Obsessive (Sequel to Excessive)

Chapter 113

LUCHESI STYLES

I grabbed my abandoned drink on the table in front of me and brought it to my lips, feeling the thick liquor slide down my throat. It's been three days since Arabella and I found Harry at the site of his old house. They haven't talked at all, but I've made sure to keep in contact with him. He's been busy moving into that new house of his and getting other paperwork finished.

Both him and Arabella have told me about there 'break up' and at this point, I'm not even going to bother trying to help them fix it. I understand they both look to me for help, but sometimes it's completely ridiculous the stuff they ask me. I don't think they understand that maybe, I have a life and I have to do things for myself. I can't just sit around and help them when they need it and be gone when they're back together.

I want to make my brother happy, I really do, but I'm also trying to live my life as well. I can't do that when both of them are constantly going back and forth and using me as a means of communication with each other. If you want to fück, then fück. If you want to be broken up, then stay away from each other. It's simple as that, but I guess not because now they are 'in love'.

In love. My ass. I can never see myself in love. Harry was bound to fall in love because he's just too easy, not me. I love my brother and sister and my mum and step dad and step siblings but that's family love. Love love, is something I don't even want to think about. I can't imagine splitting my life with someone else. I can barely tolerate people in general, never mind someone constantly on my back all the time.

Which leads to where I am now. Sitting on a couch, at the club, by myself.

Thank fücking God.

At this point, I guess I'm in Savage. It was never really announced but I have basically took the damn place over after Harry decided to fall off the face of the Earth for two weeks. People were slowly realizing that if this gang is going to run right, then we need more then just Harry as the lead. Which is why when Harry comes back I'm forcing him to allow me, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn to step up as leaders.

The other four were always looked at as leaders but everyone knew it was Harry that made the final decision. He can't keep disappearing for weeks on end and expect everything to be fine when he got back. Especially considering the plan that was being decided between Savage and Ferocious. It's time we finally settle all the shit that has been brooding between us after all these years.

I looked around the club watching shit faced girls hike their skirts up for the watching men. I haven't had sex in a couple weeks and there's a girl in the far corner of the dance floor that seems to catch my eye. I watched her for a little, taking in every dip and curve of her body in the short tight dress. She looked a bit young for my taste, but I guess she'll have to do for tonight. Before I could even stand up a small figure planted itself in front of me.

"Something special caught your eye?" a voice below me asked, making me roll my eyes.

"Why are you here?" I asked looking down at her.

Her body was toned and for such a short girl, her legs looked even longer in the tall heels on her feet. Her dress clung tight to her curves and hugged her chest especially tight.  Her and Arabella have a similar body type, although besides that one time, Arabella would never again wear such a short dress.

"What? I can't have a drink by myself on a Wednesday night?" she asked, sarcasm laced in her voice.

"Not when your by yourself, no you cannot" I said.

"Relax, stop acting like you own me" she sassed, sitting down on the couch.

"Why did I fück you again?" I asked myself making her chuckle.