Ecstasy [h.s.]

18

Harry Styles.

May 15, 2023

I push open the bathroom door, catching a glimpse of Scarlett's blonde hair brushing past me as I do so. I stride across the bathroom floor and the soft carpet, grateful that there's no one around for once. The bathroom is quiet, with only the pad of my heavy footsteps to mask the area. I head up to the sink and rise my eyes to meet my own gaze in the mirror. My own green irises reflect back at me, cold and empty. 

Fan-fucking-tastic.

My bloody hands are clutching the sides of the sink next to me, the liquid trickling slowly into the porcelain basin. I shift them so that I can use my wrist to turn on the tap and begin rinsing my hands to get the blood stains off. I keep on scrubbing for a few more minutes, desperate to hide any traces of what just happened. My rings click and clink as I struggle to get all of the blood out of their grooves and crevices.

If I walked back out there in goddamn Kora's house with stains all over my hands, I'd be dead in seconds. And so would Scarlett. I just hope that no one finds the body in the hall behind me until after the gala. Somehow, I find myself privately hoping that Richard isn't dead at all, even if it was just for my own sake. And no one else's, right?

My mind keeps wandering back to Scarlett and the look of fear on her face tonight. I had never seen her look so scared. It had been amusing, to say the least. Watching her with a gun pointed straight at her face, her running from me. I always did love a chase.

But Richard fucking disgusted me. Touching her like that, the way that she shuddered under his hands. I don't know if he's dead or not, but honestly, I don't care and I doubt M will either.

But I think what haunted me the most is the look in her eyes when she glanced at me for just a split second after Richard touched her. She looked to me like I would help her. Like she could trust me.

And that's somehow just too fucking much for me to handle right now.

After scrubbing my hands vigorously in the bathroom, I shake the water off of my inked hands and walk back out to the gala. My eyes scan across the orchestral loudness of the room, everyone gliding around with the stupid old money that I know they all have. I can't see Scarlett anywhere and I groan in frustration, my eyes darting around to look for her in the space while the orchestra pumps music through my ears. 

If she tells anyone about what she saw, I will kill her. I will. I truly will. 

I see Niall from across the room; I desperately need to speak to him right now. He's standing over at the wall, in the midst of various fancy tables. His tongue is inches down some girl's throat as his hands paw over her body hungrily. Louis is standing a few yards away from him, smoking a cigarette while leaning against the wall and staring out at the scene of the gala in front of him.

I shake my head in disgust at both of them before I stride over to Niall as quickly as I can, shoving the girl aside. Niall stumbles back, raising his hands angrily. "Harry, what the fuck?"

"Go find someone else to fuck," I hiss at the girl, standing across from Niall with her arms crossed.

"Asshole-" The girl spits out at me, but she does walk away with a horny glare as I grimace back at her.

"Goddamn Niall, can't you have some class?" I say, glaring at him. Niall opens his mouth to respond but I interrupt him. "Louis," I call out over Niall's shoulder and he turns around to face me. "Don't fucking smoke right now and get your ass over here."

Louis dramatically rolls his eyes but he puts out his cigarette on the white tablecloth on the table next to him, imprinting the soft silk with a ring of darkness. His tattooed fingers drop the white stick down to the carpeted floor with the quietest thud. "What the fuck do you want?" Louis walks closer to where Niall and I are standing, blue eyes boring into me.