Charles and Susan are nowhere to be found when we enter. We reimburse ourselves by catching a few drinks as they waiters glide across the room with liquid gold bubbling inside glasses. But I don't. After that little escapade a few months ago, Harry still won't let me have alcohol.
I think it's for the best. One drink an BAM! Nobody wants to see these D'Jangos unchained.
We approach Marie and Pablo in a very heated discussion on if jam came before jelly...ahh more fascinating conversation.
"Ah Q, these are our two good friends McKenzie and Harry. They're from The Brokeback Mountain."
Are they calling us a reference to gay cowboy movie? I mean of all the movies...
"Hi." We both say simultaneously, wanting the humiliation to be over as quickly as it started. Shaking hands, they try to include us in the heated debate. We both keep nodding and "uh huh-ing" to seem interested. But God seems to be over that conversation 10 centuries ago and helps us out. A glass cries and we all look up.
There some lady stood front and center, hair blazed back and outfit sharper than a pencil point.
"People! People! I would like to welcome you to our little get together. We are amazed at the turn out, me and my husband wish you all a great time. But enough about us, a good friend of mine would like to say something."
As the universal anticipation of who will be the next speaker threatens explosion, I scope for Macklemore because wherever he is, Susan is.
But I need to get her alone.
The room falls to a hushed silence.
Great.
"Hello, I'm Charles. Helen and I have been friends since kindergarten and I'm glad she could finally get us all here together in one area. I would just like to shout out my beautiful wife Susan, who, get this, is expecting our 3rd child in 8 months!"
The room erupts in claps and Helen's husband congratulates him with a hug.
"Yeah, pretty excited about that and just glad to see so many of you guys here, alive. It really a does make an old man proud. Yet there's someone else I'd like you to meet."
Everyone looks around, pondering.
"Harry Styles, #1 driver, well #2 driver in all the world and it just wouldn't be right if he didn't say anything encouraging about his life, career, friends...loves. So can we give him a round of applause? Yeah! One for The Man's Man!"
There are people nodding and cheering. He looks at me for reassurance and I hesitantly push him forward.
*Harry's POV*
No the fuck he just didn't. I place my best smile (and foot) forward and let myself just walk up there. He grabs my hand and pulls me to his ear.
"Look, you fucking son of a bitch. I could lick the bottom of toilet and the filth that would reign in my mouth could not compare to the filth you encompass in a single fingernail. I don't like you. Matter of fact I hate you. I hate your guts. So don't play with me."
He pulls his blazer back and silver shot gun shines in the side of his pants.
"One false move, ill word or gesture towards me or my family and she's dead."
He lets my hand go and for the first time in my life, I can hear the gunshot ringing in my ear before it even goes off.
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Black Temptation
Fiksi PenggemarEver heard that saying, "There's three sides to a story: His side, Her Side, and The Truth." Well, McKenzie gets more than she bargained for when she falls—literally—for a millionaire race car driver by the name of Harry. Their worlds are flippe...
