Her Sister's Revenge - One Direction

Chapter 18: Seriously R, this again?!

Chapter 18- Seriosuly R, this again?!

Waking up the next morning I smiled in content. Louis had said 'I' changed for the better yesterday and Harry said he didn't like 'Elena's' change. Score one for the oldest!! Anyway, glancing at the alarm clock next to my bed-no I did not have sex with Louis-I saw it was close to lunch time. Ah yes the joys of Saturdays. I didn't have to work tonight thank god but that didn't mean I was staying away from Blackout. I am getting completely shit faced tonight and I don't give a dick! I might even bring Harry... no never mind bad idea.

I grabbed my phone and blasted some music as I got in the shower. But just as I was stepping in I noticed my necklace, what the fuck how can someone switch it while I'm sleeping?! It now holds the letter H instead of L. Holy shit R is good! Speaking of, I really want to find out who is doing all of this. I managed to figure out that every wrong thing that has happened to me has got to be R's fault, who else would stoop this low? Nobody I know that's for damn sure!

After my relaxing 30 minute shower I threw on some leggings and a pullover slipping on my Uggs as well. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses not being bothered with makeup, and headed out for my traditional Starbucks run. Holy shit I'm your typical white girl... Upon arrival I noticed that someone was sitting in my regular seat. I frowned but got my drink anyway and sat at the table next to them.

I subtly glanced over to see it was Brandon in my seat. I scoffed and plopped myself in front of him.

“What is it now Brandon?” I asked with a sigh. He chuckled and smirked at me.

“I had a feeling you'd ask that. R wants me to drug you again at Blackout and take you back to my flat.” my eyes widened.

“How the hell does R know I was going to Blackout tonight? I don't even work on Saturdays.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“This is what I mean, she is everywhere, including inside your head.” I placed my head in my hands rubbing my eyes. It's too damn early for this.

“Fine whatever, just don't actually drug me. How about you pretend to jab a needle in my arm and I fall to the floor. Does that work better?” He nodded and I looked around. I then spotted a girl who looked awfully familiar. Is that... no it can't be... She then spoke rudely to a waitress in an American accent. Oh my god it is her.

“Chelsea!” I screamed running over to her with my drink in hand.

“Oh my god Elena I missed you so much! She squealed engulfing me in a bear hug.

“I missed you too!” I said releasing her. The excitement in her eyes probably reflected my own.

“Oh my god I have so much to tell you! And you have so much to spill about Mr. Styles!” she winked nudging my arm. I scoffed, I seem to be doing that a lot lately, shoved her a bit.

“Okay come on, let's head back to my apartment.” she nodded sipping her frappuccino.

When we reached my place I opened the door to see Harry. God he is here at the worst times! I looked at him and sighed but still let Chelsea in.

“Hey Harry, what are you doing here?” I asked giving him a peck on the lips. He smiled at that and tried to pull me in for more, but I denied him.

“I just miss you is all. Yesterday it seemed you weren't yourself and I really want to spend time with you.” He continued to wrap his arms around my waist, completely oblivious to my friend standing a few feet away.

“Harry honey I would love that too, but I have a visitor at the moment.” I gestured to the girl behind me and he smiled politely.

“I am so sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm Harry, and you are?” he asked outstretching his hand. She shook it and replied with all the grace that comes with being Chelsea.

“Chelsea-” she paused, “just Chelsea.” I nodded and looped my arm through hers.

“Well hello, I'm Elena's boyfriend if you couldn't tell.” He said with the charm that comes with being Harry Styles. Why don't I have something? Chels has grace, Harry has charm, all I have is, is, I don't really have anything to be perfectly honest.

“So I was thinking we could have a girls night out!” my best friend added with a squeal. “We haven't had one since you left Cali and I really miss those. You know, getting drunk and hooking up with- Okay maybe not that part, for you anyway.” She tossed me a wink and I rolled my eyes.

“Actually yeah, I was planning on going out anyway.” I told her with just as much enthusiasm.

“You were? And when were you going to tell me about this?” Harry asked eyebrows raised.

“I was going to text you while I was at Starbucks but I ran into this girl so I forgot.” I told him the bold face without faltering. I even hung on to his waist while telling him so it looked more believable. He nodded in a daze, probably because I was biting my lip, running my hands across the small of his back, and looking him dead in the eyes.

After I ushered the male out of my apartment I got to it. I sat Chelsea down on the sofa and got her to give me all of the details from what has been happening back in L.A. She proceeded to fill me in on who fucked who, and the aftermath. Among other things we managed to talk for a total of 8 hours. Of course we've gotten food and stuff but still, that is a long time to talk for.

When the time finally came to get ready I bolted for my bedroom with Chelsea hot on my heels. She always helps me pick out something to wear when we go out like this. I like to have second opinions.

She chose a tight, cheetah print skirt and a black bustier for herself and I picked out a tight long sleeve red dress with cutouts on the sides. Though our choices seemed extremely different they were both somewhat similar in the area of revealing, the cutouts are pretty damn big.

After doing our hair and makeup to perfection, Chelsea informed me that her car was still at Starbucks. We walked in silence to her car in our massive heels and drove on over to Blackout.

As soon as we got there we both headed for the bar. I hopped up on a bar stool and immediately recognized the bartender to be my coworker Rachel. I nodded to her and she handed Chelsea and I my usual for when my shifts end. Vodka and Orange juice, the best creation ever known to the human race. Except this time she definitely went heavier on the alcohol.

Finishing off out fifth drink each, we were more then a little tipsy and decided to go dance. Chelsea had a guy around our age come up behind her and start grinding on her while I danced alone for a bit. That is until I saw Brandon coming my way. He winked at me as he came over and repeated the action the other did to Chels but on myself.

I knew it was time for me to 'get drugged' so we slowly shifted backwards into a corner and I pretended not to notice. When we were at the back he whispered in my ear.

“I'm going to fake drug you now, ready, okay start to drop.” I did as he said and started to flutter my eyes and droop a little. He walked me back to his car as I stumbled a lot. To any passers by it would simply look as if I got to drunk and he was carrying me to safety.

Once we were safe at his house I yawned and sat on his couch. The coffee he bought me really sobered me up. So much for getting shitfaced tonight. Now I have to pretend to everyone I know like I got drugged. I have to be weary around my job just in case R is around and I have no idea.

The two of us talked for a while before my eyes started to droop. I think it was around 2 when I passed out but I'm still not sure. The last thing I remember is someone barging in the door and Brandon leaving my side.

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Hey guys I am so sorry for not updating! I had a competition for the sport I do the weekend I was suppose to update and then I completely stopped writing this chapter. It didn't really get anywhere but I think the next one will be to your liking. I apologize for the spelling mistakes if there is any, I haven't proof read this yet.

Peace, love, and everything in between,

Starlightr xx