December 12, 2011 1:00 am
I never realized how much he meant to me. How much I could have helped him with. Until it was too late, he was gone.
January 1, 2012 12:01
“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” everyone cheered ecstatically.
Everyone was clearly extremely intoxicated. Including myself. I staggered across the discotheque barley being able to stand. I clung onto my muscular counterpart who was in an intense conversation with one of his band mates about how amazing this year was going to play out.
“s-s-sorry to interrupt guys, but Niall may I take my boyfriend now?” I stammered out with a bubbly tone.
“Yeah sorry Lacey, just a sec.” Niall said.
I saw him whisper something into Harry’s ear engendering a devilish smirk upon Harry’s beautifully sculpted face. He whispered something back resulting in the well-known never-ending laugh of Niall Horan. Finally I managed to pull Harry away from Niall.
“So what was that about?” I said curiously.
“He told me to make sure I have protection, preferably flavored” he chuckled “that boy is a cheeky little fuck when he’s drunk.”
“He’s always cheeky” I replied smiling with my aqua eyes.
We walked onto the dance floor as he put his hands on my hips as I grinded on his. We were known as the sexual couple in our group of friends. “Always horny” as Louis would put it. We danced for a while until the loud techno songs had stopped, abruptly changing into a slow song for all the couples in the club. Harry than spun me around putting his arm’s around my waist as we moved to the slow song. We saw some friends slowly meandering over who indeed, had no dates. So they felt like ruining ours was suiting.
“Hey mate” I heard Zayn say to Harry from behind me. I felt Harry’s hand come off my back shooing him away. Although, all of the boy’s were drunk so they were unable to comprehend anything. Especially signaling.
“Mind if I cut in,” Louis said with a beer in one hand and his girlfriends hand in the other.
“Fuck off Lou” Harry said half joking.
“Whoa, calm down curly” Lou responded witty as ever.
Harry grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close.
“Let’s go back to our flat love” He whispered into my ear with a husky tone sending chills down my spine.
“Alright” I responded.
We walked out of the club, hands intertwined, and walked to the cab awaiting by the curb.
“Whittaker Street” Harry said to the cab driver.
For some odd reason, the cab ride back to the flat was silent. Not silent out of anger, he seemed nervous. About what though?