My god I love happy endings. If I ever wrote a sad ending to a book, it ain't me.
"How's it going in here? The smiths treating you well?" He gave the most high pitched he'd scream he could, I'd just started dancing.
God knows what I was dancing too. I fucking hate the smiths. "Izzy! Get in here and dance with me!"
She did not hesitate. We were going out so she had her heels on. "Dance with me."
We just started dancing around him, doing all sorts of moves that came to my head. I hadn't realised I knew this many until I did them.
"Oh fuck yeah!" She yells as i started shuffling around the floor. My sunglasses falling off the top of my head over my eyes. "Are you guys dancing to the smiths right now?"
"He hates the smiths." I said. "He also hates this song." Izzy said, Hannah Montana blasting. Daisy ran in and started dancing with us u til eventually we'd all just disturbed his very slow death.
"You can change your hair and you change your clothes..."
He just did not stop screaming. I'd put disco lights in here to match the beat of the song which was even better.
This is what he deserved, a bunch of teenagers dancing around him to Hannah Montana while he sits there and bleeds out.
This feels like a childhood dream being achieved.
I was hoping Vienna would never have to do this. But looking at this right now I don't think she'll ever have to.
More Hannah Montana was playing. This seemed worse than the smiths.
This music was so much fun to dance to. "Stop it!" He screams. "Shut up!" Izzy yells. I'm not sure what the dance was but Izzy calls it the giving a thumbs up dance.
We'd all done it in sync without a single word spoken. Which was probably the funniest part of this whole thing. "Eat shit bitch. We're gonna go get drunk now."
They all walked out one by one. Louis dragging me down by my jacket, kissing me hard just before we left the room. "Izzy you reckon if we'd just die. That earlier he might've changed?"
"You can't change the way the world spins Harry." She says. "No but I can just give him a lobotomy. Treat him like a little hamster."
We were all pretty drunk, dancing to whatever music was closest.
James and Chase were watching Vienna, Chase was watching Diana but she was babysitting him so really there shouldn't be any issues.
We'd all ended up in that same store, with the same wings. The American flagged sunglasses on Louis made some part of my brain go haywire. "I need you so unbelievably bad. Have my children."
I lean against him. "I'm afraid I cannot. I have a penis." He whispers. "Thats so fine. I can deal with that. Just one baby. Promise."
"If only I could." I tap his nose. "You're so pretty I love you. I've said it twice now. I'm just owning it."
"You're pretty drunk." He says, kissing me softly. "Drunk and in love with you." Grabbing his face, I dramatically pull myself back, making the smacking noise. "It's not that I don't want to say it. I'm scared."
"Of what?" He huffs. "Dying." I nod. "That's a very rash thing to be scared of. Take your time. Just know that I love you. Okay?"
"Even after that?" He laughs. "Always. And you can't stop me mother fucker.."
Dancing my way through the crowd, I dance my way through my drinks until I dragged Louis down to dance with me.
"I do not know what I'm doing." He says. "Shoulders- loosen up baby. You're fine. Look, follow me." Pushing his jacket from his shoulders. I move his shoulders with mine.
"There we go. Use your whole body, hips too. Like when you're sat, only right now you're stood." I smiled.
Watching as the drinks slowly took over his brain. "There we go baby. See you're doing great. Don't focus on being good, you're just dancing. Nothing important."
The purple lighting made him look fucking perfect. I wasn't sure what it was but my god was it addicting. "Yeah go slow. Just like that."
Dancing with him like this was probably going to be stuck in my head until I take my last breath, and my god was I going to take advantage of it.
Holding his hips, I pulled him in closer. Grazing my lips over his, letting him kiss me. "I don't think I can actually be in public right now." He says between kisses. "Good cause I want you elsewhere."
Pushing him through the crowd of people. I keep him against me, trying to find somewhere to have him that wasn't out in public.
There was a spare bathroom. It was free and it had a lock on it. "The world must fucking love me. My god." I push him into the bathroom. Locking the door and sitting him on the counter. "Are you sure there's nobody in here?"
"Mhm. I'll check." It wasn't a very big bathroom. It really didn't take much to make sure we were alone.
"We're alone." I was getting desperate now. And warm, I had to pull my shirt off before I completely lost my head. "You're funny when you're horny. You get all agitated."
"Don't piss me off." I pull him to the edge of the counter. Pressing his hand over my jeans.
I was completely out of it, all I remember is his fucking noises. I'd play them on repeat if I could. Leaving the bathroom was a humbling experience but he was laughing so I wasn't as terrified as I would've been.
"Come on. Dance with me." He says. Dragging me back in with the others. "Did you guys just fuck!?" Zayn yells. "Mind your business!" I yelled back. "You got here an hour ago you couldn't have waited for the second hour?"
"Shut the fuck up!" We both yelled. "You both have sex hair by the way." He says. "Yeah but look at his face." I said, turning Louis to look at him. "Mhm. I see it."
"Clearly not the way I see it." I scoffed. "I don't swing that way Harry."
"Yeah? We lying now?" He frowns. "Vegas? Last year?" He smacks his hands over his mouth. "Oh my god! Whatever. You stopped my dancing."
"As you were." I was hoping that once my dad was out of our lives we would be able to just do normal college things- minus the child. That would be responsible.
But next week I'm hoping I can just go to class without worrying one of my friends has been kidnapped by my father for reasons I'm not even sure of.
Might even start tomorrow. Either way I didn't really care that much, just wanted to be normal.
"I just can't get you out of my head..."
Me and Tyler both gave each other that death glare as the flashbacks hit us. "It will not be spoken of!" He yells. "No but it will be remembered!"
"You wanna do it anyway?" He holds his hands out. "Why the fuck not. Come on then."
We jumped up onto the table, neither of us entirely sure how we'd just given in that easily. We ended up high and then the song just kept playing so we made a dance.
It wasn't very normal, part of me thinks we'd watched too much coyote ugly but there's not much we can do about it now.
The people loved it and I was having fun. Plus Tyler was having the time of his life. I'm not even sure what this was, it was a mix between line dancing and just straight up stripper moves. "
