L O V E R ~ h.s

4

Continues at the party

Once Harry left, I finished my blunt and decided it was time to go home. After I made it back inside, I made my way through the seas of sweaty bodies to try and find Arabella or Nick. The last time I saw Arabella, she was dancing away, and the last time I saw Nick, he was smoking out back. My mind was set on finding Arabella first since we live together and I wouldn't want her to go back home alone and drunk.

After searching the entire first floor, I made my way upstairs. This house is a maze, so I am forced to open every door to try and locate her. Towards the end of the hallway, I see a room with a light on. As I make my way over, couples are against the wall, making out and doing other things I wish I didn't have to witness. Finally reaching the door, I knock against it.

"Someone's in here," a girl who sounded exactly like Arabella answered.

"Arabella? It's me, Davina. Are you okay? I think it's time to head home."

It took her some time to answer, but she eventually opened the door, and I was not only greeted by her but by another female as well. She walks right past me without looking in my direction and darts down the stairs.

I turn back over to Arabella with a smirk on my face, and all I can see is how red her cheeks are.

"Don't talk about it," she laughs and links her arm around mine.

We make our way back downstairs, and I see Nick heading out the front door. I unlink my arm from Arabella and run towards him.

"Hey, where were you?" I question.

"Nowhere. Are you ready to leave? I'm leaving," he answered without barely looking over his shoulder.

His words and the way he was acting didn't sit right with me. I wanted to question him further, but I knew that was not the right thing to do. Nick is rarely ever cold or dry, especially if it's to me. So when he does act like this, I don't tend to bother him. I know he probably needs some space, and he will eventually tell me.

Arabella catches up with me, and I grab her hand. "Yeah, we are heading out too."

Nick insisted on walking Arabella and me home since I didn't take my car because I knew I would be under the influence of something, and Arballea never drives anywhere. As we were walking, I couldn't help but wonder what happened back at the party that made Nick act like this. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Arabella spoke.

"So, are you really not going to ask me about the girl?"

"You told me not to ask about it. I simply respected it."

Arabella giggles and rolls her eyes at me. "Obviously, I want you to ask me about it. You are my best friend; you were going to find out one way or another."

I smile at her and tell her to tell me everything. As she spoke, I couldn't help but admire her. Arabella was a beautiful girl and honestly deserved the world. She has been by my side since the beginning, and I would kill for her. She and Nick are my only family, and I couldn't ask for a better pair of best friends.

"And after, we went into the bathroom and did our thing, you know? It was so good. Her fingers worked like magic man, and those lips...I will be thinking about them for days." As she speaks, she spins around and acts like she is in a movie.

Nick turns around and, in a mocking voice, says "Which pair of lips?" Arabella gasps and hits him in the arm. I burst out laughing and couldn't help but fold over in doing so.

We finally reach Arabella and I's apartment, and Nick leaves to go home. We tried our best to make our way up the stairs, but ultimately failed a couple of times. We hold onto each other as we finally make our way through the door and silently agree to just go straight to bed. And by that, I mean my bed. Once we get comfortable, Arabella speaks up.

"So... are you just not going to tell me about that guy you were smoking with? He is really cute. Like really cute." I smile and think about his face. Those green eyes that pierce into mine, his long, curly hair, his smile, him...

"We had seen each other the other day in the library and ran into each other again at the party. He's a nice guy to sit with and converse with. Very mysterious though."

She just hums back to me, but I know it's because she is slowly falling asleep. I am not that tired, so I just lay there and wait for her breathing to settle down, so I know she is fully asleep. I slowly get up from my bed, put my shoes back on, and head out the door.

The night sky is dark, and the wind is cold against my skin. I head for an abandoned area under the highway, which I consider my smoking spot. As I am approaching my spot, I notice a tent set up and a fire going. No one ever comes here, so I am a bit confused.

"Hello?" I call out. No response, but I do hear some shuffling around. The tent unzips, and an older man comes out.

"What do you want?" He says it in an annoyed voice.

Blood rushes through my veins as I take in the area around me. It's 3 in the morning, no cars are out, and this spot is pretty much isolated. No cops ever come around.

I turn my back towards him, reach down into my boot, and take out my knife. I always keep it on me and never leave the house without it. In case an opportunity like this comes up,

When I turn back around, he has a confused expression on his face. I just point behind him, and when I'm out of his line of vision, I lunge towards him and tackle him. Since I got him from behind, he is vulnerable.

"What the hell are you doing?" the man screams as he tries to get me off him.

I quickly dig my knife into his back as he screams in agony. His pleas start to drown out as I repeatedly shove the knife into his back. Blood covers me entirely and soon turns into a bloody mess. I get off of him and turn him on his back, and to my surprise, he is still alive, barely hanging onto life.

I take one final look at him, raise the knife, and pierce it right into his heart. His breathing slows down, and I can see his soul leaving his body. I stand there for a little before I go into his tent and see what he has in there.

There is a sleeping bag and a book bag. Thats it. I take his bag and look through it, only to find a pack of cigarettes. I take them and head back outside. The man's lifeless body lays there, and I sit next to him. I try to feel something, and I do, but all I feel is nothing. Just emptiness.

I smoke his cigarettes and just stare into space. I think about Arabella and how I have been keeping her from this. Arabella is a sweetheart; she is loving, and she feels remorse. I can't let her see this side of me. Losing her or having her see me differently would destroy me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard some leaves crunch behind me. Bolting up, I turn around and try to see who is there. No one ever comes here, so I am a bit on high alert. The steps are coming closer to me, but I can't tell from where.

And that's when I hear his thick, heavy British accent.

"Hey dove"

A/N: so sorry for the late update 😔 school has been busy but I'll be posting more. I hope you guys enjoy it!