HUNGER | h. styles

01

Camille Hart

"Alright, I can't take unpacking anymore. Let's go get extremely fucked up" Amara says, walking into my newly put together room. She dramatically falls onto my bed before taking in her surroundings. "How the fuck did you already unpack everything?"

"Oh my god, you're finally speaking my language. It's day sixty without dick, i'm relapsing" I say before joining her on my bed. "also, Roman helped me earlier. He would've helped you too but you called him a whore"

Amara, Roman, and I finally decided to move to New York after years of talking about it. When Roman got his modelling contract here, Amara and I wouldn't let him leave without us. We've been talking about opening a vintage store since we were fourteen and we actually did it. We opened up the store a week ago and it's already gotten some business. That's probably just because Roman stood outside of it smoking weed for a while and brought some female attraction over. Nevertheless, we got something!

The store is right beneath our apartment. Which is very lucky for me because i'm intensely out of shape and even walking down our stairs gives me a head rush.

"Oh yeah I forgot you went on a little celibacy run" Amara says before getting up and rummaging through my closet for something to wear. "I guess head doesn't count right, eh? I've seen you walk out of the bathroom at clubs with swollen lips more than once in the last month" My eyes widen and she turns her head to innocently smile at me.

"Oh fuck off, like you don't constantly want to suck Roman off" I say before Amara tackles me back onto the bed. The door opens and we freeze. Roman walks in with a questioning look before Amara and I burst out in laughter.

"I heard my name?" Roman says as he sits down on the bed with us. Amara's face immediately heats up as she walks back to the closet to search some more.

"We were just talking about how you neglected to help her unpack, it was deserved though" I joke as Amara glares at me.

"I stand by what I said, whore" She directs towards Roman who dramatically puts his hand over his heart. "We're going to whatever bar is closest, go get ready"

"Don't take forever this time" He says after kissing both of our cheeks. As soon as he's gone, all hell breaks loose. Clothes all over the floor and makeup products covering any open surface.

Amara chooses to go with a brown leather jacket, a black top, and a beige skirt. All being articles from my closet. I change into a tight red long sleeve and a tight white skirt.

We walk into the living room to a dressed Roman. He went with light wash jeans, a white button down, and a brown leather jacket as well. I'm sure Amara is happy about that.

We leave our quaint apartment into the busy streets and begin our walk down the street to the nearest bar. Luckily for me, it's only a five minute walk.

As we walk in, we realize the bar is quite dead. Only a few stragglers on the dance floor and a couple watching the screen above the bar. The Weeknd quietly plays through the speakers as we walk towards the barstools.

As we take a seat, the bartender seems to be very grateful for more business. He walks over to us immediately. As he turns his head towards us, his mouth drops a bit before he picks it back up and puts on his customer service smile.

"Hey guys, what can I get you?" He says as he looks directly into my eyes. Amara orders a few rounds of shots for us, impatient to get this night started. Three shots gets put in front of each of us, Roman downs them all at once while Amara and I take a few minutes.

"I've never seen you guys here before, new to the city?" The bartender, whose name I've learned to be Sebastian, asks us curiously. He sets down a few more shots in front of each of us, these we all down quickly.

"We just moved here last week, we're finally getting out of the apartment and store though" I say and he questions the store part. "We own a vintage store just down the block"

"Oh shit! You guys own that one? I just saw it, i've been meaning to check it out. Now that I know such attractive people own it i'll definitely be coming in soon" He says, earning a laugh from all of us. Our gazes fix on each other as Amara and Roman excuse themselves to go play pool.

"What about you? What brings you to the city?" I ask as he smiles at me. He answers but I can't focus on a single thing he says. He smiles at me as he sees where my gaze lands, his lips.

I heard him say he grew up here and that he took over his fathers business after he passed away. He hasn't been getting much business, which is quite clear.

"You know what can bring you some more business? Turn up the fucking music old man!" I say smiling. The music is very low, giving it a dull essence.

"Any requests madam?" He says as he retrieves his phone from behind the bar. He goes into his spotify and hands me the phone. I choose to play Tamagotchi by Omar Apollo and turn up the volume significantly. I put a few other songs on queue, being excited to pick the music. He smiles at my choice and a scream of excitement can be heard from Amara.

"I've always wanted to learn how to bartend, it seems so fun watching you mix the drinks" I laugh and he waves his hand for me to join him behind the bar. He shows me a few basic drinks, which we happily drink together. He also shows me how to mix the drinks, which I desperately fail at, i'm blaming it on the alcohol though.

The song changes to Lost in the Fire by the Weeknd, and Seb cant stop looking at me. He glances up and down between my eyes and my lips until something inside him snaps. His lips connect to mine as more and more people come in. He grabs the back of my thighs, lifts me up to the lower part of the bar table and steps in between my legs. He places his hand on my jaw and rubs it lightly. By the time the next song plays, people are coming in like crazy.

He only stops kissing me when customers come to the bar, one I recognize a little too well. He faces away from me, giving me full view of his stupid curly hair. He turns his face a bit for me to see his side profile and my eyes widen. He just has to be here right now.

He fully turns around and so do I, I doubt he'd recognize me by the back of my head like I just did for him.

"Seb I have to go, i'm so sorry" I give him a peck and run over to my friends before he can convince me to stay. They see me running over and immediately look at me like i'm crazy.

"Fucking Harry is here" I say out of breath and their eyes widen and look around. When they see him they gather their shit and we all make a b-line for the exit. I send a smile and a wave towards Sebastian and he smirks back at me, mouthing 'call me'. I look at him confused until I open my phone and realize he put his information in my contacts. I smile and nod before running off with my friends.

"Why the fuck is he in New York? I thought he lived in L.A?" I think out loud while they try to make sense of it themselves. Amara unlocks the door to our apartment and we all cram in at once. Harry always puts me into a bad mood, his music, his magazines, his movies, even when anyone talks about him, I'm immediately rolling my eyes. If only his fans knew who he actually is.

We've all hated Harry for a long time, but that's a story for another time.