Simmer Down and Pucker Up
Nine
After falling asleep with Zayn on the patio, we went back to ignoring each other. This was mostly due to the unannounced arrival of Perrie who still set my teeth on edge. Zayn at least had enough common sense to get her out of here and take her to a hotel. I also needed some time away from him; it was really hard to let go when he was so close by.
“It smells like a gas chamber in here.”
I set the hairspray down that I had been spraying all over my head and ran my hands down my hair, slicking it back and pulling it into a tight ponytail. I turned to face Harry who was dressed in all black, “You do look very lovely, though.”
I grinned as I stood up, “Thank you—I feel pretty.”
I was wearing a very tight red dress that required my highest heals due to the length. It had a high slit up one leg, showing off my gams which would surely make Zayn’s head spin. I had to go braless—there was one strap that fell off my other shoulder, and it was cut at the waist showing off another patch of skin with a snake emblem to top it all off—which was obvious, but in a good way.
Harry let out a whistle and took my hand, “For real though, you look beautiful,” He said as he spun me around in a circle. “Louis is a very lucky guy.”
I smiled as he dropped my hand and I leaned in to hug him, “I love you—you truly are my best friend.”
Harry laughed as we let go of each other, “Damn straight I am.”
Louis walked into the room and his face lit up, “Wow.”
I turned to face him and smirked as I walked over, wrapping my arms around his neck and locking our eyes, “You look beautiful,” He said with a smile as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
His hand found its way to my waist, peeking into the cut out and began tracing patterns on my skin, “Harry.” He spoke against my lips, “Get out.”
Harry chuckled as he shuffled out. Louis kept his lips on mine as he moved his other hand up to cup my face and deepen the kiss. He pulled back and moved down to my neck, leaving a soft kiss before biting down hard. I moaned loudly, closing my eyes as he moved to another spot. He pulled back and moved his hand up to grip my ponytail. He yanked my head back with a smirk, “Stop! I just spent hours on my hair,” I said as I slapped his hand away.
Louis chuckled and placed a final peck on my lips, “I am going to rip you apart tonight.”
I laughed, “You better,” I said as I turned to face the mirror and fixed my appearance.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, turning back to face Louis who was in a pair of tight black jeans and a white T-shirt.
“Well, I can’t let you wear a dress like that without attempting something so I’ll throw on a nice blazer and some dress shoes.” He said with a smile, “I’m sure Harry has plenty of shit in his closet.”
“Really?” I beamed at him—Louis absolutely hated dressing up and the fact that he even mentioned the word dress shoes made me so horny I was ready to pounce.
Louis chuckled as I contemplated just how carefully we could have sex without ruining my hair or makeup, “Yes. Really,” He smiled as he walked out of the room.
I followed him out, heading towards the kitchen where Liam and Niall were taking shots. They immediately began their catcalls and barking, “Hot damn!”
“Girl, you are looking absolutely radiant.”
I laughed, “Thank you guys. Now pour me a shot!”
We started drinking as the boys slowly filled the room, all dressed in black with their own special touch to the outfit, but in my eyes Louis looked the best—that was probably because Zayn still wasn’t here. Harry poured another round of shots as Louis walked to me and put his hand on my waist, he leaned in, leaving a kiss on my neck before biting down with a growl.
“Louis!” I squealed as I pushed him off of me. He let out a loud laugh and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him as he crashed his lips on top of mine. I couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, “You taste like tequila,” I giggled as I pulled away.
His eyes stayed on mine with a playful glimmer in them, “That’s funny, because I’ve had a lot of tequila today,” He said with a sheepish grin before enclosing his lips back over mine.
I pulled away at the sound of a grumble and it was a grumble I knew all too well, Zayn marched into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.
“What’s up, mate?”
Zayn ignored Harry and went straight for the bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the counter and brought it up to his lips, taking a long drink before pulling the bottle away with a frown, “Perrie and I broke up.”
My jaw dropped open along with the rest of the boys in the room. Zayn brought the bottle back up to his lips and took another long drink before pulling it away, “I broke up with her.” He clarified as his eyes landed on mine, he looked me up and down for the first time as a small smirk formed on his lips, “You look great, Spence.”
Louis let out a chuckle, “Doesn’t she look fucking delicious? I get to lay it into her all night!”
I turned to look at him and raised an eye brow, “Lay it in?”
He suddenly became much more sober than he was thirty seconds ago as he gave me a crooked smile, “Uh, I meant make love—I am going to make beautiful, sweet, sweet love to you—right, guys?”
“Yes, it’s going to be splendid, he is going to conduct you like a symphony with his cock,” Niall added with a laugh.
I couldn’t help but join in for a moment, “You guy’s are disgusting.”
Liam chuckled, “You can say nasty things at us too, Spence. You may be shagging Louis but you know that you are basically all of our girlfriends.”
Louis laughed, “It’s true, you have been our day one, ride-or-die girl since the very beginning and if Zayn and Harry have recently taught us anything it’s that all other girls suck.”
“All other girls don’t suck,” I said with a slight eye roll as I looked at Zayn, “these two just suck at picking the right girls.”
“Shit, I’ll drink to that,” Harry said as he walked towards Zayn, “Stop drinking it all,” He said as he snatched it from his hands.
Zayn let out a burp as he leaned against the kitchen counter, “Can we please go back to talking about me? I just called off my wedding for fuck’s sake; our publicist, our manager—my fucking mother—they’re all going to kill me.”
I wanted to celebrate; the shit stew that Zayn had been cooking up for years was finally going to blow up in his face. “What happened?” Louis asked as he let go of me and walked to Harry to get the bottle.
He took a drink before passing it off to me, I brought it up to my lips and began to take a drink as Zayn spoke, “Uh, she, uh. She found a few things on my phone, there was a video—with this girl and—”
I began coughing as the words left his mouth, Louis took the bottle from my hand and rubbed my back as I choked on the worst thing in the world to choke on. Liam walked to me with a glass of water and a grin on his face, “You’d die without us—I swear.”
I chugged down the water and smiled at him, “Love you,” He chuckled as he set the cup back on the counter and looked back at Zayn.
“What exactly were you doing in this video?”
Zayn smirked as he looked at me, “I was fuc—what did you say earlier again?” He asked as he looked at Louis, the smirk grew as his eyes moved back to mine, “Oh yeah, I was making sweet, sweet love to her.”
“You cheated on Perrie?” Harry snapped which instantly filled me with irritation. Why the hell did he give a shit about Perrie or her feelings?
Zayn laughed, “I never really loved her, bro. She freaked out, demanded some crazy stuff and I told her no and now she is on a plane back to LA and the wedding is off.”
“Shit, man,” Niall said as he shook his head.
“I know, but fuck it, let’s get drunk and go rock this premier,” Zayn said as grin emerged on his face.
Harry rolled his eyes, “You can pretend it doesn’t matter all you want but you were going to marry that girl, so just man up and confront your emotions.”
Harry’s outburst stirred me up—there was no need for him to be sticking his nose into any of this—I wanted to slap him. Zayn took another drink as he chuckled, “Oh Harry, you sure you aren’t just crying because you couldn’t keep up with your Kardashian?”
Niall and I were the only two who had enough balls to laugh and boy did we laugh. Louis and Liam acted quickly as Harry lunged forward, swinging at Zayn who just laughed and stepped back as the boys restrained Harry, “Come on, be a man, confront your emotions,” Zayn mocked with a smirk.
“Let me go so I can punch that smug look off his fucking face!”
Harry was yelling and over the years I have ever only seen him this mad a few times; it never ended pretty and they all were tied to a girl named Taylor Swift, but that was a different story. Zayn let out another bellowing laugh, “I fucking dare you to punch me, Styles.”
Harry lunged forward again, this time taking Liam and Louis with him as he hurled at Zayn, missing the first time but connecting his fist with Zayn’s jaw with his second blow. Zayn stumbled back and held the spot that got hit for a moment before pushing Louis away and swinging at Harry, hitting him square in the nose with a loud pop as he stumbled back. He brought his fist up to swing again as Niall tried to pull him away from behind, I walked towards him and stood between him and Harry, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Zayn’s eyes met mine as he lowered his fist. His gaze softened for a moment as he opened his moth, “I’m s—”
Harry wrestled out of Louis and Liam’s grip and pushed me out of the way before throwing himself at Zayn. “Don’t fucking push her,” Zayn yelled with a huff as Harry hit him again.
I stumbled backwards, trying to catch my balance, but failing miserably because of the high ass heels I was wearing. I let out a small shriek as I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground. I stayed down on the ground and buried my face in my hands as the tears I had been trying so hard to hold back finally won and began pouring out. I sobbed into my hands, no longer giving a shit about the makeup I had spent hours working on as it all smeared down my face. I heard another chorus of yells as more punches were thrown and finally looked up from my hands when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked up at Louis in my teary eyed state and collapsed my head onto his shoulder as he helped me up off the ground. Harry was also on the ground, doubled over gripping his stomach as Niall and Liam hovered over him. Zayn stood at the sink and swished water in his mouth, he spit it out and looked over at me.
His mouth was filled with blood and he had a large cut on his lip, “You okay?” He asked as he drank some more water and spit it back out into the sink.
I nodded, “You guys are fucking idiots.”
Harry stood up and looked at me with shameful eyes, his nose was bloody, but he gripped onto his side. Niall let out an awkward laugh, “The night hasn’t even started yet.”
Liam ran a hand through his hair, “Shit, I know. Guy’s we have to get to this premier like now, there are people counting on us.”
“I fucking know that, Liam,” Harry snapped as he ripped off a sheet of paper towel and wet it under the stream of the sink before bringing it up to his nose and wiping at the blood.
“Then maybe you can cool your fucking jets and we can go do our job,” Liam snarled back.
“You guys go, I need to talk to my best friend,” I said as I stared straight ahead at Harry.
“You sure, baby?”
I looked at Louis and nodded, “I need to fix my makeup anyway, we will catch up with you guys tell the reporters that we are running late.”
One by one the boys slowly shuffled out the room, Zayn, who didn’t have a scratch on him other than his lip, was the last to leave and he decided that he needed to take the bottle with him. I looked at Harry with a sigh and walked over to him, grabbing the wet and bloody paper towel out of his hand and throwing it down on the counter before grabbing another one and dabbing at his nose. “Ah,” He winced at my touch and closed his eyes, “I’m sorry for pushing you Spencer, I just really needed to hit him.”
He opened his eyes and looked at my frowning face, “You could have really fucked me up, you asshole—he was going to stop!”
Harry rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t going to let him get away with saying those things, he cheated on his fucking bride to be and he doesn’t even feel guilty about it!”
“Well, Harry, we all thought Perrie was a bitch anyway,” I snapped with an eye roll as I began walking towards my bedroom to fix my own appearance.
“That doesn’t matter Spence, he made a commitment and threw it away for some home wrecking whore. He even went as far as making a sex tape and just left it on his phone for anyone to find—I don’t even want to know what else she found in there—poor Perrie.”
I wanted to burst into a fit of tears and yell at Harry; he had no idea. Perrie was the bitch who ruined my relationship. She is the one who was forced upon Zayn to help his image making it forever impossible for us to ever publicly be together and now she knew everything. Harry on the other hand didn’t and every part of me wanted to tell him the truth, “Har—”
His phone began ringing which he quickly answered, “We are coming soon, fuck off!” He yelled into the phone before hanging up and looking back at me, “Hmmm?”
“Uh,” I sighed and went back to looking at my reflection in the mirror. I dabbed at the excess eye makeup that my tears smeared everywhere and slowly made myself look presentable again, “Uh. Are you sure you aren’t just upset because of your break up with Kendall?”
Harry laughed, “No, Spencer, I am not upset about her. She wanted to be something more serious than I was willing to give—”
“So why is it that Zayn isn’t allowed to act like an asshole, when he doesn’t love a girl and breaks up with her that makes him the worst man on the planet?” I turned to look at him and placed a hand on my hip, “You have been leading Kendall on for months only to break up with her in a really scummy way. You are able to act like a prick but Zayn gets condemned for it?”
Harry sighed, “You’re right I did not treat Kendall that well, especially near the end.”
I walked towards him with my pressed powder in my hand, “Come here,” I ordered as I swept some up with a brush and dusted it on his nose over his cut. I continued to cover it up and closed my compact with a smile, “Good as new. Kind of.”
Harry chuckled, “Thanks, Spence,” He paused for a moment and locked our gaze, leaving both of us standing there motionless.
“Spencer,” He said my name barely above a whisper as his eyes moved down to my lips. “Do you remember a few weeks ago, when—”
“Of course I remember, Harry,” I breathed out.
He looked back up at me with a small smirk, “Good. I—I just can’t stop thinking about it and now you’re with Louis,” He paused before looking down, “I don’t think I am ever going to find a girl that I love as much as you.”
My jaw unhinged as I looked at Harry with a look a surprise, “Harry,” I wanted to cry more, but I didn’t have another round of makeup in me. I blinked back the tears and took another deep breath, “Louis is your best friend.”
“Do you love him?”
I stepped back from Harry and looked down at my hands, “I really, really, really like him.”
“Will you ever love him like you love me?”
I looked up at him, taken back by the question as he took a step forward and cupped my face in his hand, “You know that you love me, Spencer.”
“I do love you, Harry, you’re my best friend.”
“Do you love Louis like you love me?”
“I could never love someone like I love you, Harry,” I lied through my teeth; Except for Zayn.
Harry tried to lean in and kiss me but I moved my head back, “I love you, Spence,” His eyes were on mine, “Like I really love you.”
I froze; what was I supposed to say? “Harry,” I sighed, “we can’t.”
His face looked defeated as I continued, “If I ever fucked things up between you and I, I wouldn’t be able to live.” This time my words were sincere, “You are all that I have and we can’t mess up our friendship for selfish reasons.”
Harry looked down, “You’re right,” He muttered as he wrapped me in a hug, “friendship first.”
I smiled, “Yes, now lets go take some shots and get our asses to this goddamn movie premier!”
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Looooove Zayn!!! I feel kinda sorry for harry!
7/28/14