Sex, money, and drugs.
When she becomes apart of a band that her brother was in, she slowly begins to realize why exactly she didn't like to fall into a group due to distant association.
The longer she stays, the more she realizes that everything se...
How many secrets can you keep? Cause' there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow And I play it on repeat
Do I wanna know?- Arctic Monkeys
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"Are you sure you don't want to go back to your room first?" Harry asks again turning his head to look at me, hand raised with the keycard lightly gripped between his fingertips just as we get to standing in front of his room door. He looked on the tired side, but he looked that way the whole way back. I don't know which interaction it was, whether it was the random girl or Leo but it was clear something took a toll on him.
I roll my eyes at the question, allowing a smile to quirk up on my lips as I let out a sigh. "I'm fine Harry," I say in a softer tone, nodding my head as I spoke because I doubt he was believing me for whatever reason.
He tilts his head to the side, a bit of annoyance in his eyes as if he genuinely thinks he knows I'm lying. "It doesn't exactly look comfortable, y'know?" He mumbles, still keeping his head tilted to the side but looking down at the key reader as he steps his keycard down on top of it.
I just let out a small chuckle as his room door beeps before hearing it automatically unlock. He turns his head to face it, pushing the handle down before pushing the room door open. He takes one step forward and switches the entrance way light on that quickly ignited and lit up the whole living area he had.
I step in behind him, not really paying attention as he continues to walk forward because I turn my head back to shut the door behind me. It would've shut regardless, but I just wanted an excuse to be able to lock the deadbolt. Once I shut the door, it automatically ignites the locking process as my hand slides up to where the deadbolt was which is above the door handle itself.
I twist the lock, hearing the metal slide before I turn my head back to look at the room.
Now I was in my room earlier, and I did have time to take a shower and get ready for the club but I don't remember Harry ever leaving my room. I remember very clearly him yelling at me through the wall and telling me to hurry up, but I don't remember when we left his room his guitar or its amp being in his living room.
