Annihilation - h.s.

Chapter Sixteen.

Harry's POV

Are you fucking serious? I was seconds away from having Cory's shirt fisted in my palms, finally able to see the cowardice in his eyes as I pin him with a threatening glare.

I had August pressed to me, soft moans escaping her lips as I touched her - admittedly to get to Cory - but it was pleasurable nonetheless. That brings me to another issue, this strain in my jeans that has made itself known to me all night, yet remains uncared-for. I'm distracted by the picture of August moaning with each breath that would have escaped her mesmerizing lips as I would have hovered above her.

All of this would have been if it weren't for Louis' informing message about this setback in our plan.

I stride back towards my truck, my thoughts fixed on August and Cory and how right at this moment they're together. I had been enjoying her choice of dress this evening, but now I only wish she wore something less revealing. Cory is probably trying to get his hands underneath it - if he hasn't already removed it from her skin completely. If it were up to me, August would still be stood at my side - or lying underneath me - either way, she wouldn't be with Cory.

I pull at the black handle of the door and sit down in the driver's seat of my truck. I can still smell her perfume in the air.

My eyes shift to stare at the now empty passenger seat; the lack of My Flame's presence is noted. My hands hit the top of the steering wheel in frustration; the heavy impact of my hands against the leather causes a loud sound to reflect off the tinted windows and reverberate through the car.

The veins running up my arms have become more visible from carrying my blood in double the quantity for the past - I look at the clock on the radio to see that it's 11:34 - four and a half hours. I clench my fists and relax them, studying the movement of my tendons as a distraction. I need to get my mind off of August and Cory or else the keys to this truck will be pulled from the ignition and I'll inevitably find myself stalking up the metal stairs of her apartment once more.

I pull my hastily parked truck out of the three spaces it occupies and instead of having my way with August, I am now increasing the distance between us with reluctance - to see fucking Liam of all people. I'm not greatly fond of him for obvious reasons; he's slept with My Flame and now he's creating a rather large blockade in my plan. A blockade that I cannot afford.

As I drive away from the apartment building and distance myself from August, her hypnotic trance wears off and my mind clears, putting my priorities back into place.

I find myself in a solemn state of mind by the time I reach the club where everybody should be waiting. I finally feel like my self as I nod to the bouncer and he opens the rope for me to enter. As always, the lustful gases of scantily dressed women and the pathetic glares of their dates greet me. I look past them as I gait upstairs to greet the fuck-ups that await me.

I open the door to see Louis, Zayn, Niall and of course the reason for this meeting - fucking Liam. They all lounge in white leather chairs, but one by one they straighten their forms as they see me. Liam still doesn't acknowledge my presence, though. He stays perched at the edge of his seat, hands clasped in front of him, elbows resting on his knees as one foot bounces nervously.

There's an open seat next to him, but I stand at the other end of the room. I don't want to put up with him any more than I have to.

I clear my throat and their heads snap up to me - even Liams.

"Is someone going to explain exactly what the fuck was so important that I had to stop what I was doing and get here so bloody immediately?" My voice comes out harsher and angrier than I intended, but who could blame me? I was practically ripped away from My Flame to solve a problem that was left to these four floundering twits.