Pour Some Sugar On Me {Harry Styles Fan Fic Or Not?}

Chapter 8

A/N: I owe it to JosxGbgX for somewhat helping me out of my writer's block. I'm not in anyway trying to copywrite her story. She's an incredible writer. Plus I've always had a thing for Tom Kaulitz ;) He's sexy ;D I've been a Tokio Hotel fan since forever :) Their music is amazing:) I have always loved racing. Just the feeling of the car accelerating makes my heart race. I've always wanted to be a NASCAR racer. So yeah I'm basically blabbering on... but really I'm not trying to copy her story in anyway. Her story just inspired me. Oh! And I changed the title, because I thought it was kind of misleading cause of some drama to come :)

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Harry rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked at Louis questioningly. "What news?"

Louis smiled proudly, "We've been invited by some high-end club in Tokyo to fly out there and perform for them!"

Harry's and my jaws dropped simultaneously. He yelled, "NO FREAKING WAY!!"

Louis nodded vigorously ginning like an idiot. I gave the guys a fake smile, "I can't wait to go back! I haven't been to Tokyo in so long.."

I feigned my enthusiasm. The guys looked at me with their eyebrows quirked. Liam looked at me curiously and asked, "You've been to Tokyo before?"

All I could think was 'How am I gonna explain this...' I looked at them nervously and scratched the back of my head through my tousled hair. "Erm.. yeah. I have some connections over there.." I murmured.

It was the best I could come up with. It wasn't a total lie. I do have a lot of connections in Tokyo. They didn't need to know the real reason though. Not yet anyways. I jumped out of Harry's bed quickly and mumbled, "I have to go."

I rushed out of the house and began running towards the direction of my house. They didn't need to know about my past. I couldn't put them in danger. Erika didn't even know.

Harry's POV

There was something Lexi wasn't telling us. I just couldn't figure out what though. Confusion was written plainly across the boys' faces. I guess they didn't have a clue either. What was Lexi doing in Tokyo? I had to go after her.. I stood up abruptly and went to my dresser pulling out a pair of grey sweat pants and a plain black tank top. I slipped into my converse and grabbed my phone off of the nightstand. "I'm um.. gonna go talk to her." I said towards the guys then jogged out of my house and down the street.

Lexi's POV

After a few minutes of running, I made it to my house while panting hard. Not the best idea to run when you're sick. I jogged up to my garage and went inside. All of my memories from my time in Tokyo were flooding back. My head was spinning from everything rushing back at once. I leant back agasinst the counter for support while staring intently at the car parked on the far side of the garage with a cover over it. I groaned then placed my hand over my mouth while trying to make up my mind. I started involuntarily walking towards my car. It had been at least a year since I've last seen my car. This was my one dirty secret in life. Back in Tokyo, I was the top street racer. No one could touch me. I had connectoins within different mafias ther. They would pay me different amounts of cash to race for their gang in different races. I'm actually afraid of going back. I had become obsessed with the racing. It made me high just by the speed. I left Tokyo for my own sake. The mafia bosses raced for were pissed when I left, because when I won for them they made more money for themselves. When I left, they swore that I would pay for making them lose money. I gripped the car cover down by the grill. Taking a deep breath, I yanked the cover up and off my car. I took a step back and gazed proudly at my car. It was the 2012 Camaro form Chevrolet. It had a dark yellow shimmer paint on the body with two thick black racing stripes. The car emanated power itself. I lighed longingly. I wanted to be back out on the streets racing again so badly, but I was afraid that at the first race I went back to I would become addicted again. A voice came from behind me, "Woah... Sweet ride, Lexi!"