|Harley's POV|
I parked my vehicle, not giving any fucks as I walked in the front door since ya know, it's my house too. I ignored the two cats meowing at my feet as I looked around to see if Ricky was insight. Nope. I sighed, walking to his room, picking up pieces of clothing on the way up the stairs.
"Ricky!" I called, knocking on his door to warn him that I'm coming in. I opened the door, seeing his ex Jessica riding Ricky as he was handcuffed to the bed.
"Wow, would you look at what we have here." I laughed sickly, a jaded smile playing at my blood red lipstick covered plump lips. He finally looked over at me as Jessica quickly got off of him, throwing on her clothes and fleeing from the house, hitting my shoulder with hers on her way out of the room. "Harley," he mumbled underneath his breath, undoing the handcuffs as I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed with a deadpan expression. I quite frankly don't give a shit about anything or anyone anymore- besides my friends, of course.
"Well," I sighed, my arms falling back to my sides as I looked at his desperate face, his clothes already messily put back on as he stood awkwardly at the end of the bed, making only about 5 feet separating us from each other. "I-I, we- I mean, well-," I silenced him, holding up my hand as I eerily stood silent. "I came here to apologise, not listen to your lame ass excuses about why you fucked your ex only days after we had, Richard." I drug my finger across his dusty dresser, blowing the dirty grime in his face lightly, causing him to faintly cough, waving his hand in front of his face at once. "Although, I do have a question for you, my dear" I began again, looking over at him. "Why'd you stoop so damn low?" I asked, smiling sarcastically. He sighed, beginning to chew on his bottom lip, tugging at his lip piercings with his straight white teeth.
"I was lonely," he finally muttered.
"Tsk tsk, Richard." I sucked in air through my teeth. "and you can't even do worse, I guess it truly does suck to suck."
"Is that all you came here for? Or did you want to make me feel like shit too?" He pressured.
Fuck, he looks so hot right now all flustered and pissed. Snap out of it, Harley!
"Hm?" He asked again. I finally spoke, "at first I wanted to apologise to you about not answering any of your calls or texts and to repair our relationship, you ungrateful asshole! I was only gone for a little less than a week and you're already moving on? To your ex, Ricky! Are you fucking kidding me!? Didn't she cheat on you, I m-," he cut me off.
"I was lonely okay!? I missed you, Harley! I missed you so fucking much and you didn't give a shit! I was drunk when I invited Jessica over and asked her for sex. So? Is it such a crime to imagine her as you?"
"Don't blame me for all of this. We were both at fault. We both stopped talking to each other for a couple of days before you came crawling back to me.
He scoffed, crossing his arms as he rolled his blue eyes. "Anyways, where's your beloved fiance, Jesse? Shouldn't you guys be together? Planning your wedding? Future together?" He asked with slight disgust. Now it was my turn to scoff.
"As if." I dropped my purse to the floor with a sigh. "He cheated and I don't love him like I used to, so I broke everything off with him, I also came here to tell you I'm moving back in."
"Well, you kind of cheated on him as well sooo," Ricky chuckled, a sly smirk on his thin lips.
I gave him an unimpressed look, "don't start." He held up his hands in surrender.
* * * * *
"So, you're back? Forever this time?" Balz joked, shovelling pizza down his face hole.
"Forever," I confirmed, sipping my tea. "Good," the guys said in unison. "Now Chris won't have to keep making those gross ass pancakes of his and we can go back to your amazing cinnamon ones."
"I'm literally right here," Chris complained.
"It's okay, Chris." I rubbed his shoulder, "I love your pancakes."
"You're such a liar," Angelo chuckled. I playfully sent him a glare, tossing an ice cube at his face, everyone laughed at our child-like behaviour.
The whole night consisted of Ryan and I carelessly flirting with each other just to piss Ricky off. I know, call me petty- it's my middle name. Which probably wasn't a good idea in the first place now that Ricky's being saltier than usual right now and ignoring me.
"Ricky, you know we were just joking around to get on your nerves." I watched him as he forcefully slammed down a dirty plate on the counter before shooting me a glare. "Well, it sure as hell worked, Harley." I rolled my eyes, knowing he won't be mad at me for long. I decided to toy with him.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked alluringly, slowing grabbing his hands and pulling him into a hug. He sighed, finally wrapping his arms around my waist, drawing me closer to him. "No, I'm not mad at you I'm just pissed that you and Ryan almost started making out right in front of me, you're mine," he growled, bringing our bodies closer together.
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"12 more days 'till tour," Chris reminded everyone after the Harry Potter marathon I had just made the guys suffer through ended, Ricky sighing in relief when the credits started to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 2. Angelo suddenly busted out in laughter, confusing us all. He must have seen our faces since he shared what had caused this laughing fit of his.
"R-remember when we all went to prom with Harley and after it was over, we sat in the back as she sucked the helium from the balloons and sang Survivor by Destiny's Child?" I couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else, remembering that night. That night was the first time Ricky and I ever kissed.
"Yeah," I felt Ricky wrap his arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him as my head rested on his chest. "How could I forget?"
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In Hiding // Ricky 'Horror' Olson
Fiksi Penggemar"When we were younger, I used to watch you as you slept and think, 'damn, she's the one. She's the one I want forever.'"
