I Hate You More

Put Some Fucking Pants On

Harlen

"Come on," I whined. My words came out as more of a slur do to the amount of drinking I had done in the past two hours. We decided to celebrate after the show tonight, and what else was celebrating for, "five more minutes Michael please?"

Michael volunteered to stay sober tonight. He wanted to get interesting content, and also wanted to keep the boys and I from doing something stupid. It was kind of cute that he thought he could keep an eye on all five of us at one time.

"No," He sighed, "and where the hell are the boys?"

"They're in the bathroom." I slurred my lie out with ease. Ok, I had trouble forming the words but, he believed them, so it was an absolute win.

"God damnit," Michael muttered, "kay. I'm going to go get them. You. Stay. Here."

I nodded but, that didn't stop me from racing out of the back entrance immediately after he was out of sight. I stumbled to the bus, and opened the door to find Sebastian and Samuel rocking each other back and forth to the song blasting through the speakers. Emerson and Remington were on the couch laughing their asses off.

"What the hell?" I giggled pulling Remington's attention to me.

We were all off of our asses, and that made everything going on ten times funnier to everyone.

"Harley Davidson," Remington yelled as he launched himself towards me. He is such a childish drunk, "I missed you!"

"You saw me five fucking minutes ago you dweeb." I said pushing him away from me by placing my palm to his forehead.

"Shh," He chuckled, "come dance with me."

Remington grabbed ahold of my hand and lead me away from the door before twirling me in a circle and rocking us back and forth as we all drunkenly screamed along to the lyrics.

And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on?

My jaw dropped at the sight of Sebastian planting his lips on Samuel for a brief second.

"Holy shit." Michael laughed pulling all of our attention to him as he put his camera down.

None of us heard him come in but, that kind of made it all even funnier. Well, maybe it wasn't funny but, we all laughed hysterically like it was.

"Michael," Emerson yelled, "I'm hungry! Take me to get a taco!"

"No," Michael sighed. Poor guy, "we have food here and we have to leave soon."

Before Michael could finish his statement Sebastian and Sam were out the door, and running towards a porta potty that was against the outside wall of the venue. Michael rolled his eyes and took his camera back out as Jason, our bus driver, came out to see what all the commotion was. I didn't hear what was being said, or what was going on because Emerson shut the door, and locked it behind them.

"If I don't get a taco, he doesn't get warmth," Emerson groaned, "now, I'm going to take a nap. Don't wake me up."

Without another word Emerson stumbled to his bunk, and presumably passed out upon contact with his blankets.

"It's just you and me," Remington mumbled. The smirk on his face caused a feeling of warmth to pass through my body, which sobered me up pretty quickly, "you're outfits always look really good. You always look really good."

"Ok," I scoffed taking his hand and dragging him into the bathroom, "you need to be sober now."

I lightly pushed Remington into the shower and turned the cold water on. He giggled for a couple seconds but, then the drunken expression left his face.

"Alright," He yelled, "stop that! That water's cold as fuck!"

I smirked as I turned the water off, and watched him stand up. His makeup was now running, and his black clothes were now soaked, along with his hair. Remington took his shirt off and rung it out. He then did the same thing with his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. This left my eyes on his body.

"Do you see something you like," He smirked, causing me to roll my eyes, "it's ok. I'm used to it."

I scoffed before lightly pushing him but, due to the shower floor being wet, he stumbled, taking me down with him.

"Jeez," Remington let out a breathy chuckle, "you didn't have to do all that. You could've just asked for a hug."

"Remington," I said seriously as I looked him in the eyes. He looked at me, his eyes flickering to my lips every so often, "shut the fuck up."

I laughed at the shocked expression on his face as I stood up, and offered him my hand. He took it but, didn't let go when he was on his feet.

"What are you looking at?" I said confused.

Remington didn't answer he just moved his lips closer to mine.

"What are you doing?" The words left my mouth in a whisper but, I didn't move. Something in me kept me in that spot, with his lips inches from mine.

Remington pulled me in and kissed me harshly, allowing me to taste the tequila and cigarettes that lingered in his breath. My brain told me to pull away but, my body kept me right there, kissing back. Before I knew it, I was pressed against the door, with his tongue stuffed down my throat. Not that I minded. What the fuck do I mean 'not that I minded? Jesus fuck, this guy was driving me insane. Remington was pulled off of me by the sound of a shoe hitting the window in the bathroom.

"What the fuck?" He chuckled, turning his body around towards the sound. Just as he stood on the toilet, and opened the window, Emerson opened the door and crammed himself into the small space with us.

"What the hell was that?" Emerson groaned. He got up next to Remington, and tugged in the white hat he had put on god knows when, "oh. It's you. Go ayway."

Emerson's new accent pulled a laugh from my lips.

"Open the door!" I couldn't see his face but, I could tell it was Sebastian.

"Go. Ayway." Emerson repeated, slapping Sebastian's hand when it tried to come through the window.

"Open the door." Sebastian slurred.

Emerson kept repeating his phrase, while Remington reached out of the window and bopped his older brother on the forehead. They were children I swear to fucking god.

"Em," Sam groaned. It sounded like he was sobering up as well, "open the door and we can go get a taco."

Emerson went silent for a minute, and then shut the window, and climbed off the toilet and out of the bathroom.

"Really Em? Just like that?" Remington scoffed.

"Don't judge me. I'm hungry," Emerson groaned, "and put some fucking pants on."

I stepped out into the aisle and watched Emerson run to the front door like a five year old who's friend just got here for a play date. He then grabbed his jacket and opened the door just long enough to slip outside.

"He didn't even put shoes on," I scoffed. I turned my head back towards the bathroom when Remington who was simply staring at me, "jesus christ. What do you want?"

Remington hopped off of the toilet with ease, before walking over to me and once again smashing his lips on to mine. He only pulled back when we both ran out of breath.

"I want you." He breathed out with his forehead rested against mine.

I didn't know what the hell was happening. Where it was going to go, or how the fuck we even got here. Maybe we were still drunk. Maybe this was a bad idea. In that moment, I only knew one thing.

I wanted him too.