Faceless [H.S]

Bad Fucking News. 21

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

I found my bare feet stomping throughout the club, shoving through bodies angrily. The heat radiating off of me could be felt, I was sure. I was boiling, fuming even. All I could think about was Harry's words to me and how badly I wanted to wring his neck. I wanted to cry and scream, but I felt completely void of any emotion. I could feel that familiar sting and pinch on the bridge of my nose, and that lump in my throat, but nothing would come out. Embarrassed was an understatement, I couldn't even believe it. I let my own horniness get the best of me, I let the liquor get to me.

No, the truth was I let the desperation get to me. 

Harry was nothing but bad fucking news. And I was stupid. 

"Vaaaaal, I was looking for you!" Olivia's drunk voice hung in the air. I swiveled entirely and met her gaze--and there she was, her makeup smeared and her eyes low. I gritted my teeth. She looked like she was fucked up.

"Let's go," I snapped. I honestly didn't even want to be around her. She left me entirely deserted. I was fucking pissed.

"Are you mad?" She hiccuped. I grabbed her wrist and started pushing throughout more bodies. 

"Fuck yeah, but your safety matters to me more," I managed. I was upset with her--but unlike her, I wouldn't leave her behind this weak and impressionable. I just wanted to be out of here, and being loyal--I needed her to leave, too. She wrapped her arms around me and let me practically carry her throughout the club.

"I'm sorry, Val," Olivia said, softly. "His accent, like--he was just so hot, and like--" Hiccup. "Like, how could I resist? And like, his dick--" Hiccup.

"I'm good, I'm fine," I closed my eyes for a moment. I didn't need to even hear about this. I didn't want to.  "Whatever, I have to get you out of here." 

I still felt a bit fuzzy--but I was no where near the level I was that night at Cloud Nine. I was blacked out then. I wish I was blacked out now, I was so fucking over tonight. We made it outside, and thankfully, Harry was no where to be seen. Him or that blonde prick.

"I never got his name or his number, he's soooo lame," Olivia said, leaning on me. I looked at the brunette and just shook my head. She was so clueless. 

"What a typical fuck boy..." I muttered. He was friends with Harry, I didn't expect any less. "I'll be single forever."

She giggled.

The sounds of New York were heightened, or perhaps it was my sensitivity to everything around me. The muffled music, the drunk women, the horny men. I rubbed my temples for a moment, trying to find some calm in this storm. Olivia was rambling on and on about the blonde boy.

I took out my phone and opened the Uber app, typing in Hotel Elite and just waiting for the night to end.