Simmer Down and Pucker Up
Eleven
“What, so you guys are back to this now?”
My eyes snapped open at the sound of Harry’s venomous voice; yawning, I looked to my side where Zayn laid. We were wrapped up in each other and I had to push his arms off of me in order to sit up. Zayn grumbled something and tried to reach for me, but I was already on my feet staring at Harry who was glaring at me, “It’s five in the morning, fuck off,” Zayn spoke up from behind me.
Harry’s eyes were locked on mine with a look that I had never seen directed towards me, “Zayn, wake up,” I said without looking away from Harry.
“We don’t have time for this shit, Spence, a car is outside waiting to take us to the airport; they rescheduled the Paris show and we have to be on that stage at 10pm tonight and its almost noon in Paris so we have got to fucking go,” Harry grumbled under his breath.
“Zayn, will you get the fuck out because Harry and I need to talk,” My voice cracked; I was starting to lose the slight grip I had left on my emotions.
“No, Spencer, we don’t have to say shit to each other. I can be angry with you,” His voice had risen to a yell which left me standing there like a deer in the headlights. “We will be fine eventually because I’ve known you my whole life and our friendship is stronger than that, but I don’t think you’re a good person, so stay the fuck away from me.”
“I won’t tell your boyfriend anything—don’t worry—but looking at you makes me sick so please leave me alone,” The tears began streaming down my face instantly. I had been lying to Harry for years and he finally knew the truth. He looked over my shoulder at Zayn who stared at us awkwardly, “Pack up your shit; we’ve got a plane to catch.”
He slammed the door shut behind him as I began to cry harder. Zayn walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, “He’ll get over it,” He murmured as he pulled me into his chest.
I stayed in his arms for a moment and let out all my tears before stepping out of his grip, “I-I just want to see Louis, Liam and Niall.”
Zayn’s face fell as I wiped my tears, “Well, we will get to them soon enough,” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and took a step back, “do you really dislike being around me that much?”
“It makes it easier when I pretend I don’t love you,” I said quietly and walked towards my closet, “and you act like an ass half the time. So that helps too,” I added before looking back at the clothes that hung in my closet.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the ground before stepping out of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t plan to wear one for an eight hour flight so I reached in for a red-orange maxi dress that still had the tags on it. The dress fell from my hands as Zayn’s breath hit my neck, his hands set down on my hips and pulled me into him, “Can I get one last kiss before we go back to that,” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and grinding into me.
His words tickled against my skin, sending goosebumps up my spine as he trailed kisses along my back. My heartbeat sped up as I turned around and looked up at him, his eyes moved down to my chest, “You are my perfect woman,” He muttered as he looked back up to me.
I cracked a small smile, stepping towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips met softly, “This doesn’t mean anything, okay,” I whispered against his lips.
“Deal,” He answered before attempting another kiss. I pressed my hand flat against his chest and pushed him back, “That was it,” He asked with a frown.
“You got to see my boobs and we kissed all night,” My voice got serious as I turned to pick up the dress that had dropped to the floor, “we can’t keep doing this to each other, Zayn.”
“I just want to love you.”
I stayed with my back to him as I ripped the tag off the dress, “I don’t,” I said as I slipped into the dress.
Zayn sighed, “Look, I get it, but I’m not an idiot and I’m not giving up that easily. I mean, what do you want me to do? You get to ride Louis’ dick while I just sit around and watch; it’s not like I can go out and bring back girls—you would kill me—what the fuck do you want me to do, Spence?”
I straightened out the dress as I turned to face him, “I would be thrilled for you if you found yourself a nice girl—”
“Bullshit,” He cut me off with a laugh, “you are never ever going to like seeing me with another girl; this is you we are talking about here.”
“No, really,” I said defensively, “if it was a decent girl I would be happy, but you always date trashy dumb girls, so that is your problem, not mine.”
He eyed me for a moment suspiciously, “I feel like this is a test. Every movie I have seen tells me that the moment you get permission to go out and fuck other girls is just a—”
“This is not a fucking movie, Zayn,” I snapped, “you and I can’t ever be together; you need to get that through your head because I have. I’m with Louis now and I hope that you at least try to have some fun during the rest of this tour instead of being a drunken mopey asshole. Go fuck some fans, do whatever it takes, as long as we both can move on.”
The words felt foreign as they were leaving my mouth, but it needed to be done. His eyes stayed locked on mine, “Bullshit,” He said again with a scoff.
I rolled my eyes and walked past him, “We don’t have time for this,” I yelled and opened my bedroom door, stepping out with Zayn a few inches behind me.
“I still don’t believe a word, because you are crazy and can’t ever tell me how you feel, but I’ll drop it for now,” He said as we walked into the living room. Harry was standing with his arms folded across his chest and black Raybans covering his eyes, he was staring at the TV with a frown that put a halt to our bickering.
“Almost two weeks have passed since the brakes were put on the One Direction world tour, the boys themselves have been relatively quiet. Their reps released a statement, saying the break was the plan from the start, with set appearances at the MTV Video Music Awards and some promotional stops for their much anticipated movie released along the way. Yet, the rumor mill has still continued to swirl, with multiple sources citing hostility between the boys and drug addiction being part of the cause. When asked about the abrupt show cancelation that blindsided the fans in Paris, 1D’s camp chose not to comment, but Directioners all over can rejoice. The boys, and their favorite gal-pal are heading back to Europe to carry on where they left off. Seems like we can finally lay all those pesky break up rumors to rest.”
XXX
I felt like death.
That was probably because I drank eleven mimosas on the plane, proceeded to get sick and then slept the rest of the way to Paris. I hardly remember the car ride to the villa, but I do recall the snappy comments Harry threw my way every time Zayn came to my aid. I was relieved to finally be back in a bed. Although, I wasn’t quite sure how I got here. Blacking out again minutes into the car ride was probably at fault, but it smelt like Louis and that brought on a wave of relief for some reason. For the first time in days I was away from hostility. A smile spread to my face as I stretched out, letting the comfort of Louis’ scent fill me up, I still had a slight buzz going, but mostly, I felt sick.
It was almost 2AM which meant the boys would be back any minute. I was kind of glad I missed the show—even though my liver probably hated me, it was worth it—I couldn’t handle that chaos. This tour had been dragging on and I was ready for it to end, but we still had two long months which was now probably three because of the new dates that were added. I pushed myself out of the bed and headed straight for the mirror. My dress, which had started out as the comfortable option, clung to my body and was covered in a mixture of sweat and vomit. I quickly pulled it off me and threw it to the side with a sigh, my head was killing me. I ran my hands up my body and squeezed my breasts with a frown, they were sore and it did feel good at the time, but now the memory of Zayn’s rough hands were making my hangover even worse. The guilt lingered in the pit of my stomach, I was no better than he was. If it hadn’t been for the thin fabric of the shirt I was wearing last night, there would have been bruises all over me and the thought of having to explain that to Louis scared me. He was innocent in all of this. I stopped at Louis’ suitcase and flipped it open, pulling out a pair of sweats along with a whiteT-shirt.
I kept the clothes in my hands as I ran out of the bedroom. The layout of the house was familiar to me, every stay in France meant we would most likely be staying here and after the way we trashed this place a few weeks ago, I’m surprised they let us a back. My stop of course was the master bathroom which in my opinion had the best shower. The master bedroom seemed to have been claimed by Liam who had his collection of snapbacks laid out on the bed. The lights in the bathroom came on automatically as I entered, I set my clothes down on the countertop and traced my hand down the glass door of the shower, pulling the door open and stepping in.
I stood under the water, letting it stream over me for a good twenty minutes before forcing my body to move and clean myself. I lathered up my hair with my eyes shut tight and stepped under the water as the shower door slid open, “Jesus.” Louis’ voice brought a smirk to my face, “You don’t even know how sexy you look all soaped up like that.”
My eyes opened at the click of the shower door, a smile spread to my lips as I wrapped my arms around a his neck, “Hi,” I locked our gaze and pulled him in closer.
I ran my hand through his wet hair, slicking it back and bringing our lips together. His arms wrapped around me tighter as he stepped back, pressing me into the tile and taking my hands in his. He pinned my arms up by my head and pulled back with a smirk, “Hi,” He whispered and crashed his lips back to mine.
His hands moved back down to my waist and wrapped around, pulling me in closer to him, “I missed you so much,” He breathed out into my ear before reconnecting our lips.
I moved my hands from his shoulders to his neck, “I missed you too,” I said as I kissed his chest.
“Why were you guys so late?”
I let go of him and reached for the body wash, flipping the cap open and pouring it out into my hands, “The show was great. Taylor and Ariana were at the show and performed with us—oh fuck baby, just touch it,” He begged as I ran my nails across his soapy skin.
I giggled, moving my hands slowly back up his chest, sudsing up his body and keeping my eyes directly on his, “I feel too shitty for sex right now.”
He frowned down at me, “Why do you have to assume that touching my penis is going to turn into sex?”
“Because it always does!” I laughed as I picked up the shower gel and handed it to him, “You should finish up—I need to eat—I’m dying.”
Louis chuckled, leaning down and bringing his lips to mine. A small smile spread to my lips as I pulled away, “I’m glad you’re back, Harry and Zayn were monsters.”
“You’ll have to tell me all about it,” He said as he placed a kiss on my forehead, “just a warning, love, they’re still monsters.”
I gave him a confused look as he continued, “After the show we all hit up a club for a bit, which is why we were late, and now the party has kind of carried on to here. Theres quite a few people...”
“Oh,” I frowned, I really was not in the mood to deal with drunk assholes even though I was one myself a few hours ago. “What the fuck is Harry thinking hanging around with Taylor again?”
Louis shampooed his hair with a laugh, “Fuck if I know,” His eyes came to close as he stepped under the water, “but they’ve been all over each other all night—I don’t think Harry is in a good place right now—and Zayn suddenly wants to fuck everything and has been hounding girls all around.”
My face fell, “Thanks for telling me baby,” I put on my best happy voice as I turned to step out of the shower, “I’m going to find us something to eat.”
“Love you.”
Louis and I both froze as his eyes opened to stare at me, “Uh, I mean—”
He paused before cracking a grin, “Fuck it,” He stepped towards me and locked our gaze, “I know we haven’t been together for that long at all, but I am falling for you.”
I stared back at him without a word to say, “I love you, Spencer,” He repeated profoundly.
Pushing all my worries to the side with a single deep breath, I stepped in and closed the gap between us, “I love you, too,” I mumbled against his lips. I pulled back with one final kiss and couldn’t help but laugh at the sheepish grin on his face, “I’ll see you on the other side.”
Louis’ laugh echoed as I stepped out of the shower and shut the door. I quickly toweled myself off and changed into the clothes I had brought in with me. I ran a hand through my wet hair and took a deep breath, I looked like utter shit and the house was probably filled with girls who were models. I headed out the bathroom and into the bedroom that was now occupied by Liam and two blonde girls, “Hey,” His face lit up when he saw me.
“You look like you’ve got your full over here,” I said as Liam pulled me in for a side-hug.
The girls giggled as Liam cracked a sly grin, “I think I can handle it.” I chuckled and started walking towards the door as Liam called out, “Harry and Zayn are really drunk, don’t be too hard on them.”
Two warnings was enough for me and my only hope was to avoid everybody and go straight to the bedroom. Music and voices filled the air as I made my way down the hall, the first pair of eyes to land on me were Harry’s and he looked completely out of it, “Spencer!”
His voice was booming and he had a playful grin on his lips. His arm was wrapped around Taylor Swift who held a red solo cup, her eyes moved to me, “Hi.”
My awkward tone sounded similar to hers as I uttered my hello and averted my gaze to Ariana Grande and Zayn who were taking shots of tequila at the far end of the kitchen counter. I looked back at Harry as Zayn continued to ignore me, “How was the show?”
“Great,” Harry smirked as he buried his face into the crook of Taylor’s neck and kissed her, “these two babes killed it,” He said as she giggled.
“Yeah, you missed a good show,” Taylor said as her annoyingly kind demeanor took over.”
“Yeah, that’s too bad,” I muttered as I shifted my attention back to Ariana and Zayn who were standing a lot closer than I would have liked.
My mouth slightly opened as Zayn reached down with both hands, swooped her up and locked his hands on her hips. She let out a loud giggle as she tightened her legs around his waist and leaned back. Zayn dipped his head down and traced his tongue from the spot between her breasts all the way up to her lips, sealing it off with a kiss, “Spencer.”
“Huh?”
I looked back at Taylor who was calling my name, “I asked if you’re going to be making it to the show tomorrow night.”
“Oh, yeah...” I said awkwardly as I tried my best not to look back over at Zayn’s disgusting behavior, “I just felt shitty from the plane ride over and had to get some sleep. Are you guys coming?”
Taylor grinned as she nodded, “We’re going to finish off the week here with you guys and play the Paris shows. It’s going to be so fun!”
Harry seemed satisfied by the displeased expression on my face, “That’s awesome,” I said with a fake smile, “so, uh, are you guys going to be staying here?”
“Of course they’re going to be staying here,” Zayn said as he walked over and set Ariana down on the counter with a kiss on her lips.
Harry smirked at me, “Don’t you think Zayn and Ariana make a cute couple, Spence?”
I rolled my eyes as Ariana giggled, “I think you’re right, Harry,” Zayn said as he guided her arms around his neck and kissed her lips, “we do look pretty good.”
“Well, after you and Perrie come out about the split we can show the whole world just how cute we look,” She giggled as she hopped off the counter.
Zayn’s eyes landed on mine as Harry kept speaking, “You still haven’t answered, Spencer.”
I wanted to smash his face in, but the sound of Louis’ cheery voice stopped me, “Somebody pour me a drink,” He sang as he walked into the kitchen dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. He grinned at me and planted a wet kiss on my cheek before stepping around me to make himself a drink, “What are we talking about in here?”
“Just how beautiful Ari and I look together,” Zayn boasted.
Louis chuckled and took a sip from his drink as Harry spoke, “You and Spence look pretty good together too, Louis, but” He paused as the arrogant smirk returned to his lips, “I think the true power couple would have to be Spencer and Zayn—I mean, if that was to ever happen.”
I narrowed my eyes on him as he chuckled, “Yeah... I could see that, they’ve both got the dark hair thing going for them,” Louis said as he took another sip of his drink.
“Yeah, I see it,” Ariana giggled as she came by me, “Go stand by him for a sec.”
I wanted to freak out, but that would probably seem strange so I kept my mouth shut and took my spot next to Zayn who grinned down at me as he slinked his arm around my shoulders.
“Yeah, you two look hot,” Harry added, “like the type of people you would pay to watch fuck; if only there was a sex tape.”
I glared at him as I pushed Zayn’s arm away from me,“They kind of look like they could be brother and sister,” Louis said with a laugh.
“She would still fuck me even if I was her brother,” Zayn added triumphantly.
“You guys are fucking disgusting,” I snapped as I turned around and stormed out of the room.
“Babe,” Louis called out as he caught up to me, stopping me in my tracks and giving me his sweetest smile, “They’re just being drunk assholes; they probably won’t even remember in the morning.”
“I’m sick and tired of living in a frat house,” I frowned at him as the tears I had been holding back began to fall out.
Louis’ face fell as he reached his hand up and wiped a tear, “Come here,” He said as he pulled me into his arms. I let myself go, letting it all out as I replayed the image of Zayn touching Ariana the same way he touched me. Louis rocked me back and forth, placing a kiss on the top of my head as he pulled away, “Let’s go to sleep and cuddle; I know it’s been crazy these last few months and all these people in this house is not going to be fun...”
A small smile spread to his face as my lower lip quivered, “That is why you and I are going to spend these next few days doing our own thing, fuck everybody else” He leaned in and kissed me softly, “In the morning we’ll go get some breakfast and hit up all the shops, get you some new clothes...”
I grinned as he laughed and kissed me again, “And then we will come back here and get ready, so we can get some dinner and head straight to the venue after.”
“That sounds perfect, Louis,” I reached up and wiped at my moist face, “I really don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.”
He draped his arm around me and walked us down the hall towards our designated bedroom, “Yeah, the guys have been crazy this last bit...” I knew he was talking about Harry and Zayn specifically, “I think once the tour finally ends and we can stop worrying about it things will be back to normal.”
“You’re right,” I mumbled, letting his words soothe me as I walked to the bed and crawled in. Louis shuffled around in his suitcase and pulled out a pair of briefs, slipping them on before shutting off the light.
The weight on the bed shifted as he climbed in and wrapped his arms around me, “Stop stressing out about things you can’t control—” Louis murmured into my ear as he trailed kisses down my neck, “—and get some fuckin' sleep.”
Looooove Zayn!!! I feel kinda sorry for harry!
7/28/14