Heartbreaker [h.s.]

Chapter fifteen

"Oi! Can you hear that out there?!?" Niall paces in front of me rubbing his hands together, the excitement radiating off of him. "Sounds even louder than the last one, yeah?" Louis takes a long drag off his cigarette and flicks it onto the concrete. Crushing it with his boot he chuckles. "It's pretty wild, gotta say."

"Sounds like the doors are opening if they're screaming like that." Taking another drag, my cigarettes's snatched from my lips. The tall brunette I brought backstage sucks on the filter a little too provocatively to get my attention. No need, she already has it with what she's wearing- skin tight leather dress that hugs her body in the most delicious way.

She holds my gaze as she finishes the last of it and hands it back. "Finished." Her dark maroon lipstick print coats the filter, and I find myself wishing it was bright red. I hate that's where my mind goes... but here we are.

Charlie has been MIA most of the day, and I hate to admit it but I feel her absence. We may fight, but at least it's something. No one goes toe to toe with me like she does, and for some fucked up reason that a shrink could deduce to simple mommy issues, I love it.

We walk back through the dented metal door and enter the backstage area. The roar of the crowd rattles the walls indicating the fans have been let inside the venue. We've got about 30 minutes before show time, which means I have a small window to get high and get in the zone. Charlie emerges chatting with Stephen, and bloody hell does she look amazing tonight. A corset lace top hugs her body, leaving little to the imagination. A perfect pair of distressed black jeans and boots to match, she commands everyone's attention. Not to mention the fiery red lipstick she's putting on without looking has me feeling things I shouldn't.

Louis and Ni whistle as she walks past, my stone cold stare never faltering. Neither does hers.

What's-her-face is cozied up next to me playing with my hair and giggling at god knows what the fuck Niall just said, and it's driving me bonkers... I don't like girls touching my hair. Or my face. Honestly, unless it's a sexual encounter, I don't want them touching me at all. But to no surprise it catches Charlie's attention. Her smokey eyes hone in on this girls hand on my thigh and I coulda sworn her breath hitched. She doesn't realize this, but when she's disgusted with something I'm doing her nose scrunches up a tad and her eyes crinkle. I shoot her a wink and a wave as she walks past. "Pathetic." She mutters under her breath.

"Say that a little louder if you really mean it." My volume not matching hers, Lou turns his attention to me. His brows pinch and he shakes his head at me silently asking me to not start with her. I can't help it though. She gets to me in ways most don't.

Charlie flips her hair over her shoulder and glares. "I said fucking pathetic, dipshit." Her heeled boots echo on the concrete floor as she exits down the hallway. I do my best to reel it in, I've got a gorgeous girl practically dry humping me right now, I shouldn't ruin my chances. But the longer her words consume my thoughts, the more irritated I become. Calling me pathetic? She's the one constantly poking the bear...