The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[42] Never ends well

Ashton's POV

"What a load of shit, am I right?" I ask to no one in particular and the three boys nod.

"You are right, Irwin, you are right." Luke says and raises his glass.

"Fuck, how could she do that to me? What a..." I trail off, I can't call her something like that, I love her too much.

"Skank? Whore? Dirty Prostitute? Promiscuous bitch?" Michael asks and takes a sip of his drink.

We are in the private section of some club, one of the many perks of being famous. We've been here for ten minutes but none of us can be bothered going downstairs to actually 'club' and considering the day we've all had, who could blame us?

"Don't speak about her like that," I mumble, can Michael just be nice for two seconds?

"Well she is," Michael breathes out and takes yet another sip of his drink. I do the same, partially because I don't want to fight with him and also because I want to get drunk, not that I'm not already.

"Let's go downstairs," Calum says, obviously trying to brighten the mood. I'm about to protest when Calum and Luke grab one of my arms each and pull me off the couch, pushing me out.

"Pretty sure this is illegal," I yell as we get out the door and immediately the music starts to blast.

"Pretty sure we don't care," The two of them yell back in unison. I swear, those two have the same brain.

I look back slightly to see Mikey following us and to no surprise, taking a sip of his drink.

"We need more drinks!" He shouts over the music and Cal nods before heading to the bar. He returns moments later with eight clear shots. Great.

"Drink up!" One of them says but I've already tilted my head back and am ready to get smashed.

Once the four of us have downed our shots each we make our way to the dance floor, careful not to get too close to any lights, we don't need to be spotted right now.

I try to keep my eye on one of them at all times while I try to make my way to the middle and pretend I'm having fun. Mikey starts dancing with some bleach blonde girl and I try and find someone I can dance with. This is going to be a long night.

Luke's POV

The four of us split up on the dance floor and I try to keep an eye on Ash to make sure he's okay. Honestly he looks like a lost puppy and I'm about to go talk to him when I see the hottest girl ever dancing right in front of me. I see she's dancing alone and put my hand on the small of my back.

"Can I dance with you?" I shout over the overly loud music. She doesn't answer, just grabs my hand and starts dancing. I'm so tall I can hardly see her face and this lighting doesn't really help. All I can see is she has dark hair and a bangin' body. "What's your name?" I ask, closer to her ear than before.

"Scarlette," She yells. "And yours?" Now she looks up at me and I mentally punch myself in the face. As soon as she recognises me she stops dancing. "No fuckin' way." She breathes out and starts laughing. What?

"Holy shit." I can't help but laugh a little too.

"So, come to drown your sorrows in tequila and pretty girls?" She shouts and I can only just hear her.

"Why, you offering?" I ask smirking, she smirks back and shakes her head.

"Not exactly," She shouts and starts dancing again. I'm not one to object to a beautiful girl dancing on me so I dance back, like I don't want to be rude.

"Drink?" I offer after three songs of dancing. She nods and I grab her hand to lead her to the bar.

"So, where are your little friends?" She asks looking around while I order vodka sodas.

"Dunno, around? And they aren't little." She smirks and leans against the bar with her elbows propped up, staring at the dance floor.

Our vodka sodas arrive and she takes a sip. "This is all that Bee drinks." She shouts and takes another sip.

"She still drinks?" I ask and I know I should feel more at the mention of her name but all I feel is numb.

"She isn't supposed too," She shouts and takes another sip before continuing. "She's actually out tonight drinking. I came here to find her and saw Kyle - that guy from today - making out with some dirty skank." I nod. "He's my brother by the way. That's why they were going out, I set them up." I nod again. "Don't talk much do ya?"

"I don't like talkin' about Bee. It never ends well." I shout and face her. Her face is flushed slightly and there's sweat on her forehead, but she's still smoking hot.

"I meant what I said today, that you were her favourite celebrity." She yells, half slurring.

"Really?" I ask and I'm honestly surprised. Before she can respond she's facing me and pulling me down by the neck to connect out lips. At first it's slow but it quickly turns passionate and needy. "Can we go somewhere?" I whisper in her ear after I pull away.

"Mine?" That's probably a good idea since I'm sharing a room with Cal, so I nod and we walk outside to find a cab.