Dark Paradise

Chapter 6

~ Don't let my looks deceive you, I have the mouth of a sailor, the temper of an Italian housewife, and the tolerance of an Irishman.
Since I did not have work today I took that as a chance to sleep in, and I mean sleep in, Rose had to come wake me up around almost noon I think. She said I could warm up my breakfast if I was hungry.
"We will be leaving for the club at around nine. Sounds good Bel?" Rose asked as we watched tv.
"Sounds good." I said.
"Mind doing my hair and makeup. Pretty please?" She begged with her puppy eyes.
"Yes I will my dear red headed friend." I sighed. She clapped her hands together.
"Great I'm going to take a shower now." She declared as she left the living room. I continued to watch tv and eat my breakfast or maybe actually lunch since it was noon.
My cell phone began to ring, I picked it up without checking who it was, no one here besides Rose and Quinn knew my number so it must be someone from Paris.
Me- Hello
Zayn- Bonjour My Bella
Me- Well bonjour to you too Zayn, how is everything in Paris?
Zayn was an artist back in Paris, one of my best friends, some of his artwork makes it on to my clothing designs, we help each other out.
Zayn- Everything is good, I actually have an opening for a new piece next weekend. And you?
Me- Everything is good, my designs are coming along just fine. I took up your advice on the tribal look for the summer. It will def be trending, I added a bit of class to them by adding Aztec tribal designs like the ones we saw in Mexico when we visited
Zayn- Sounds great
Me- Yea, actually I'm coming home for a few days next weekend, just in time for your opening
Zayn- Thats great, I knew you'd miss me
Me- Sure I did. Tell everyone back home I said hi
Zayn- I will, I miss you a lot too by the way
Me- Yea but I'll be home for the weekend and then I'll be gone for 2 more weeks and then I'll be home again, how are my dogs?
Zayn- Tiny and Biggie are doing just fine, anyway I was checking up on you and all. See you next week then
Me- Bye Zayn
I hung up my phone and threw on the other side of the couch.
"Feeling homesick?" A little voice asked. I looked up to see Rose standing there holding on to her towel.
"Yea, just a tad bit, but I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. Well since you already took a shower I'll just hop in. And then we will get ready."
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"No, I can't wear that. It's too risky. I'm not the risky kind Bel. I'm the quiet shy type." Rose argued as I pulled out a strapless dress. The top was black lace not see through though, and the bottom was a mint color, it wasn't that short in my opinion.
"Rose I have a saying that goes like this. Well behaved women rarely make history. So stop being such a goody 2 shoes and live a little. You're young single and very pretty. Now please will you wear it for me. I did design that piece myself." I begged her, pulling off my best puppy dog eyes.
"Okay, can you add like a jacket or something. Just so I can feel a bit more concealed." She gave in.
"Yes I have the perfect leather jacket to go with it. Here now go change." I pushed her out of my room, I already finished her hair and make up since I knew what she'd end up wearing. There was no way she could get out of wearing the outfit I picked out for her. Now for me.
I grabbed my black lace spaghetti strapped crop top, and my blue bleach stained high waisted shirts. Okay so far so good. I added a black leather jacket, so me and Rose could match a bit. My hair was out, so I grabbed a beanie, to cover the top of my head. My makeup as well was done, I had an idea of what I'd pick out.
"I'm ready!" Rose yelled from the living room. I quickly grabbed my hand bag, I strapped on my heels that reached a bit over my ankles and ran as best I could to her.
"See you look great. It's not slutty." I assured as we climbed in her car.
"Thanks, I guess I should listen more to the fashion designer. You look quiet sexy yourself. Hoping to get laid?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"Hmmm you never know. I might just get lucky." I said.
"What about Harry? I thought you two had a thing." She asked.
"No, I'm sure he wants to be friends, I mean I'm leaving after a month so, it would make sense not to go further then friends." I say, my tone changes a bit which I was trying not to do.
"You're not telling me something. C'mon love what is it. You can tell me." She asked.
"It's nothing really." I shrug off.
"Bel you barely let me in to your life, you have these walls built up so high. And for what? I just want to help." She groaned. I felt guilty because Rose always shared her thoughts and problems with, and allowed me to help her. Yet she barely knew me as well I knew her.
"Well sometimes we put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down." I breath out.
"Well I care and someday soon I'll knock those damn walls down. Like Miley Cyrus once said I came in like a wrecking ball." She said, I couldn't help but begin to laugh.
"Only you Rose, only you." I said.
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We've been here for about two hours and surprisingly Rose is way past waisted. I guess I can take a drink or two, well I handle my alcohol better then she does. We drank around the same amount and yet she can barely walk. She's a funny drunk as well.
I watch here on my bar stool, she's dancing. Like the drunk she is, by herself, I just stood back and watched. Keeping my eye out for her, she's like my little sister. I turn around for a second to get another drink, the second I do turn around I don't see her anymore.
I hop off my seat and begin looking around. My eyes land on her red hair talking to a guy. He looks familiar, as I step closer I see it's Harry. He seems to enjoy her presence, I see his smug smirk from here. And for some reason I hated the way he was looking at her.
Snap out of it Bel, he's just a player, now go get your drunk friend before Harry takes advantage of her.
I try to move my way through the large sea of dancing people. Almost to Rose when a hand pulls me back in to the crowd. Having my short temper of patience I don't react to kindly.
"Don't fucking touch me." I hiss.
"Oh a feisty one. My favorite." The voice whispered in my ear.
"Oh the ass hole type, too bad they're not my favorites." I snap at him.
"Wow you look like a sweet heart, yet have the mouth of a sailor. That's pretty hot. But no need to get all mad sweet cheeks." I scoff at his remark.
"Last time I checked I have the right to my anger, and I don't want you telling me that I don't." I push him off and keep on walking. I don't know if he's following me or not. I don't bother to look back.
"Rose god I've been looking for you." I say as I finally reach her, Harry wasn't with her anymore thank god.
"Come on let's go home, I don't want to bump in to another ass hole." I say, I grab her wrist, she just breaks out in fits of giggles. We turn around and I bump in to a hard chest. My first thought is that it's that ass hold.
"Didn't I tell you to fuck off. I'm not interested." I growl.
"Umm last time I checked no you didn't." A familiar voice said. I let my eyes trail up to see a smirking Harry.
"Harry, I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." I say feeling embarrassed.
"It's okay. Where are you going?" He asked.
"Home, I've had enough for one night. My friend Rose here is beyond drunk, it's time to get her home." I say.
"Oh well umm I think we need to talk, are you free tomorrow maybe. It's really important." Harry pleads, I wanna say no, buts its gonna make it so obvious that I'm avoiding him. A simple talk couldn't be that harmful.
"Yea sure. Where do you wanna meet up?" I ask.
"At our coffee shop." He says. Ours? He called it ours. There is no ours, or us. It's just a coffee shop that's it. I shake my head yes and pull a drunk Rose behind me.
There is no us. Right?