Insecure

I won't do you no harm

Little Black Dress - One Direction

Harry's POV-

"God fucking damnit Liam answer the fucking phone." I growl as I dial his number yet again.

"Tommo we need to go." I huff as I take $100 out of my wallet and slam it on the table.

"No way lad, you have four beers in you. You're not fit to drive." He says and I toss him my keys.

"You drive then, Liam said we needed to come back two hours ago. Everyone could be dead for all we know!" I shout as I stumble towards my car.

"No one is dead Harry, everyone will be fine." He says as he unlocks my door and we climb in.

"Go faster Louis." I huff.

"I am going 20 over the speed limit man, if I get a ticket your drunk ass is paying for it." He snaps but speeds up a bit more.

Minutes later the car lights up with blue and red flashing lights. "For fucks sake." I growl as Louis pulls over.

"Just be cool mate, I only had one beer two hours ago." Louis assures me.

The cop comes up and flashes his badge then asks for license and registration. Louis explains that it's my car and that I was too drunk to drive, they made him get out and take a sobriety test ensuring that he was in fact sober.

I was getting impatient, I had a shit feeling about what was going on. He only texted me, not Louis which leads me to believe it has something to do with my personal life.

Or maybe my car?

If one of those scrawny mother fuckers so much as out a dent in my shit I will throttle them. It's called respect.

R E S P E C T find out what it means to me.

Man I am really drunk aren't I?

Aretha give me the strength not to kill someone please.

Then a thought hits me and I'm immediate brought to tears.

What if something happened to mum or Gem?

Oh God no please, please let them be ok.

"You're all set Mr. Tomlinson, make sure your friend gets home safe." The officer says as he opens the door for Louis.

"Thank you officer, have a good night." Louis chirps as he hands me the ticket and pulls back onto the street.

"FIFTEEN HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS?" I growl and Louis just shakes his head laughing.

"I warned you mate." He smirks.

"Fuck the police." I mumble.

"You're more One Direction then N.W.A so chill out wannabe Ice Cube." Louis muses.

"You and your knowledge of gangsta rap never cease to amaze me Tommo." I say shaking my head as he FINALLY pulls up the driveway.

I hop out and run into the garage, my rover and bike looked fine so I went into the house to look for Liam.

The air was hot and sticky, the living room full of bodies writhing to the beat but no sign of Liam. After searching the kitchen, game room and most of the bedrooms I still couldn't find Liam.

I heard voices coming from Niall's room and without even thinking I burst in to see both Niall and Liam in their boxers kissing a girl... The same girl, the girl I recognize extremely easily.

"Emily?" I say in shock as the three of them stop their movements and look towards me.

"You!" She shouts as she strides over to be not caring that she's in her bra and panties. "You fucking asshole." She says as she slaps my face.

Ok what the fuck is it with people hitting me today.

"Whoa what did I do?" I say putting my hands up defensively.

"You have a fucking girlfriend you fucking wanker." She screams.

At least she's keeping in trend with the English names right?

"I don't, oh fuck." I shout grabbing my hair. "Where is Sara?" I whisper.

"She's down stairs with Nathan."

"Thank you...Sorry to interrupt whatever this is." I say waving between the three of them before running down to my room.

I needed to take a deep breath or I was going to snap so I splash my face with cold water.

Nathan was her date? She must hate me, fuck I hate me right now. What if she won't talk to me? What if she leaves with that douchebag?

He could be even worse for her then Michael, he could ruin all of the progress she's made let alone ruin HER. When I see him I'm going to fucking kill him.

Does he know? Does he know she's my Sara? Is he doing this on purpose?

Fuck I should of let her flake on him, I should of been selfish because she's MY woman.

Not his.

I should of told her about Lottie, she would of known that we weren't together. I should of been open and transparent with everything but I didn't want to scare her off.

I can't lose her.

In just a few short days she's consumed me, she's on my mind 24/7 and I cannot focus without her. It's like I need her kiss to breathe, her touch to feel, her tongue to taste.

After padding my face dry I grab a bandana and tie it around my head to keep my hair out of my face before heading into the living room.

My eyes scan for Nathan knowing that Sara is with him but I don't see him anywhere, same with the kitchen and the game room.

Fuck, I'm too late. She left with him.

I grab a bottle of tequila and make my way to a couch in the back of the living room and just observe as the room temperature liquid hits my throat. My attention is drawn to a woman dancing by herself awkwardly, I find myself even chuckling at some of her moves.

She tosses her hair back as the neon lights washed over her face and then I realize.

It was her, she didn't go anywhere.