kalopsia [harry styles]

10

HARRY STYLES

"So how's therapy going?"

"It's fucking hell"

A laugh, followed by a snicker.

"I mean, Harry what did you expect? Flowers and acceptance for beating someone up?"

I pause, scowling up at Niall.

"I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that" I snap, my brow furrowing as I take in a breath. "Also, I already have to go through therapy. I don't need another dumbass to tell me what I did was wrong"I grit out, shooting daggers at him.

Niall holds his arms up, mocking surrender and making a face as if he was afraid. He probably wasn't, and even if I was angry, I wouldn't beat him up, he was my friend.

Most of the time anyways.

Right now, as he stared at me with that shit eating grin, I wanted nothing but to beat it off of him.

"Whatever you say, Harry" He retorts, exaggerating his accent and shaking his head before going to take a beer from the cooler, which is beside the couch in front of me.

My gaze follows his actions, a scowl clear on my face. I grab my lip with my fingers, pinching it as I was deep in thought.

I hated people that were always in my business. Hated them. Not my friends, they were fine. They annoyed me, but they sort of had a right to ask me about things.

But fans and people I didn't even know? Yeah they could go to hell and rot for all I cared.

It wasn't all of the fans that were like this, of course, there were the nice ones, and after all I did owe them the fact that it was because of them that I was famous and rich. 

"So the girl," another voice calls out, and I turn to face Louis. "Did you meet her there?"

I nod, my lips pursing as I run a hand through my hair. It was growing longer, but there was no way I was gonna leave it long like last time. I'd give it about a month before I cut it again. 

"Yeah, I did" I respond, and he nods silently, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

He sits on a stool in front of the bar, a notebook in his hand. Louis was the writer of the band, his lyrics tended to fit the style of the band more, and I didn't argue with that.

I had my own music, but they'd be dead if they heard it. It was something I didn't share much about and I wouldn't share with anyone.

It didn't really fit the genre of our music anyways so I didn't even bother proposing the songs to the rest of the boys.

"And what's the deal with her? Is she fucked up as well or something?" Niall asks from the other side of the room, now holding his guitar.

"I don't know," I pause "-and if I did I wouldn't even tell you" I snicker, and he holds out his middle finger to me.

I make as if I catch it, giving him a sarcastic smile before holding my fist to my heart, as if it had been a kiss, not his middle finger

"Dick" he mumbles under his breath as he lowers his head to strum the guitar strings, and I can't help but chuckle.

Most of the times I liked being with the band because we didn't take anything serious, and none of us got offended easily.

Being rude wasn't something I really minded being with them. I'd grown used to being shut off and rude to people to the point that it just came naturally, and the boys knew that.

Also, Niall and Louis were a bit of assholes themselves and Zayn, well Zayn was an asshole to everyone, and while he didn't like to say it, we knew that he was a softie when it came to the people close to him.

We were currently in the studio, putting together one of the songs that was supposed to be in the next album. It wasn't really normal to see us here though; usual was that Louis composed the songs and then when the time was right we'd just swoop in, record, and then leave. No issues.

If there were concerts then I'd attend (obviously), but didn't have a problem with that because they were mostly followed by parties that made us get high and drink until we blacked out.

Oh, and a lot, I mean a lot, of sex.

I liked the band. I liked singing and being with the boys, but I hated management and the lack of privacy that came with it.

I hated management for forcing me to go to therapy and for a lot of other stuff. They always tried to control us and our relationships as well as our reputation.

Hence... therapy.

Well, if it hadn't been for them then I wouldn't have met Fallon, but they're still shit.

I sigh, standing up and making a beeline to the beers, because God I needed one.

"And does she know?" This time it's Zayn who speaks. He's on his phone seated in the couch in front of me. When he speaks he looks up, his brown meeting my green ones.

I tense up, not knowing what to say.

Then I shake my head, leaning down and grabbing a beer from the cooler before standing up right and turning to him.

"No she doesn't, and she won't. Ever. You fucking got that?" I question, pointing to him, my eyebrows high.

Zayn nods, rolling his eyes. He seemed to be accustomed to my asshole moods, but I didn't really care.

"You should hang more around her. I liked you better when you were all nice and quiet" Niall pitched in with a laugh, referring to when we were at the club.

I mock him, imitating his laugh.

"Very funny Niall, very funny" I pause. "You'll probably see more of her though, I plan to keep her around" I say pointedly, but it sounds more like a warning so that they control themselves.

And to keep their traps shut. 

At this, Niall's eyebrows go high in surprise, and he coughs, choking on his beer.

"Harry Styles keeping a girl around?" He awes, staring at me with wide eyes. "That's a miracle. Is she good in bed?" He asks, his eyes wide as he tips his beer to me.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head.

"For god's sake, Niall. We haven't slept together, and I'm not keeping her around for that"

"Then you're keeping her around for you know what... right?"

I nod, taking a sip of my beer.

"Yeah, but I don't think we'll ever fuck" I pause, turning to the boys.

"so you mean to say that she's a friend?" Louis asks, looking up from his notebook, interested in the conversation.

I purse my lips, thinking over what he just said before nodding.

"Yeah. She's a friend"

an; short chapter but... :)