Dark and Dangerous

Duets

*HARRY'S POV*

"Baby, lets go home.", I whispered.

"I don't want to leave him.", Demi cried.

"Demi, please. the funeral ended hours ago. you're going to catch a cold.", I said sternly.

"Ok.", she dried her eyes and stood.

"I'll carry you. you're exhausted.", I stated and slid one arm under her legs and the other around her back.

I carried Demi to my car and drove back to her house. she was asleep, so I put her in her room. I sat next to her and felt so sad.

She sat there, at Michael's grave, for hours, just staring at the sky. she didn't speak and hardly moved. it was almost as though she wasn't there.

I went downstairs and made some tea. I stopped when I heard her screaming. every night since his death, she's had nightmares. she wakes up screaming and panting, and it is really hard to calm her down afterward.

I ran up the stairs and saw Demi on the floor, thrashing wildly. I grabbed her shoulders and shook. she didn't wake up, so I shook her harder.

"Demi! wake up!", I shouted.

Demi's eyes opened and she instantly began to cry into my shoulder. she wrapped her small arms around my shoulders and rested her forehead against mine.

Her breathing slowed and her crying has stopped. I looked into her deep blue eyes and saw that she is close to her breaking point. if I do anything stupid she will break completely and no one will be able to repair her.

"Harry?", Demi spoke.

"Yes, love?", I replied.

"Are you going to stay the night?", she asked.

"Yes.", I said. "I know that this is very difficult. I may not express it the way that you do, but I miss him too. we had our arguments, but we were good friends."

Demi stood up and walked downstairs. I followed closely behind. she went into one of the extra rooms. I followed and watched her sit at the piano that she told me about years ago.

She slid her fingers across the keys and found some sheets of music. she began to play a familiar song.

"All along it was a fever,

A cold sweat,hot headed believer

I through my hands in the air,

And said 'show me something'

He said 'if you dare

Come a little closer'"

I sat next to her and began to play as well.

"Not really sure how to feel about it

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like

I can't live without you

It takes me all the way

I want you to stay"

"It's not much of a life you're living", I joined

"It's not just something you take

It's given"

*DEMI'S POV*

~Flashback

"So what are you doing back here?", Michael asked after we ordered our coffee.

"I thought I'd get my own house and get a job here.", I replied.

"Cool. where are you going to work?"

"Well, I dunno. I may have to get a skanky job just so I can afford a house. aren't the houses cheaper than the flats?", I asked.

"Yeah, but the flats are a lot nicer.", Michael shrugged.

"Well I've already kind of sold my soul to this place called Lusty Leopard.", I rubbed my neck.

Michael stared at me, his expression aghast. it's an interesting job actually. I'm going to go look around the place.

"You're going to be a stripper?", Michael asked.

"Yeah," I replied "I've got the body for it. well the guy said I did.", I added "I just need to do a few things first, you Ashton, Calum, and Luke need to come with me."

Michael looked uncertain. I just broke up with a total hottie that I really loved. to deal with the break up I'm going to get fucked up.

"C'mon, it'll be fun.", I begged.

"Ok, but don't do anything too stupid.", Michael winked.

"Alright! first we drink.", I smirked.

~minutes later~

"C'mon Demi. one more, you've got this!", Michael shouted.

I smirked, raising the small shot glass, and tilted my head back, consuming the strong tequila. cha cha cha!

"Woohoo!", I shouted. "let's go get fucked up!"

Michael, Luke, Ashton, and Calum followed my drunk ass to a haircut place. I spotted a really pretty blue color. I stopped abruptly.

"You guys, how would I look with blue hair?", I asked.

"Like a smurf?", Calum laughed.

The haircut lady walked up to me and asked what I wanted done. I told her that I wanted to dye my hair blue. she did it and boy, did it look hot.

"To the tanning beds!", I slurred.

After a nice tan, we went to a tattoo parlor and the boys all passed out. that's when I broke down. I stared at the musical not on my wrist.

It was Harry's tattoo. I got it about a week ago. A large man walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder. a young man that looked like Chris brown entered the small shop.

"It's alright lil' niggah. you'll make it through.", he smirked.

"Thanks.", I smiled.

"You're welcome.", he stated. "so after you get your tattoo wanna come back to my place?"

Hm... I'm drunk, this guy looks like Chris brown, I'm bored, my people are all passed out.

"Yeah.", I smiled.

~End of Flashback

I smiled after Harry stopped singing. I remember Michael and I used to do duets together all the time. the morning after I first came back here, Michael picked me up and it turned out that guy looked nothing like Chris brown.

We went back to his place and that's when I really started to sleep around. I remember what that guy said and began to laugh.

"What's so funny?", Harry asked.

"I was thinking about something that happened right after we broke up," I smiled "I was drunk and all my friends were passed out. so I started crying and this guy walked in the tattoo parlor we were in and saw me crying.", I giggled. "he walked up to me and said, 'its alright lil' niggah. you'll make it trough.'"

Harry began to laugh. he was right. even though he wasn't Chris brown he gave me a memorable night. it was hilarious.

A/n

So in the next few chapters, there will be random flashbacks with Michael in them. they also add stuff to the plot and make the story a bit funnier, because it's getting too serious. so anyway, enjoy this chapter, it's kind of long. I don't have school so I may have the next chapter up in a few hours.

~Tacos~