Lovely Madness // h.s. au

8. Jackass

Harry didn't have a lot of clothes with him. He had an extra pair of shorts and a t shirt, but that was it. I wanted to know what had happened to him while he was gone. But at the same time, I knew I'd become upset and I didn't want to be. For basically being held hostage for four years to do the devil's bidding, he seemed pretty okay. I hadn't noticed many changes in the Harry I knew in high school. Before picking up Simone I took Harry to the closest mall to get some more clothes. Only God knew how long Harry would be here. 

"So where do you like to get clothes from these days?" I asked as we walked through the wide hallways. 

There were families, groups of friends, and couples constantly passing us by. Seeing them hold hands and laugh and kiss made me want to throw up blood. 

"People are so ugly," Harry mumbled ignoring my question. 

I looked up at him and smiled. 

"Tell me about it. I never understood the point of PDA. It's like, if you wanna fuck so bad then stay home. I'd rather not watch you swallow each other," I snapped staring people down. 

"People crave attention. Obviously they don't know how to properly fuck so they do it in public to see if others approve," Harry shrugged.

 When he wasn't trying to seduce me with his emotions, Harry was funny. This was the Harry who was my best friend. The one who even before we started dating could make me laugh and give me a good time. I rolled my eyes at his comment and tried to contain my laughter. 

Harry stopped walking, "You didn't not just roll your eyes at me," he snapped. 

I kept walking and turned my head back to look at Harry. 

"'Fraid I did- Fuck!" Serves me right for trying to be cute. 

My body slammed into another and large hands found there way on to my arms. 

"Riley, we have to stop meeting like this," The smell of bourbon filled my nose and I cringed.

 Derek Michaels was standing in front of me (too close) holding onto my arms, wearing that stupid grin. I pushed my self off of him and adjusted my shirt.

 "You didn't need to grab me, jackass," I snapped. 

He rolled his eyes and let out a deep belly laughed. 

"Miss me? I haven't seen you since our last psychology class," he started to step closer to me and I slowly stepped back. 

"Well we graduated so... That's how it usually works." 

I needed to get away. Derek Michaels was the most annoying, irritating, idiotic douche bag I had ever met. Somehow we had ended up having that class together all four years of college. He had asked me out so many times you'd think I was deaf or something. All he did was drink and play football, there was no depth to him. One of the few friends I had, Lynette who should be working here today, has had a weird thing for him for the past two years. 

"Harry," he stepped up behind me and reached his arm around me. 

His chest was pressed against my back and something else was pressed against even farther down my back. Damn him. Derek stared down at Harry's open hand and I looked up at him. 

"Derek," they shook hands and Derek kind of took a step back. 

"How do you and Riley know each other?" 

What exactly was he trying to do?

 "Uh, we had class together," Derek eyed him in a weird way and I almost laughed.