R O L L I N G R E D •H.S•

❦58 • s h i n i n g d o w n o n o u r p a r a d e

• H A R R Y •

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As of right about now, I'm starting to feel the thickness of the rum as it slides down my scratchy throat.

"We're on in about..." Niall checks his watch, "now." His shoulders slump and before Kelly comes over to us and nags us to get on stage, I take another sip of my drink and set it down onto the counter top of the bar. The whiskey blues that they have been playing is filling the air as we start to set up.

Before I fix the mic stand, I look over at Angela who is flirting with some guy, someone who's old enough to be her damn father. My eyes roll slightly, but I'm able to focus. I turn my attention back to the stand and adjust it to my height, and wait for the other boys to get situated.

I start to sway in my spot to the music that's playing, and as I nod my head over to Liz to grab my drink from the bar, she grabs it and brings it over to me. I take a small sip as I keep swaying my hips to the music, and eventually, I get lost in the blues.

"I play the blues for you."

I finish off a small part of the lyrics to the song as I dance in my spot. My loose dress shirt that's not even buttoned all up the way—clings to my sweaty chest, allowing the sweat to shine from the low lights that beam down on me. When did they adjust the lights to shine right on me? Though, I am on stage after all. I'm the center of the show.

A smirk crawls over my lips as I sing more lyrics.

"Play the blues."

Swaying my hips side to side, a glass of rum in my hand, I tuck my bottom lip in between my teeth as I tilt my head down and bob my head to the strums of the guitar in the song that is playing overhead on the speakers.

"I'm ready," Louis says from behind me. He goes to stand behind the drums and takes a seat, tapping one of the panels a few times to get peoples attention, and then stops. Once the crowd has gathered around the stage, and we have the attention of the people who sit at the bar, I quickly get into my spot behind the mic and clear my throat.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Harry, and we are R O L L I N G R E D," I say lowly as the next song that's blasting from the speakers gently eases into a soft tune and then eventually, it dies down all together and it's completely quiet. As Louis starts beating on the drums, Niall and Zayn quickly start strumming the strings, and eventually, my lips part to start to sing the song that I pray will be leaked online. It was written quickly, but it seemed fitting as Molly was calling me late at night and Liz was over. Not when I had her over by my own will, but, it felt as if I was cheating. I was, truthfully I have been and that makes me one arrogant son of a bitch.

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"Honey, why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud..."

Molly invades my mind as I close my eyes. Memories of us flash through my mind. Bits and pieces here and there. Some sexual, some not.