I'm with the band

13

TW: Strong language & Violence in this chapter !!!

Brace yourselves..

"You.." He sneers, pointing at me, as I'm still making sure there's no bruise on my head.
"Who are you?"

"I'm-" I begin to say, but he cuts me off again.

"Doesn't matter." He says, shaking his head, his gold sunglasses sitting comfortably on his pointed little nose.

He's a little more obnoxious than I imagined.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks, pushing his sunglasses back up.

"You're-"

"I'm Alex fucking Turner." He says, pointing to himself with his now free hand, angrily.

I look at him with a blank stare.
Talk about being a man child.

"I know and I'm really sorry-" I say, trying to apologize that it was because of me that he spilled his beer.

"Sorry?" He repeats, scoffing.
"You're sorry?"

I look from side to side, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah." I say plainly.

He scoffs and his neck pops out at me.
"Sorry, won't get rid of the beer smell from my designer suit!"

"I can help clean it up-" I offer, but his facial reactions begin to get more and more angry.

"No!" He yells obnoxiously.
"I'm Alex fucking Turner, I don't need help from anybody!"
"Now get out of my way, before I make you."

"I think the fuck not."  I hear a voice coming from behind me.

To my surprise it was Harry, and Ashton too.
They came for me.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Alex asks, obnoxious as usual.

"I'm Harry fucking Styles." Harry says, his jaw clenched as I see Ashton smirking.

"And I'm Ashton fucking Irwin." Ashton says as Harry gives him an annoyed look and rolls his eyes.

"Who do you boys think you're talking to?" Alex asks, having us all think he has only three speech lines.
"I'm Alex fucking Turner-"

"Trust us, we know who you are." Harry says, stopping him.
"Just leave the girl alone and we won't have any trouble."

Alex raises his eyebrows and smiles, almost impressed.
He tilts his head to the side and strokes my arm.
"This girl?" He sneers.
"Why, is she your girlfriend?"

I shake my head.
"'No, we're just friends."

"Could've fooled me." Alex says sarcastically.
"I recognize you two now, Harry Styles and Lizzy Walker, the ones getting cozy at the movie theatre."

I shake my head.
"Those were just rumours, we're not actually together." I admit.

"Then what are you doing alone together at Ashton's party?"

"Who even invited you Alex? Cause I know damn well it wasn't me." Ashton says furious, as me and Harry exchange guilty looks.

"Hush, pet." He says, sticking the tip of his pinky finger to his mouth.
"I bet my hat that you two aren't supposed to be together alone right now."

"Turner, I swear you better close your damn trap-" Harry says, getting in his face.

"Harry stop!" I yell.