Simmer Down and Pucker Up
Six
The last three days in this house have been hell, luckily tonight was our last night, there was a show in a few hours and we were running late. The bus was all packed up and ready to go, we were leaving the city of love for good and I couldn’t be any happier. Initially coming into this I thought that Zayn and I were going to have a romantic week together to fix all of our problems and be together. Instead, Zayn has been a drunken train wreck and has kept Perrie around to shove in my face any chance he got. I wasn’t going down without a fight and I had Louis by my side to help me make his life just as hard as he was making mine.
I sat up, taking a drink from my cup of rum and coke, it mostly tasted like rum that was watered down with some coke, but I was on a bender so I drank it with ease. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smirking, for the first time in what felt like weeks I looked drop dead gorgeous, my confidence was at an all time high and Zayn was going to shit himself when he saw me. I kept it simple because that’s what he liked and wore a very tight, revealing black dress, it had thicker straps for extra support and an extremely low neckline showing off my favorite part of my body. The dress ended a few inches above my ass, fitting against my body snugly in all the best ways.
I ran a hand through my hair and turned around, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, rounding the corner and entering the living room, “Where is everybody?”
Zayn was the only one in there and he immediately jumped to his feet, walking towards me, “I have some stuff I need to say to you.”
I rolled my eyes, he got closer to me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the corner, “I’m serious.”
I could smell the alcohol on his breath as his grip tightened on me, “What,” I snapped.
“Don’t you love me,” He slurred, bringing himself closer to me and pressing me into the wall.
I pushed against him, getting out of his grip “I do, but I’m trying to learn not to. You have your woman here, remember.”
Zayn sighed, “I only fucked her because you made me do it.”
I stared into his eyes, fighting the urge to cry, I looked too beautiful to cry, “Well then it is a good thing we are broken up so you can keep doing whatever you want.”
“You banged Louis, what did you expect me to do?”
“We haven’t really had sex yet, actually,” I smirked, “but now I am going to let him do anything he wants to me.”
I took a step closer to him, bringing my finger up and tracing it across his jaw line, “He is going to do things to me that I didn’t even let you do.”
His eyes flared up as he let out a grunt, “I am so glad I am not with such a slut anymore.”
He smirked, “Harry told me,” he locked our gaze, “he is one of my best friends you didn’t think he would tell me what happened between you two?”
“You are just the biggest fucking whore I have ever laid my eyes on, maybe you’ll go on and shag Liam next?”
I brought my hand up, smacking it as hard as I could against his face causing him to stumble back. A musical laugh filled the air, “Oh shit.”
I burst into tears, pushing passed Zayn and coming face to face with Harry who had just walked into the room with a trio of girls behind him I kept walking, not daring to stop and face the humiliation.
“Fuck, Kendall, I’ll be right back,” Harry muttered as he chased after me, I walked into a room, Harry’s hand pushed the door open as I went to shut it, he stepped in, closing it behind him and locking it.
He looked at me, “Talk to me.”
I buried my face into my hands and began sobbing harder, what the hell was I going to say. Harry walked over to me, pulling me into his arms, “Hey,” he cooed. “what’s wrong?”
I weeped into him, my body rocking against him as I drowned him in my tears, he held me tightly, not daring to let go. I pulled back, collecting myself and looking into his eyes, “You told Zayn about us!”
“Yeah, so? Who cares what he thinks,” Harry was looking at me like I was a psycho, and I felt like one, but if Harry had any idea what had been going on between Zayn and I these last few years he would flip his lid.
“You are the one who kept saying it was nothing,” I said calmly, “so why would you go and tell Zayn of all fucking people what happened,” I couldn’t fight the urge to raise my voice, I was drunk, I was broken so I was going to be as loud as I wanted.
“It was just a few stupid kisses,” Harry said, throwing his hands up in defense.
“Is that why you slapped the shit out of him,” He asked, searching my eyes for an answer.
“He cornered me and screamed at me, calling me a whore and a slut,” Harry’s jaw dropped slightly; now I had his attention.
“Why the fuck would he say something like that?” His expression hardened, “I’m going to kill him.”
“Louis and I hooked up and are kind of a thing now...” I trailed off and grabbed a handful of tissues and began wiping off all of my smeared mascara. I reached for my makeup removing wipes and took off the rest of the black smudges, trying my best to keep busy to avoid looking into Harry’s eyes.
“What the fuck happened in the few days I was gone?” His tone got protective, pissing me off even more.
I finished dabbing at my makeup and tossed my trash into the bin, rolling my eyes as I finally looked up at him, “Oh god. I don’t even want to talk to you anymore.”
I walked passed him to the door and unlocked it, quickly making my way out and soon coming face to face with everyone who had witnessed the debauchery. Zayn had an icepack held against his face and Perrie was at his side glaring at me. Harry caught up to me, stopping me in my tracks and locking our gaze, “You owe me a talk later.”
I nodded, breaking eye contact and looking up to see Louis approaching; he was here to save me. He walked over to us with a weary expression, clearly feeling the tension in the room, “Harry, you’re back!”
Not one to cause a scene, Louis ignored what was going on and changed the subject smoothly as he moved closer to me and snaked his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. A small smile playing on his lips as the group of girls walked over, “And you brought guests!”
“Yeah,” Harry reached out grabbed the tall brunettes hand and pulled her towards him, “this is Kendall Jenner.”
She draped herself around him, giving a small smile as Harry continued talking, “and that is her little sister Kylie.”
“You guys all know Selena,” Harry said as he nodded to her.
“Hey, Spencer,” She walked over, breaking the slight awkwardness as she pulled me away from zayn and in for a hug, “I haven’t seen you in ages!”
I let out a breath it was officially time to get my game face on—nothing would faze me. It felt kind of nice to have somebody here who was a friend, kind of a friend; she was familiar and that is what I needed right now. I smiled, “I know! Are you still with JB?”
“It’s complicated...” Selena trailed off.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and steered her towards the kitchen, “Well, there are two very single boys in there so let’s go take some shots!”
XXX
The level of intoxicated I was right now was probably not safe, and the fact that I was not confronting any of my problems probably wasn’t very safe either. I let out a loud giggle as I hopped up off of the table, pulling the straps of my dress up to cover my exposed chest that was just used as a platter. Selena had a huge grin on her face as she clapped her hands together and let out a breath, “All right, baby girl, you are next.”
“You guy’s are crazy,” Harry chuckled. He was trying to have a good time, he adapted to Louis and I quite quickly, but I could tell it still bothered him. Zayn on the other hand was sulking away drinking and drinking more than anybody else in the room and Perrie couldn’t deal with him anymore so she decided it was time to leave; which was the only good thing that had happened all week.
we were in the greenroom, the boys went on in about fifteen minutes and we were doing our usual pre-show regime, “Oh harry, don’t be a wuss,” Selena smirked locking her eyes on mine, “Now pop that shirt off and get your ass on this table so Spencer can do a line off of those abs.”
Louis laughed, “Yes, I fully support getting Harry to loosen the fuck up for once tonight.”
Kendall was about to speak but Harry aggressively pulled away from her, pulling the black T-shirt off of his body to reveal his tattooed chest. He walked over, smirking at me as he sat up on the table and laid back. Selena had a devilish grin on her face as she walked towards Harry with the bag of coke, she poured some out, as low as she could towards the top of his jeans, parallel with his dick. She neatened the line and turned to me, grinning as she handed me the rolled up hundred dollar bill, “He’s all yours.”
I walked up to Harry, pausing as I looked up into his eyes, he was still pissed at me, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy this. I smirked as I flipped my hair over my shoulder to one side, bending down as I brought the bill up to my nose and slid it across his skin, snorting up everything in its wake. I leaned in and placed a small kiss on the tattoo on his waist that read, ‘Might as well.’ I pulled back, leaving goosebumps behind and a semi-erect Harry styles beneath me.
I grinned, turning around to face Kendall, my smile turned into a smirk as I caught her staring at her chest, “You can go next if you’d like; Louis needs a kick.”
She looked hesitant but complied, peeling off her shirt as she walked to the table and let Selena do her thing, Louis leaned in and pecked my lips, “You’re a great girlfriend.”
I smiled, “So we are really gonna try this?”
He nodded, giving me another kiss, “It’s going pretty well so far, wouldn’t you say,” He asked with a raised eyebrow before walking by me to get to Kendall who had a fat line of the finest snow in all the land adorned on her chest.
“So you and Louis are officially together?” Liam approached, questioning what he had just seen go down.
Zayn was right behind him, eagerly listening, I nodded, “As official as can be; I’m excited to explore him.”
Liam laughed, “You guys are good together, I couldn’t think of a better couple.”
“I disagree,” Zayn snapped, “I think that this is going to fuck up the whole group.”
He was slurring and sloppy, it was nothing out of the ordinary so we just chose to ignore him as Niall barged in to change the subject, “Guys we go on in five minutes.”
Zayn stumbled towards the table and grabbed the bottle he had been nursing, lifting it back up to his lips for an impressive five seconds. He pulled back, spilling all over himself and the floor as he let out a cough, reaching for a random beer and finishing it off, he tossed the bottle to the floor and broke it with a laugh. “I’m not fuckin’ playing.”
He let out a loud burp as Niall rolled his eyes, “Shut the fuck up Zayn, there are thousands and thousands of people out there.”
Zayn’s voice got louder, the rest of the group had slowly gathered towards us, “I am not doing shit. I don’t have to do anything,” He muttered. Walking by everybody without a care in the world as he reached the door that led out of the room, “I don’t want to do this fuckin’ tour anymore,” He walked out without another word, slamming the door behind him and leaving us all speechless.
A few moments later the door opened again, I had a small hope that it was Zayn but instead it was the stage manager, “They’re ready for you, guys.”
“Spencer, you have to go and get him,” Liam said as Niall explained that we needed a bit more time.
“Fuck no, I am not his babysitter somebody else can deal with that,” I said as I plopped down onto the couch.
“You’re the only one he listen’s too,” Louis chirped in, sitting down next to me and putting his hand on my knee.
I shook my head as Harry spoke up in my defense, “I’ll go, just hold things off until I get back,” His eyes landed on mine as he sighed.
I rolled my eyes, I fucking hated men. Harry darted out of the room leaving us all in a very awkward situation, we were in a sold out stadium with screaming fans who had been waiting for hours to see these boys. Louis Squeezed on my leg making me look up at him, he leaned in kissing me for a brief moment before pulling back, “Don’t stress out, you of all people shouldn’t have to worry about band issues.”
I smiled, “You’re sweet,” I leaned in, fusing our lips, “but I am more worried about Zayn doing something stupid.”
“Again,” He kissed me, “that isn’t your problem, so just relax baby; you’re too pretty to be stressed out.”
I leaned my head against his shoulder closing my eyes and letting myself take in a moment of silence. It didn’t last very long though, the door burst open and Harry was back, in a lot less time than I had suspected, “I talked to him on the phone,” He said as he grabbed a beer, taking a long drink.
“He already left and is in a cab heading to a private jet that is going to take him back home to London,” Harry sighed, “he said we are going to cancel the tour.”
“What?”
All three boys were on their feet, “He said we either cancel now and reschedule later or he quits.”
“Fuckin’ Zayn, who the fuck does he think he is,” Niall began yelling.
“There are so many fans out there waiting right now,” Liam added in an annoyed tone as he held his phone in his hand, probably trying to reach Zayn who was throwing a full on temper tantrum and not answering his calls.
“They’re going to hate us,” Louis grumbled, the sadness in his voice was slightly painful to bear, I leaned into him, placing my hand on his arm.
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Looooove Zayn!!! I feel kinda sorry for harry!
7/28/14