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Moving To England

Chapter Twenty-Seven



*Harry’s POV*
*Continuation*


Amanda eagerly follows me upstairs as I went down the hallway to find an empty room. The first door was already taken. Putting my ear against the second one, I hoped to find it empty.

I hear a fit of drunken giggles coming from the room. ‘Cute giggles,’ I thought.

“Justin, you naughty boy. Drugs are very, very bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!” A family voice squealed, giggling.

‘No accent.’ I thought, ‘Was that Destiny?’

“Harrrryyy, come onnn.” Amanda whined.

“Shut up,” I demanded, pressing my ear harder against the door.

“You know who so reallllyy, realllyy naughtyyyy. Like, realllyyy naughtyyy? It’s him.” It actually started to sound like Destiny.

‘But it can’t be her, she isn’t like that. She wouldn’t get drunk.’ I thought. But it couldn’t be here … she isn’t like that.

“What was his name again?” a male voice laughed.

“The curly boy!” she declared.

My eyes widened, ‘Definitely Destiny.’

I threw open the door to find Destiny on the bed in front of Justin, who was trying to get on top of her. Destiny didn’t look high, just really fucking drunk.

I looked at Justin. Walking over to him, I balled my hands, my blood boiling furiously.

“Where the hell are you taking her?” I yelled at him, as I flung Destiny on my shoulder.

“It shouldn’t matter to you,” Justin says, getting angry as he stood up.

Destiny squirmed in my arms until I let her down.

“What are you doing?” She whined, catching her before she fell down.

“Saving you from doing something foolish.”

“You do drugs, so why can’t I?”

“Because you’re a good girl. Good girls don’t do drugs. You are not leaving my sight for the rest of the night, alright?”

We argued for a few minutes on why she needed to stay with me. In the end, she got really pissed and stormed off.

“I’m going to find my friends.” she slurred.

I clenched my fist and tried to steady my breathing. Not only was she not listening to me, but Destiny was incredibly stupid. She even interrupted my time with Amanda, which was kinda looking forward to that.

‘Fine go.’ I thought, ‘If you get into trouble, your fault, not mine.’ I walked away from the room, taking Amanda into an empty one.

I started thinking of Destiny, ‘Maybe I should go find her. Actually, no, I don’t care. Not that much to leave Amanda when she was looking so hot. Amanda and I found an empty room, finally being able to finish what we had started.

“Ah! Fuck it!” I released myself over Amanda. “Mhmm … that was fun.”

Amanda leant up to try and kiss me. She stared in my eyes, but I had to look away. She tried to kiss again, but I pushed her away. “Um, I should go find Destiny now.”

“Forget about her!” Amanda exclaimed, looking irritated. Her jealousy started to make me feel guilty. “Why waste your time on her? She’s a good girl, Harry. You can't have a good girl. They require a relationship and sex isn't in a relationship, especially not with her. It needs love. You aren't capable of love. On the other hand, girls like me? We give you sex, as much as you want. We take care of your need, no love required. Just lust.” Her voice, kind of turning into a sexy tone.

‘You aren't capable of love.’ I winched with anger, as we spoke.

“I've slept with good girls,” I say, getting defensive.

“Yeah, but they were still desperate.”

“Are you saying I can only get desperate girls?” I say, offended.

“That is your area of expertise,” Amanda says, dressing.

“Excuse me!”

“The only girls you can spend time with are hot, horny, and desperate. Like me.” Amanda said like it was something to be proud of. My stomach twisted in disgust.

“Besides, do you really think Destiny would ever want you? Even if you are capable of love. She didn't even want to come on here with you, today. Even though she did, she keeps running away from you.” Amanda says, her voice held hints of evil, but I began to fear her words were right.

“It's not a date,” I say, through my gritted teeth.

“Good, because she will never want someone like you.” And with that, Amanda left the room. I got dressed and begun to repeatedly punch the bed.

‘Why did I care? Why did I so desperately want to come here with Destiny? Why was she angry at me? Why am I not capable of love? Why wouldn't Destiny want me? What did she mean by, ‘someone like me’?’

Amanda's words rang through my mind like a broken record. ‘She would never want someone like you. Do you really think Destiny would ever want you? The only girls you can spend time with are hot, horny, and desperate.’

Then, Zayn's words joined in. ‘She rejected you.’

No longer wanting to be at this party, I was ready to take Destiny home.

‘God, I hope she is sobered up by now.’ I prayed.

So frustrated, I nearly punched a guy for accidentally bumping into me,

“Harry, mate,” Louis called to me.

“Hey, Lou,” I say, calming down a bit, as I looked for Destiny.

“I am shutting down the party, telling everyone to leave. Stay, the boys are, and so are our ‘dates’.” Louis says, motioning his head towards our friends and Destinyès friends. Destiny was in the crowd as well.

“I don't know … I should take Destiny back home.” I say.

“She doesn't have a curfew, her dad said so himself.” Louis reasoned with me. After some time, he talked me into staying.

“Fine. Then, go convince her.” I say nodding towards Destiny.

“Okay, you go tell people to leave,” Louis says. I nod, as I start to clear the house up.

Notes

Comments

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