¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.6

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

Sleeping on a couch was the most uncomfortable experience I had. There was no place for movement, and if I did turn my back to Harry, I was scared he would press me against the backrest, and I would suffocate to death. I couldn't help but wish he would've fallen on the floor. The thought of pushing him off the couch crossed my mind so many times that it was honestly embarrassing. Plus, it was burning hot. We didn't have anything over us, yet I felt like I had the worst fever in my entire life. Harry seemed to like it, though. He had his arms around me, pressing me against his chest with his head over mine. My legs were between his as I was breathing against his neck. Turns out, the guy who doesn't like people is a cuddler.

Despite Harry's tight grip on me, I managed to fall asleep again. I wasn't sure how many hours had passed when I was woken by a loud noise coming from the hallway. At first, I thought it was an intruder because of all the banging and curses. Calling 911 crossed my mind, but when the hallway light turned on, it was quickly gone from my memory. I pretended to be asleep, watching Zayn narrowly under my half-closed eyelids.

He walked out of his bedroom in a My Chemical Romance shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair was a mess, and he seemed tired. Then he walked in the entrance direction, disappearing from my sight.

"Guess who's flying to Las Vegas tomorrow!" a hoarse voice echoed through the apartment after the click sound of a lock.

Zayn chuckled softly before shushing him. "We've got people over," Zayn warned the guy who sounded too much like Louis.

"Aria's not a guest! That bitch basically lives here," the other guy continued talking loudly. Harry moved under me, making me turn my attention to him.

Harry's brows furrowed at the pesky voice, but when his big hand sneaked under the zip-up and around my warm waist, his features softened. I could almost swear I saw his lips twitch into a smile.

"Aria left, like, two hours ago," Zayn's voice made me get back in my previous sleep position. They didn't turn the lights on, giving me more coverage under the darkness. I watched him walk into the living room, followed by Kelly. The blonde's dress pants hung loosely on his hips, revealing his boxers. He had a white button-up shirt on his body that was covered in red stains. And since I was getting more familiar with blood, I could tell that wasn't the source for the crimson oval-like stains.

"Two hours ago, I was getting it on at a yacht," Kelly cheered, walking fast after Zayn until I could no longer see them. "I wish Harry got me into that yachting stuff earlier."

Yachting ... the term sounded too familiar, but I couldn't tell where I knew it from.

"That Charley guy was there," Kelly added, making it click in my head.

Charles was known for throwing yacht parties, where he would have all kinds of famous people or just ones in need of money to have sex with. He did it all the time. I didn't know Kelly was into that kind of stuff, too. Well, he looked like a guy getting blowjobs from prostitutes, but yachting was different from paying thirty bucks for a head. The sex workers took more money than he could count. I knew it from experience. Once, I spent three grand on a guy to go down on me - it was desperate times, don't judge me.