𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋, 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

I. the bolter

NATALIE JEAN quite enjoyed being single.

She lifted her hips , moaning with pleasure as the brunette's face rustled between her thighs , covering every inch of her with sloppy kisses. 

"Scoot over ," the blonde pushed him aside , "I think she wants me to have a turn."

"I have two sets of lips for a reason." She said simply , gasping at the blonde's tongue entered her privates. 

She didn't know either of their names , but she knew she needed a distraction from what the Internet was saying about her. It was either this or drowning herself in a bottle of red wine and her guitar , and this seemed easier.

Her lips connected with the brunette's easily , his soft and perfectly kissable. She was barely able to focus on them though with the blonde's face in between her legs.

"Oh, God. I'm gonna-" she didn't even bother to finish her sentence , she just moaned loudly and leaned her head back. 

"Fuck. She only finished so easily because I started ," the brunette boy rolled over onto his back , breathing hard.

The other stood up , licking his lips. "Keep telling yourself that."

Natalie nudged his leg with her foot. "Can I get your name now?"

"Won't that ruin all the fun?"

"Mine is Tommy ," the brown haired boy interjected.

"Not very moanable." She giggled , flipping over so she was on his stomach.

The mystery man was already pulling on his plain white t-shirt , like he had somewhere to be. It made Natalie more interested in him , since Tommy was so easy.

' What's his name?' she mouthed to him.

"Zach ," he said aloud. She palmed her forehead.

"Yeah?"

"Give Nat a goodbye kiss before you go ," he laughed. She rolled off of him and onto her feet , drunkenly falling into Zach's arms. 

He pulled her chin up to meet his eyes , using his other hand to take hold of the back of her neck and slam his lips into hers. A mix of alcohol , sweat , and cigarettes filled her mouth. He pulled away after about a minute or so , giving her a drunk smile. "Catch you later , Nat."

And with that , the two boys left her hotel room , and suddenly it was a lot quieter now.

The silence only lasted for 10 blissful seconds before her phone began to ring (her ringtone was Fireproof by One Direction , so it wasn't so awful). She accepted the call from her manager Leslie and tried her best to sound sober. "Hello?"

"Natalie , what did I tell you about answering the phone? I've been texting you nonstop. Someone is coming downtown to meet with the two of us in twenty minutes. You need to get down here."

"Les , I'm not feeling the best right now. Can this wait-"

"No , it cannot. Stop day drinking and get your ass downtown."

And with that , she hung up. There were never too many words with her.

She stumbled into the bathroom to attempt to freshen up. She had no time to shower, so the best she could do was wash the makeup from the night before off her face.

She brushed her teeth and put on her nicest "I'm not trying too hard" outfit - a pair of baggy light wash jeans and a white sweater. She pulled her hair into a half up - half down hairstyle as not messy as she could , but she had no energy to make it look good.