helped me onto Aaron's bed as he came back with a pair of tweezers, cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a box of band-aids. Lifting my foot onto his knee, he noticed the sock. Thinking for a second, he didn't have any scissors on hand, so he just ripped my sock in half, like the fucking battery.

Carefully taking out the shard, Paul wiped my foot with a rubbing alcohol soaked cotton swab, maybe rougher than he should have. Breathing heavy, he put a fresh clean band-aid onto my cut and helped me sit up. I limped out of the room, to see Harry walking towards me. Unlocking the hotel door, he held it open as I limped inside. Sitting on the bed, Harry went to the bathroom as I called Johnathan to come back and pick me up. I don't have to deal with Harry's bullshit. Coming back out, he took a deep breath, but you could still tell he was angry.

"So what happened?"

He asked annoyed. After hearing his voice, I stared at him. Trying to figure out why he was angry. Why is he so upset at me? Why is my sweet Harry acting like a dickhead? What the literal fuck!?

"Why are you mad at me?"

"Because your off showing your ass to the world!"

Are you fucking serious right now! You were the one that got me naked, you were the one that held me and kissed me, you are the one that left that fucking window open!! Harry came over and sat on the bed, next to me as he put his head in his hands. I stared and stared and stared, until Harry looked up at me. I stood up, uneasily from the bed. Harry kept his angered eyes on me the whole time. Once I stood right in front of him, I smacked him across the face.

Throwing all my shit into my bag, I zipped it quickly, and sped out the door. Finally noticing the glass free floor, I smiled, even though I was still mad at Harry. Banging on Niall's door, Niall appeared in the door frame with a bag of chips. I started to walk in when Harry gripped my wrist and pulled me back. Being close to his face, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Liam told me about this. When Zayn left, he began drinking heavily. But, once I came to see him, he stopped. He must've slipped under the drunk spell again. And the only alcohol that I was ever in his reach today was on the bus. On that motherfucking stupid ass bus! Seeing all the pictures of me naked must've drove him to drink and now he's black out drunk.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Harry whispered onto my lips. His hand was starting to crush my wrist, probably enough for it to start turning purple. I heard a plastic-y type bag drop, when I looked to see what it was Harry yanked at my hair. I yelped in pain, feeling the tears start to go down my face.

"Home, I just want-to go home."

"You know, I don't sleep with whores."

Did Harry just call his own girlfriend a whore!? WHAT THE FUCK STOP!?

"Well, you already did it, so."

Removing myself from his grip, he striked his hand up high in the air. He was going to slap me. Harry was angry at me for all the things I've so-called done. Seeing his hand start to go down, I screamed but the intense slap never came. I heard a loud crash before carefully opening up my eyes.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he hit you? Are you going to be alright? Did he hurt you in anyway, Alexis?"

Louis asked, concerned. His arms wrapped around me as I saw Niall screaming at Harry for what he almost did. I turned around to see Liam holding up a camera, recording the whole situation.

"Liam, what are you doing?"

I asked sniffling.

"Recording this so when Harry's sober, we can beat the shit out of him then make him cry."

He replied. Wow, I have really fucked up friends. But, it's okay, all my other friends would do the same. I sat in Louis arms, watching the whole scenario play out as I sniffled with my tears.

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Well, that was really bad. Harry should stop getting drunk. Let me know what you think will happen next? Btw, I hope you enjoyed an third update. This was supposed to be for next week, but I had time to work on it today. Miss you, love.

-betsyD44