Love Hangover (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

 Chapter 5

 Harry's POV-

"I got this drank in my cup" The infamous 'club scene' song played. My body, and some girl's in sync with the music being immensely amplified from the surround sound speakers place diligently around the room on the walls. I kept my large hands on her hips, in full swing in excitement as she heard the infamous song play aloud in the club, marking the millionth time it's played. However, everyone still finds that undeniable bliss and happiness that we all felt in not only our minds, but also our hearts that first time that the song was premiered to the world. I danced in sync with her body, feeling her small hand whip behind her as it latched around and swung itself behind my neck, finding leverage as she slivered down my body sexily like a snake. She brought her arm down with her, gliding it down my chest towards my treasured jewels. I bit my lip, watching her dance on me, honestly trying too hard to be sexy, and struggling immensely. The DJ mixed a couple tapes again, amplifying the music enough to give me a headache. The mystery girl, whom I was yet to know her name danced on me some more, trying to cause some arousal to erupt in my body; hoping she would be the lucky girl of the night. I silently laughed at her attempts, but was suddenly interrupted when I felt a vibration coming from my back pocket, immediately cuing my 'Marimba' to play, annoying me and causing me to jump towards the door of the infamous club 'Red Poison' located in the 'club district' of London. I ran out of the door, feeling the bouncer's stares on my back, and my thumb holding onto the 'answer' button until I was ready, and the amplified music was officially out of earshot. I walked down the sidewalk to the side of the club, still hearing the music, but not enough to potentially cause me to end the call. I looked down at my phone, seeing 'Modest!'s contact light up on my screen, rolling my eyes and cursing silently, while answering the call.

"Hello, this is Harry" I answered professionally, almost sarcastically, but not enough to make me sound like a total prick. "Yes Harry, this is Rick from Modest!" This supposed Rick replied, sounding very rough and not very amused. I rolled my eyes again and stood against the red wall of the 2 story club, bringing my left knee up and resting my foot against the wall. I looked at my new, gold plated 'Rolex' watch and read the little hands; deciphering the time from the small, circular glass screen. '2:00' AM. Why would they be calling at two in the morning? "Yes, how are you sir?" I replied, more of a statement than a question. The annoyance most likely hinting in my voice now that I was aware of the time. "I am fine Mr. Styles, fine. But you my friend, you aren't." Rick replied. I scoffed into the phone, just loud enough for this new intern to hear. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I answered, my eyebrows clenched together, and my hands thrown in the air, staying still. "I don't appreciate that tone of voice sir." Rick scoffed back at my reaction. I flicked my finger in the air, wishing he could honestly see it with his own eyes. "Well, you know what I don't appreciate Rick?" I asked, knowing he wasn't going to reply, but honestly hoping he would give me another reason to drop our contract with their service. I swung my hand in the air, really wishing I could pound this guy's face in with one at the moment. "You calling me at two in the morning, speaking clear rubbish and saying that I am not 'fine'" I spoke into the little speaker, emphasizing my deep tone on the word fine, and walking around the gum-stained sidewalk, attempting to get my point across more efficiently. "Mr.Styles, I understand that you are frustrated, but it has become a clear issue with everyone in the band, and everyone here at Modest! that you are undeniably not fine. Your partying and drinking habits have gotten completely out of hand, and that is not acceptable in our line of business. We are tired of forcing the headlines 'Harry's New Lady, Or Just A One Nighter?' and 'Harry Styles Gone Wild' to be thrown, even if they might be true. It is all out of hand, and we have no choice but to throw you out of the band if nothing changes significantly in a short amount of time. I am sorry Mr. Styles." I stood on the sidewalk, frozen like a cement statue, completely shell shocked from Rick's words. I felt my fists clench together uncontrollably as I could hear Rick's continued breaths come across the speakers of my phone. "Mr. Styles?" Rick questioned, not hearing any response from my side of the line. I huffed, and brought the phone down from my ear, unclenching my right fist long enough to press the red 'End Call' button on the screen of my phone. I stared at the black screen, looking at my reflection through the amiable mirror. I saw the dark figure of a guy looking back at me, but somehow, someway, he wasn't recognizable. The dark curly hair, quiffed in the front was recognizable, but the dark shaded, and dull green eyes, not so much. A tan, yet colorless face; full of sins, regrets and secrets, waiting to be spilled. I huffed and ran my fingers through my hair in anger, grabbing the curls and pulling them, huffing and noticing my breathing to get noticeably faster with each breath taken. On no second thought, I took my IPhone, clenched it in my fists one last time, and threw it against the red wall, watching as it shattered completely from all of the strength put into the throw. I huffed and walked down the sidewalk, hoping to find some relief in the fresh air flowing throughout my lungs. I pushed my hands into my front pockets, kicking the the pavement with each step, most likely taking all of the coloring off of my brand new 'Valentino' dress shoes. I looked around at all the empty streets and roads, seeing nothing but faint lights coming from street lamps, and drunken people stumbling along the crosswalks of the roads.