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f o u r

currently on a plane on my way back from France

Sometimes I get angry. A scary angry.

"So who's going to tell me what the fuck is going on" I say in a smooth calm tone pacing in a straight line pulling on my bottom lip. I take dramatic long steps with my lean legs advancing the click of my boots on the flooring. Finally I stop and look up at the two men in front of me sitting on the white leather couch, scrunched together in an uncomfortable looking fashion.

Louis turns and looks at Will a nervous look flashing across his features.

"We-"

"No Louis" Will snaps stopping Louis from revealing his unspoken words.

"Adeline I love you but this is for the best" Will says looking up at me from his seated position on the sofa his arms reasting on his legs obviously to large for the seat.

"What is for the best?" I snarl getting impatient on the lack of information.

"We can't tell you Adie" Louis mumbles looking down at his tattered Vans.

"Why the hell not" I question

"Sis I promise when the time comes you'll be the first to know." Will says standing up to his 6'3 figure taking a step closer to me and placing his large hand on my arm. I flinch from the action and a flash of hurt crosses his features.

"Don't" I snarl backing away and grabbing my bag from the counter flipping it over my sholder before bounding twords the door.

"Adie please!" I hear Louis shout before I slam the door shut stomping down the marble stairs and into my car. I speed down the long ass driveway before speeding out of the gates and onto the busy night streets of the city. Away from the lies and the two men closest to me who I once trusted with my life.

I've always been a careless driver I never really give a shit. I slouch into my seat before reaching over and shaking my I phone out of the leather of my bag before plugging it into my speakers and blasting the nastiest rap music around my car attempting to drown out my thoughts. As I swerve around a minivan as my music softens for a moment signiling I have a text.

Well seven from Louis, five from Will, two from Ray. I decide on ignoring Louis and Will and open Ray's.

:// Ray Jacques > 5:18pm <
babe can you get me some beer im out

:// Ray Jacques > 5:23pm <
not that budlight shit get me octoberfeast

I roll my eyes as my douchebag "fianće" before taking a sharp turn into some ghetto gass station, pulling up the the door taking up two spaces before grabbing my bag and slamming the door shut.

The door to the store jingles as I step through it. All eyes turn and look twords me most of them widining at who I am or raking down my long skinny jean clad legs and v-cut white t-shirt with my shin length light brown leather polished boots with golden emplated heels.

I scoff at the discusting druggies before walking to the back of the store which smells like cheap smokes and piss. I grab the first six pack I see before walking to the check out counter and plopping it down with my credit card. The greasy haired man looks of from his smokes his eyes widining in suprise.

"M-Miss Tremonte" he studders out, I give him a quick nod before he stumbles up from the wooden stool swiping my card.

"H-have a great evening" he studders out before flashing me his discusting yellow teeth. I nod again picking up the beer boldly walking to the front of the stoor knowing all eyes are on me, before pushing open the foggy glass and stepping into my car speeding away into the darkness.

As I arrive at Ray's flat it's pitch black outside. I grab the beer and my bag before walking up into the lobby and into the elavator ingoring the stares from the passers. I click top floor which Ray has to himself before resting my back against the elevator wall staring at my refection in the mirror. My wavy chestnut hair falls down my sholders to right under my breasts, my hazel eyes covered in contacts staring at myself in the reflecting wall. My small nose big, straight, perfect teeth to my fat lips covered in red lipstick, all the way to my sharp jawline and the random mole on the side of my neck.

The dinging of the elavator snaps me out of my trance as i step into the massive hallway and up to Ray's glass front door. I push open the doors and into the huge modern flat. I step around the leather couch and through the kitchen doors entering the to large kitchen.

I plop the beer onto the counter.

"RAY I GOT YOUR SHIT." I yell out dropping my bag onto the counter before lifting myself onto it kicking off my boots and pulling out my phone. The light begins to annoy my tired eyes so I put my long finger up to my eyes pulling out the itchy contacts and throwing them into the sink wahsing them down before pulling out my big brown glasses and slipping them on my face.

Louis always calls them my nerd glasses and normally ends out with a slap on the arm before he give me a kiss on the cheek just to annoy me even more. I love Louis but not like that, yes we have slept in a bed together no we have not done any of what your dirty minds are thinking of, he's my best friend.

I hear the door to the kitchen opening, figuring its Ray I keep my eyes on my phone mumbling a quick "beers on the table" not looking up.

"You must be Adeline." a deep english accent rumbles through ecoing kitchen "I'ts finallys time we've met, I've been waiting, and love I'm an impatient man you should know.

I finally look up from my phone my eyes widining behind my glasses. A smirk immeadtly crosses his handsome features his pink lips pulling up at the edges.

His chocolate curls are messily thrown on his head pushed above his forhead causing him to look even taller then his most likely 6'1-6'2 figure.

His lean body covered in black skinnies so tight a slight buldge in his jeans pops over his crotch probely not by arousal or anything, most likely because of the spandex like jeans.

His top is clad in a plain white t-shirt causing me to see his hips popping a little at the sides at the top his jeans though he is no where near fat considering his muscular arms, tatoos littering down his arms and through the black marks showing from the thin shirt I know on his chest to.

To top it off and thick worn leather jacket in his massive ring covered fingures. I notice a MJ lettering on the sleeve of the jacket.

I know that jacket, Will has that same jacket, I always though MJ stood for Michael Jackson or some gay stupid shit Will would do, though now I wonder.

I look up to see the man smirking proudly his green eyes scorching into my hazel eyes causing me to shy down knowing he saw me staring.

What the hell, I don't shy down, I'm a Tremonte.

"And you are?" I speak in a confident tone matching his eye contact because I'm not one to back down.

"Harry" he smiles "Harry Styles"

Shit it's him