Toxic - Harry Styles

Chapter 3: Celebration

I have deleted the prologue, just forget it if you read it :)x

And sorry it has been ... awhile.. :P

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- "Cheers for Sam and her wicked new job!" Tiff yells, raising her blue shot in the air, clumsily wrapping her free arm around my neck, giving me a drunken hug.

- "For Sam," the other girls cheer and laugh, and we all somehow end up in a big messy group hug, causing me to nearly loose balance.

Bliss is crowded tonight, filled with couples and friends moving along to the loud bass. Looking around, I see plenty of familiar faces, but here's always a shower of new ones as well.

Bliss is one of our favourite clubs, since it's one of the biggest ones in central London. I actually met Harry at this particular club.

Ignoring all the sounds, I think back on how that night I'd causally scanned the crowd as I do now, and then this tall handsome guy caught my eye.


I don't know exactly what it was about him, but he just had something about him, a certain glow of danger and confidence. And then there was his bouncy curls, which didn't quite fit his look, but yet somehow they did anyway.


He had a tattoos, a lot of them - actually a full sleeve of ink and two or three piercings in his face. Now he's also got some of his chest tattooed, and he has started on arm number 2 as well. I was very attracted to him.

My thoughts are interrupted by Jenny.
- "Let's go find some boys!" she giggles, lifting her eyebrow and biting into her tongue, and makes her way towards the crowd, the pink light in the bar area mirroring in her black hair.

- "Let's go!" Tiff takes my arm and we all 3, Sarah, Tiff and I, join Jenny, who is already chatting with some guy over the loud club music.


Even though I have a boyfriend, I must admit I enjoy male attention. A strangers' hand on the hip, or a flirty smile never hurt anyone.


Though when Harry is around, the slightest glance from another male, would be enough to trigger his anger. His mood can swing from happy to furious within the blink of an eye. He has got quite a bad temper, and it's really hard to calm him down once he has lost it. It's flattering though.

 
As if he knew I was thinking about him, my phone buzzes in my bra, and Harry's name lights up the lock screen. 


- "You're not answering your door," His voice sounds deep and demanding. I'm so not in the mood for angry-Harry right now. I consider just ending the call, but that would just make him even more angry. 


- "I'm not coming home, I'm crashing at Sarah's," I say over the music.


- "No you're not. We've just gotten a large order for next week. We're leaving tomorrow at 9 sharp," he says. What?


- "Uhm, what?" I didn't quite catch any of what he just said.


- "Weed. We're out of stock," he says impatiently. "It's important,".


- "So.. What where are we going?" How big can that order really be. 


- "Holland. Where else?" he speaks in harsh tone, as if I'm the most stupid bitch he has ever met.


- "I'm not going to Holland. No way," I say matter of factly, and huff dramatically - mostly because of the alcohol. Since when does he want me to be involved in his business.


- "Yes you are. You're coming with me. I need a girl to go with me, you know that," Don't tell me what to do. But yea, I know. He needs to bring a girl, so he can act like they're on a perfect little vacation when they cross the boarder - that way nobody will suspect that they have their bag stuffed with weed and not clothes and whatever. Not gonna be me though. No fucking way.  "Where the fuck are you anyway?" 


- "Bliss," I answer. "With the girls. They're celebrating me," I say in a not very excited voice.


- "Celebrating you? Why?" I'm not even surprised, of fucking course he doesn't even remember that I just got a job - or maybe he just doesn't think it's something worth celebrating.


Either way fuck him I'm not going to fucking Holland to get caught smuggling weed with him. He'll just have to play 'happy couple' when they cross the boarder with Tyler's slut again. She just better keep her filthy hands off of him.


- "I'm crashing at Sarah's" I say again and hang up on him, rolling my eyes. I can just imagine him right now, standing outside my door fuming with his phone still pressed to his ear. He hates it when he doesn't get thing his way. 


I turn off my phone, put it back into my bra, and join the party. Him and his shit business doesn't get to ruin my fun. 



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