Ecstasy [h.s.]

09

May 7, 2023

"God, did you really walk in on Harry fucking some girl in his dressing room last night?" Briar leans in towards me, her eyes glinting mischievously.

I pull back, mouth gaping. Were we really that loud? 

Shit, that sounds horrible.

 "How did you figure out about that?"

The three of us are standing with our luggage. in the back parking lot of the hotel where the band had stayed last night. It's a beautiful hotel, located just outside of the city. The grand architecture of the building is a perfect blend of classic and modern styles, featuring marble columns, ornate carvings, and a sweeping entrance. The hotel's name, written in gold letters, is displayed prominently above the entrance, adding a touch of glamour to the overall look of the place.

Multiple tour buses surround us, with employees and guards swarming around us, trying to keep fans off the premises. We're waiting for our bus assignments and for the boys to finally show up. 

"Niall told us," Alex says, smirking, "he overheard Harry yelling at you, and he apparently kicked the girl out right after."

My head drops in my hands out of pure embarrassment and I press my palms to my forehead. Another reason for Harry to annoy me. "Do you think he's still pissed about it?"

Briar stammers for the first time since I met her like she's trying her best to not make me feel bad. "Uh, well, he does take getting laid pretty seriously, so maybe."

"God," I huff out, crossing my arms. "It was a bit funny though, to be honest." I bite my lip to try and contain my wandering smile.

Alex snorts, inhaling deeply. "I bet it was. Did you really tell him that you hoped the girl was hot?"

I gape at Alex in shock. Did Niall just hear everything? "Niall's a fucking snitch."

Briar laughs at my words. "That he is."

The boys finally exit the building, surrounded by security guards and dressed in their usual grungy style. Why are there always so many guards? Zayn's eyes light up when he sees me. "Hey Scarlett,"

"Hi Zayn," I say quietly, unsure as to why he's making a valid attempt to speak to me.

His eyebrows furrow at my tone, and he opens his mouth to speak like he desperately wants to say something, but Liam pushes into him from behind, sending Zayn basically hurtling toward the buses on the pavement. "What's up with you?" Briar says, confused at my cold tone towards Zayn.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." I lie, trying to get Briar off of my back. I just don't want to tell anyone about the history between the boys and me.

Jagger strides into the parking lot, looking as tall and buff as ever, clipboard in hand with a pencil tucked behind his ear. "Alright, bus assignments. Briar, Alex, Scarlett, you two are going on Bus 1 with the band."

"What?" The words stumble out of me before I can stop them. No way can I spend the next few hours on a bus surrounded by the boys I hate the most.

"Is that going to be a problem?" Jagger says, crossing his muscular arms with a snarky look on his face like he wasn't expecting me to be an issue.

"No, no." Briar jumps in, grabbing my arm in caution. "She's fine."

"Whatever," Jagger says, rolling his eyes as he continues with his instructions and assignments.

"Why did you do that, how is it appropriate to have three girls stay on a bus alone with five guys?" I pull away from her. In reality, I couldn't care less about the chastity of all, but it was certainly a good excuse for me to get away from this stupid band.