Thalia

“Marco wait!” I cried, chasing him through the bar. Once outside I grabbed his shoulder in attempt to stop him but he shrugged me off with such force that I was pushed back against the wall. However, rather than shut me up, he only managed to piss me off. “Marco what the hell!”
“No! I am the only one who gets to be angry right now!” He growled, spinning around and pinning me against the wall. “You lied to me!”
“I never lied-“
“Oh no! No of course not!” He cried mockingly as he raised his hands above his head and gave me a unfaltering glare. “You just conveniently left out the past year of your life! I feel as though I don’t even know you!”
"I told you about-"
"You never told me about Harry!
"Oh so that's what this is all about? I was under the impression you were upset about Calhan,” I snapped, loosing my patience.
“Why does it matter?" He cried, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "You’ve hid a part of your life from me!"
"You are blowing this out of proportion."
"Do you know it felt like that night at your party? When everyone knew about your relationship but me? And you would have kept on lying to me too if I hadn't asked! How can I trust you?"
“No, Marco listen to me,” I pleaded. “I told you about me going to live with my father, I told you about Calhan, I told you about the car crash...I told you everything! The only thing I didn’t tell you was my exes name!”
“Well your ex’s name is pretty damn importante!” Marco roared. Nearby passerby’s shot us worried looks which I returned with a hesitant smile. Marco wasn't really dangerous, he just like to yell and stop his feet until he blew off steam.
“Marco listen to me,” I hissed. “I came to Italy to escape everything about that year with Harry. I didn’t want the fame. I didn’t want the fans or the paparazzi. I just wanted to be plain old, boring Thalia again…which is exactly who you met.”
I watched in anticipation as Marco flared his nostrils and let out a deep sigh. His anger was fading, and if anything he simply looked hurt.
"I didn't want to tell you because I liked who we were, who we are," I continued. "I just wanted to forget Harry. And then you came along and made it so easy and I...I didn't want to ruin it."
Marco leaned forward until his forehead was resting on mine, his hand settling comfortably on my waist.
“Amore,” He laughed weakly. "You are anything but boring.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding as Marco leaned down to give me a peck on the lips. “I just don’t like that he knows so much about you.”
“He doesn’t know anymore than you,” I whispered. “In fact, he actually knows less now. He doesn’t know what I’ve been up to for the past year…that’s all you.”
“Good.” Marco chuckled lightly before pulling me closer. He kissed me gently before stepping back to look at me with a frown. “Why aren’t you wearing my dress?”
I pulled back and watched Marco's eyes flicker between my own. Was there nothing I could do to please him tonight?
“Because your dress was too fancy,” I replied. “We’re at the bars tonight babe.”
“But I wanted to see you in it,” He pouted. I refrained from rolling my eyes and instead gave him another peck on the lips.
"And you can see me in it...next time," I smiled, nuzzling my nose against his. "Can we go back inside now?"
Marco kissed me once more before nodding, "Si."
I intertwined our fingers and led him back inside the bustling pub. Visions of a crying Harry who had just learned I wanted to forget about him emerged. He had been so upset in the cellar that day and I would give anything to take it back. Just as I wish I could it back now. I never wanted to forget Harry, I only wanted to forget only the pain of loosing him. But I could never tell Marco that. I had simply told him what he wanted to hear, and he believed me.
The pub had gotten busier, making it difficult to squeeze through the throng on people to reach our friends in the back. Though maybe this was good, for the chaos brought me back to reality.
"There you are!" Cried Maeve once we had finally managed it. “You guys good?"
“Yep!" I answered with a false air of cheeriness as Marco's arms snaked around my waist. I could see Harry staring at me out of the corner of my eye but I kept my gaze focused on Maeve, determined not to look at him. “What have we missed?”
“Maeve won,” Louis replied dully. I looked around at everyone’s empty glasses and drunken faces before laughing aloud.
“Come on babe,” Maeve smiled, an evil glint in her eyes. “Time to get on our level.”
I took my glass from her hand and began to sip from the straw, dancing to the music as I did so. Maeve started drinking her own drink, swaying to the music as we kept eye contact. This was her favorite game. It was a contest and whoever stopped drinking first had to do a shot. Refuse, and you would face the wrath of Maeve.
“She’s not gonna make it!” I heard Niall call and I immediately began laughing.
“Don’t laugh Thal!” Louis yelled. This, of course, caused me to laugh harder. Within seconds the whole table was yelling at me as I struggled to finish my drink.
Maeve unhappily finished hers before me and I set mine down with a thunk. “Ha! Take that assholes!”
“I'm sorry we ever doubted you," Louis chuckled sarcastically.
"You should have known better," I retorted. Marco's arms wrapped around me more tightly, pulling my body into his. I didn't mind until I felt him leaving kisses down my neck and shoulder. It became nearly impossible to ignore as the conversation continued around us and I briefly wondered if anyone else sensed the awkwardness. Thankfully, distraction came soon enough.
“Maeve, up to the stage,” called a voice over the speaker. “Maeve, up to the stage please.”
“THAT’S US!” Screamed Maeve. She and Mackenzie began pulling the rest of our posse out of the booth and towards the karaoke stage. The boys refused to go up and perform alone and pretty soon I found myself standing on stage with my sisters and One Direction.
“What are we singing?” Louis frowned.
“You guys are gonna fucking hate me!” Maeve laughed rather manically.
“What have you done-“
But all the boys let out groans as the guitar kicked in. I had to lean on Mackenzie for support as Harry and Louis shot us glares.
“We’re all singing this!” Harry cried as the music grew louder and the bar burst into screams on recognizing the song. He pulled me close to his body to prevent me from escaping and held the microphone between our faces just as the song started.

Her name is Noel
I had a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
Harry and I were singing at the top of our lungs while the whole bar began to jump and dance around us. Maybe it was because I was drunk or maybe it was because I was having so much fun, either way I hardly noticed when Harry swung his arms around my shoulders. This was the closet we had been since our breakup and for some strange reason, I didn't find myself bothered by it.
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me
Ohhhh!
The whole bar was singing now and I could see a few girls take out their phones and start to record, their mouths dropping in recognition. Hopefully the boys wouldn't mind a bit of publicity.
Oh yeah! Dirtbag! No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh yeah! Dirtbag! No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Though the girls and I were hardly comparable in talent compared to One Direction, it was a utter blast to be performing with them nonetheless. Even in my drunken state I could see how comfortable they were up here. Harry kept his arm around me nearly the entire song, letting go only to dance with the rest of us.
Oh yeah! Dirtbag! No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh yeah! Dirtbag! No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
We finished to a rousing round of applause, in which many girls began screaming. I felt Harry's grip tighten on my waist as we all bowed togetherThe next few minutes were complete chaos as we tried to get the boys out of the bar before we were engulfed by fans.
“That was so fucking fun!” Cried Maeve as we ran through the streets of Rome, laughing and screaming like idiots.
“Don’t stop!” Cried Liam. “We have to keep moving or they’ll catch us!”
I felt two strong hands around my waist, pulling me along. For a moment I thought they belonged to Harry, however I looked up with a sigh of relief to see Marco. Harry had been walking a razors edge with his behavior tonight. I knew Marco sensed it too and if Harry kept this up there's no telling what could happen.
We didn't stop until we reached the club, and I nearly fell into Elaine as she stopped abruptly in front of the club entrance. Mackenzie let out a groan on seeing the line outside. "This line is a hundred years long it's going to take forever to get in!"
I rolled my eyes at her dramatic reaction. "Don't worry Kenz I got this."
"Thalia wait-"
"Relax!" I laughed, shooting them a wink before confidently stepping up the the bouncer. "How's it kickin' Paolo?"
"Thalia! Where have you been?" Cried the mountain sized man. He pulled me into a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground in the process.
"I've been off adventuring! What's up with you?" After five minutes of catching up and name dropping both both the Conti family and One Direction we managed to get in to the VIP section free of charge.
"So how long have you known Mr. Muscle man for?" Louis asked once we were seated comfortably in the club. It was pitch black with the only lights coming from strobe lights and giant neon balls which hung from the ceiling. I could just see the outline of his wild hair in the dancing light.
"Paolo? He was one of my first friends here! I met him at a bar and we wandered the streets until like 5am so I could learn my way around," I smiled. "He's a sweetheart!"
"You never cease to amaze Thalia," chuckled Liam.
Marco, Nicola and Harry had gotten stuck at the bar talking to someone the Conti siblings seemed to know. The rest of us had quickly snatched the nearest couch and made ourselves comfortable as a complementary round of shots were brought to us. After throwing back two shots my buzz had returned and I felt my good conscious slowly slipping away from me.
"Alright so when exactly did Harry turn into Tarzan?" Maeve asked, a slight slur in her voice. I snorted in my drink causing Louis and Niall to laugh as Elaine gently rubbed my back.
"What do you mean Tarzan?" Frowned Liam.
"For Christ's sake, look at him Liam!" Cried Maeve. "His hair is nearly as long as mine and the leopard print shirt he's wearing only covers his belly button!"
Another round of laughs followed and I found myself watching Harry as Maeve added. "I don't mean it in a bad way...it's just different is all."
"I like it," I replied with out thinking. Maeve shot me a look that was too fast to read while Mackenzie broke into an annoying smirk.
"You like it...as in you think it's hot?" Louis asked curiously.
"Well yeah I guess," I shrugged as snickers broke out. I quickly covered with, "It suits him well."
"And the leopard print shirt?" Smirked Louis.
"I will not lie...that's a little bit much."
"But it shows off his body fabulously," added Maeve. I looked back at Harry, blatantly checking him out. He was leaning against the bar, one hip sticking out and showing off his ass nicely. And when he flipped his hair out of his face I actually felt a lurch in my stomach. That was, until Nicola leaned over and kissed him. Then I just felt like throwing up.
"You missed the shots!" cried Louis as Harry, Marco and Nicola reached the booth. Harry snapped his fingers in response as if to say "oh shucks". The others burst into laughter as Harry and I locked eyes. Even through with the dim lighting his eyes seemed to pierce me and I quickly looked away with a blush. I then shook my head, attempting to regain control of myself.
"Come on, let's go dance!" Cried Liam, breaking through these strange thoughts.
"YES!" I jumped up with Maeve and Mackenzie but was pulled to a halt by Marco.
"Why don't you sit awhile mi amore?" Marco called, pulling me back into his lap. I saw Maeve roll her eyes and pull Mackenzie over to the dance floor.
"Why don't you come dance?" I proposed, growing slightly irritated at how clingy he was feeling tonight.
"Please Thalia," he said, looking at me as if he was a disapproving father attempting to stop his child from doing something extremely stupid. "You've had a lot to drink-"
"Stop being a party pooper!" I grabbed. "And I have not had a lot thank you very much. I had two glasses of wine and the one drink you brought me. Oh and the shots...but I simply have a healthy buzz at the moment."
Lie. That was a lie and Marco knew it.
"Thalia."
"Marco, I'm going to dance with my sisters," I replied sternly.
"Don't worry mate, Niall and I will keep and eye on her," smiled Liam, taking my arm gently.
Marco rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. As I stood up he gave my skirt a tug to keep it from riding up. I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness, that was, until he smacked my ass. I whirled around in shock as Marco shot me a wink. Before I could even open my mouth to yell at him, I was being pulled away towards the dance floor. I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment and I forced myself not to look back at Harry for a reaction.
"Finally!" Cried Maeve, breaking into a smile at my appearance on the crowded dance floor. She immediate took my hands and began swaying her hips back and fourth to the thumping base. "I wondered when I'd get my girl back!"
I let out a laugh and began dancing along with her. Maeve has always had very little patience for boys who tried to control their girlfriends. And, judging by the glint in her eye, I had a feeling I would be getting a lecture about Marco's behavior tomorrow. But for now, I tried to push it out of my mind. Thankfully, after a few songs and some downright terrible dancing Louis, Elaine, and Harry wandered over with drinks in hand.
"Here." Harry smiled politely as he handed a drink for Maeve and I to share. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"Where's Nicola?" I replied stubbornly.
Even through the dim light I could see Harry's shocked face. However he quickly recovered and answered, "Marco and Nicola are back at the table, they ran into a few of their friends."
I nodded, taking a large gulp of the drink before passing it to Maeve. For some reason Harry's news bothered me. Marco was too protective to let me go dance but then he was fine with allowing my ex to fill me with liquor?
"What's wrong?" Harry chuckled.
"I-nothing," I replied lamely.
"Lighten up Thumper!" Cried Maeve, handing me the cup once more. "I need my partner in crime!"
I shot her a smile and, with the cheers of my friends, finished off the drink.
"HOLY SHIT ITS JBIEBS!" Mackenzie screamed as a remix of Justin Bieber's 'Sorry' began blasting through the speakers. "LET'S DANCE!"
I tried, I mean really tried, to keep up with Mackenzie as she bust out the entire choreography from the music video. Eventually Maeve and I just settled for swinging our hips to the beat as the guys jumped around us. Periodically there would be flashes unrelated to the strobes as fans attempted to capture images of One Direction at a Roman club. This wasn't annoying until some of the fans tried to dance with the guys, at which they would usually just give them a hug and move in closer to our little circle. But as the night went on, I noticed less and less thanks to Maeve and Louis continually feeding me drinks.
The bass seemed to be growing louder as I lost myself within the music. At one point I felt another body behind me, assuming it was Maeve I continued to dance. However not a second later a strong hand had taken my arm and pulled me away.
"Wha-"
"Careful Tootles," Harry's husky voice answered as he held me against his chest. I saw him shoot a threatening look to the creep that had apparently been grinding on me.
"Thanks." I said weakly. As I pushed myself away from him I couldn't help but notice how strong Harry seemed to have become. Damnit Thalia, focus. "I uh...I'm just gonna go find Marco."
"Too-Tootles be careful," Harry chuckled, catching me as I nearly toppled sideways. "Come on."
"Don't act like you're sober when you're as drunk as I am!" I replied, unable to stop myself from breaking into a smile as Harry nearly ran into a wall.
"But you're more drunk."
"That I am!"
"You know Tootles I really-"
But Harry stopped before he could finish his sentence. A deep frown appeared, ruining his normally smooth features. I poked him to see if he had broken but a second later he seemed to snap back into reality.
"-really...want to go talk to Maeve," Harry said quickly, try to pull me away from the booth. "Come on let's go."
"What? We were-"
"No, lets go over here inste-Thalia!"
I had torn away from Harry and turned to see Marco in the corner booth with a blonde seated on his lap. I watched in horror as she leaned down and whispered something in his ear, her hand slowly moving lower down his chest. And, with a stab of pain, I saw their lips move closer and closer...
"Thalia...Thalia come on."
I had grown numb all over, frozen in a state of shock. I didn't realize Harry had pulled me away until we were in a back corridor, his hands cupping my cheeks.
"Thalia are you...fuck...is there anything I can do?" Harry asked, his eyes slightly glazed as he attempted to steady himself and comfort me simultaneously.
"I um," but my brain stalled. I was trying to comprehend how this was even possible. Marco, my boyfriend, was off somewhere in this club cheating on me while my ex boyfriend consoled me.
And as I looked up into those bright green orbs I had grown to know so well, something shattered within me.

Notes

Well. You asked for drama...so here it is! Any feels you have is not my fault. I'll try and get the next chapter up soon as to not cause too much distress. Although, I can't promise it will get much better...(muah ha ha!)

Anyway. Glad to be back in action and I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!!





P.S. my notifications tab is lying to me. It keeps telling me that I have a notification but there's nothing there! Ugh. SO annoying.

P.P.S. Has anyone watched the History music video yet? CAUSE I'M DYING.