Duplicity [h.s]

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"drug addicted lead singer of renown punk band tours the world robbing banks and commuting felonies without ever getting caught. His secrete talent of charm and mind games gets him very step closer in this plan. So whatever you do, don't look into his eyes."

I posted this on twitter with the video I made inspired by the beauty papers video shoot. give it a little watch above^^^

Aven Brooks

Three loud knocks, a shaking door, and a hard yell was enough to shoot my eyes open. I snap up from my sleep, realizing I was laying on a long pair of legs. I turn my head in startle, coming to see Harry sat up and leaning his back against the side of the bed. His head was fallen forward, chin meeting his chest as he was fast asleep.

Oh my god we fell asleep.

"Aven you're late!" Sal shouts from behind the door.

"Harry!" I whisper shout, shaking his legs as my eyes hurt from the contacts I slept in.

He tilted his head up slowly, opening his tired puffy eyes. They were all red and displayed obvious exhaustion.

I turned and looked at the clock, seeing it was 5:34am. We were late, the bus was suppose to leave four minutes ago.

"What time is it?" He rubs his eyes as I shot up to my feet and ran over to my suitcase.

"5:34am." I shout, running over to shove everything in my bag. I've done this too many times now, I knew the drill.

"Relax." He murmurs with tired eyes.

"We have to go we're gonna hold everyone up!" I say in tired panic, running around my room to grab all my random things. I kept seeing spots because I hit up too quick, hard head rush.

He gets up tall to his feet, turning to the bed and falling forward on it instead of getting ready. I freeze as he did so, confusing me on how he wasn't getting up and going. The bus was suppose to leave already, how is he laying down? Doesn't he have his own stuff to go pack?

"Harry we have to go!" I tug his ankle.

"I'm not getting on that bus." He rejects, his head nuzzled into the pillow of the bed.

"You have to, you have a show tonight—"

"Aven!" The loud shout of Sal was on the other side of the door again, another loud bang. "You're late!"

My stomach turned and right as I was going to speak, Harry spoke instead.

"We're not getting on the bus! We will meet you in fucking Washington." Harry yells into the pillow for Sal to hear.

"Why are you in there? Styles you need to get your ass on that bus, and so does Aven!" He doesn't back down, I was frozen and confused in the middle of the room.

What does he mean we'll meet him in Washington?

"I don't have to do anything Sal, fuck off." He says back with zero interest.

"Fine! But if you're even a second late to soundcheck then your ass is on the line!" Sal bellows in anger from the other side of the door, he had a lot of rage for a small man.

How am I going to get to Washington if the bus leaves? Why would I go with Harry? I don't want to go with Harry. I rather be safe on the bus.

"Sal wait!" I shouted in panic, sprinting to the door.

I ran over and unlocked the door with my frantic hands, whipping the door open to see Sal was already halfway down the hallway in a powerful stride.