Right My Wrongs. || The Kaulitz Twins.

So much more.

"Harley! You need to get up." Tyler said as he dragged the covers off of me. I groaned, pulling them back over my head.

"You've been like this for three days straight babe. He's not worth it!" Gwen said as she sat down on my bed. She caressed my hair, the same way Tom did. I started sobbing into the pillow i've been crying into for three days. The crying was continuous. It would start, then stop, then start, then stop. I fell into a depression after I broke up with Tom.

"Okay.. we're going to a club. You need to get up hun." She said as she took her hand off my head and closed my bedroom door. I sighed into my pillow and sat up in my bed, for the first time in forever. I sat in my bed for a moment before I called Gwen back into my room.

"Yes?" She asked, peeking her head into my room.

"Can you stay in here, while I get dressed?" I said quietly, looking down at my blanket.

"Of course. Do you want me to pick your outfit to?"

"That would be great. Thanks." I smiled up at her as she began looking through my drawers. She lifted pieces up, asking if they were a yes or no and for a moment I felt myself forgetting about Tom and being happy. I knew I could make myself forget about it, but only for a short moment when something got brought up and I was reminded of him. I just hoped this night will let me forget everything completely.

Gwen picked out a strapless star shirt as well as some chunky heels and a studded mini skirt. She also did my makeup which looked super good considering she's never done makeup on anyone else but herself. Gwen and I walked out of my room to meet the boys who were sat in the living room.

"Well done Harley. Let's have some fun tonight." Tyler smiled as he looked at me from the couch. I gave him a flat smile, holding back obvious tears. Only reason I didn't cry was because this makeup was too cute to mess up.

We got to the club and I immediately rushed over to the drinks. If I was going to have fun i'd need some drinks in my system. One to forget about Tom, and two to literally forget anything that happened in the past month.

I was now dancing with 8 shots in my system, two margaritas, a pornstar martini, three sex on the beaches, and one blue mojito. I think I wasn't going to remember anything tonight. I was dancing on the floor, swaying to the song Freek-A-Leek by Petey Pablo.

"Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to?"

I smirked as the song played and felt a pair of hands wrap around me. I learned to forget about Tom and only focused on the persons hands on my waist. The song ended and I turned around in their arms to see a tall dude who was quite attractive.

"Hey baby." He said, making my drunk smile widen.

"Hiiii." I replied, swirling in his arms.

"You wanna do heroin?" I tilted my head at his words. I was super drunk, I couldn't decide for myself. I nodded my head slowly as my eyelids drooped. He took me behind the club and filled the syringe with the substance. He found my vein before injecting it into me. I winced at the contact, but after he pulled the needle out I felt so alive. I started seeing these not long after and had to be dragged out of the club by my band members. The only thing I remember was waking up in my bed the next day.