Allergic to Roses

Closets

When we finally got out of that God-forsaken elevator I was already drained from preventing Ainsley from having a panic attack because of the claustrophobic elevator.

Mimi had texted me saying that even though we didn't know each other well, she wanted to bring us to the set of the new romance movie that was filming, That Summer, and I rejected the idea at the first hand, but then Jordan (and a reluctant Ainsley) convinced me that it would be cool.

So there they were standing there and talking to Axel Rose, when I came back from the bathroom.

I came back just in time to see Wes throw a punch at the movie-star and it didn't look very friendly.

"Wes!" I called out quite loudly, earning the attention of a few unwanted onlookers.

What happened next was not planned for. Axel fucking punched Wesley back.

"Axel!" I screeched this time, at the same time as Ainsley and Jordan, and probably the whole staff of the movie.

"What the hell is going on here?" An angry looking woman with brown hair and green eyes shouted, her long fingernails tapping painfully loud on her clipboard in aggravation.

Following her, a very small girl came put of a long hallway, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Well they're fighting," I said sarcastically to the annoyed older woman. She was casting a very disapproving glare at Wesley and Axel who were now wrestling on the floor.

I decided to ignore it only because a. Wesley would win unless Axel was sort of mixed martian arts teacher and b. I liked watching Axel Rose get his ass handed to him on a silver platter.

Just as Axel had rolled Wesley over, so he was on top of him and pounding his face, two security guards rushed over and pried them off each other, and it took another ten to hold each of them back.

"Stupid male pride," I muttered, walking over to Wesley, Ainsley and Jordan in tow.

Mimi was frantically explaining to the security guards what happened, while the stern woman and the small girl were talking to Axel, who looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Wait," he called out to me as I started to walk away with Wesley, who was roughly pulling me along, "are you Elle or Harley. Or did you lie to me too?" He looked even more pissed off at me than Wesley, and when Wes pulled me away so I broke eye contact with Axel, I was more than grateful.

"What happened between you two?" He asked once we reached the car.

I got out the first aid kit from the rental car and took out an alcohol pad.

Wesley flinched as I dabbed the alcohol pad across his split lip and I smiled, "for someone who's been in the military for years, you still flinch."

He smiled, but I slapped his arm for moving his lips and he quickly brought them back into a tight frown.

I felt his eyes on me as I continued to dab the cut, and eventually told him to quit staring at me or else.

"Or else what?"

I shrugged, "I'll beat you up."

"I'm ex-military Ley."

"I took martial arts classes while you
were gone," I lied.

He smirked, "of course."

I reprimanded him for moving again and he just sulked. It amused me how much of a child he could be.

"Alright your lip's done. I'm going back to get Ainsley and Jordan, keep the car running."

I jogged back inside, and slipped through the closing doors as some lady ran out.

I walked back into the hallway leading to the big area we were in before, when I was roughly grabbed by the shoulder and thrown into a small closet.

"Whoever the hell you are, I will scream rape if you don't let me the fuck go." I said against their hands.

"El-Harl- fuck. It's me!" Axel's voice spoke. I bit down on his hand in an attempt to get him to let go, and it worked.

"Did you bite me? What the hell was that for?" He asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me in the pitch black, "oh, I don't know," I muttered sarcastically, "maybe the fact that you fucking dragged me into a closet like a pedophile!"

"Want some candy?" He asked, equally sarcastic.

I frowned and moved to slap him in the shoulder, and I heard him grunt in response, "that was my face!"

"Good!" I exclaimed, suddenly very aware of the close space we were in. His legs were tangled in mine, and our chests were pressed up against each other. I felt my face flare up at the contact and was suddenly thankful for the darkness to conceal it.

"I'm sorry," he said, his hot breath fanning my face. "I shouldn't have snapped at you before."

I smiled slightly at the apology, "sorry, for not telling you who I was."

"Which time?" He chuckled.

I laughed too, and attempted to back away from him, only to feel my back press against the stony wall.

His body moved closer to mine, and my cheeks heated up a little. "Want to finish what we started at the masquerade?"

My eyes widened slightly and I suddenly realized that I didn't want to be one of Axel Rose's playmates.

I actually wanted something real.

"Uh- How about no?" I asked, and lamely attempted to push him away.

I heard his back thud against the wall of the closet, and frowned when I realized he was still touching me.

"Trying to get rid of me?" I imagined his signature smirk, and reached in the direction where I thought the door know was.

Let's just say I didn't hit that door knob.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" His husky voice asked.

I blushed, again, and quickly retracted my hand, "fuck no. I'm trying to get the hell out of here, dumb ass."

He blew out a breath from his nose, "uh-huh."

I finally found the actual door knob and twisted it, and my heart rate picked up when I realized it wasn't unlocked.

"Holy shit."

I started pounding my fists against the wooden door, desperate for someone to open it.

A few minutes later, and a bunch of inappropriate comments from Axel, and someone finally yelled "who's in there?"

"Wesley?" I asked incredulously, "Wesley! Help me! It's Harley!"

I felt the door knob turn and I was met with a bright light and Wesley's confused face.

His face suddenly hardened and I quirked an eyebrow before I realized how bad this situation must've looked. Wesley punching movie-star, best friend leaving Wesley to to hide in a closet with the movie-star.

"It was an accident, honest, he pulled me in and we tr-"

Instead of forgiving me, like I thought he would, betrayal and another unknown emotion flashed across his face before his eyes turned a steely brown and he slammed the door in my face.

"Well, I think he forgave you."

"Oh, fuck off."