Ugly (Dark Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 12

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"Amberrrrrrrr, get your fat ass off me," I strangle out, trying to avoid opening my eyes and starting a new day.

It's been a week since my mom's funeral. A week since I last saw Harry trembling in his sleep, fear etched into the crevices of his sculpted pale face. I hate that I keep thinking about him. It just amazes me how a person can go from being abusive to extremely vulnerable in a heartbeat. This guy must been through quite a lot to be such a fuckin.g mess.

After waking him from his nightmare, I knew I had to get out of there and never speak to Savage again. I refuse to fall into a trap I know I will not be able to recover from. If I continue to involve myself with him, I only see things working out bad for me. Zayn and Amber were right. I need to stay away from him.

"No, not until you agree to come with me and Melanie to the club," Amber stubbornly states. Amber may be small, but her ass is huge. She's not known as "Big Ass Amber" around campus for nothing.

"You know she's not gonna give up Payton," I hear Melanie chime in as she continues to browse through her closet.

She's right. Amber never gives up when she wants something. I once challenged Amber to retrieve one of Justin Bieber's boxers when he came into town and lets just say after 2 days of twitter stalking and a stolen maid uniform from the Hilton hotel, she came back with those boxers.

As I felt my last bit of air escape me, I murmur "fine" and Amber shouts in victory and starts to painfully shake her butt into my diaphragm.

"Holy shit Amber get your fat ass off me."

"Oh, sorry!" Amber jumps up from her previous position and embarrassingly beams an awkward smile at me, "Well, we are leaving in 30, so start getting ready ho.e."

Why me? 

I close my eyes one final time and take my final breathe before sitting up and climbing out of my loft. 

Here goes nothing.

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Turning into "Smart Bar" and getting out of the car, I nervously bite my lip and pull down the short red dress Amber practically forced me in. This is the last place I want to be as I grieve my mother's death. There is a murderer on the loose somewhere in Chicago and we are going clubbing. 

What a wonderful idea.

Melanie and Amber finally join me outside after checking over their makeup for the billionth time, and we walk hand in hand towards the front door of the club.

I can't lie, we all look bangin' tonight.

Amber has on a black lace halter top and black leather shorts that define her fat ass perfectly. Melanie is wearing a maroon lace bralette with a maroon tube skirt accentuating every one of her curves and I am in a red body con dress that, according to Amber, matches my "spirit color". 

Never thought I'd agree with Amber on anything, but I'm going to have to agree with her on this one. Red is definitely my color.

"Ready to let go, Payton?" Melanie asks me, as we get in line to gain entry to the busy bar.

I already let go once with Harry. Am I ready for round two? We all know how well round one ended...

"Let's do this," I squeak, tightening my grip on the girls' hands. I need to forget about the paradox that is Harry.