Dark Paradise

Chapter 12

~ Difference between love and friendship?
You give your heart to your loved one and they break it.
But you give your heart to a friend and they make it
Single is better?
No more drama
No more fighting
No more jealousy
No more hurts?
Then why do I feel like this, it's not like me and Harry ever even dated so why does this all hurt so much. Why did Harry have such an effect on me? I just don't get it.
I have to get my mind off of everything, and lucky for me I had work all day today.
I walked in to the office and greeted Quinn as I walked in.
"Good morning Bel, how was your romantic trip in Paris?" She asked, the question itself made me cringe.
"Ummm it was fine. Anyway I don't want to he interrupted by anyone today, only come in to my office if it's an emergency. I want to be left alone." I strictly told her, she nodded and I walked in to my office. My 4 outfits were on the manicans, I was proud of them and in the moment it was the only thing that brought a smile to my lips.
I worked all day, only leaving my office once to get my supplies and that's it.
At around four Rosie actually surprised me in my office with food.
"I knew you'd skip out on lunch." She jokes as we sat in my office Indian style eating.
"Your designs are coming out very nicely." She complimented.
"Thanks I try." I said.
We ate lunch and joked around before she had to go back to work. I got back to work, my fingers yearning
for a break but I ignored the pain on my fingers and kept on working.
"Umm Bel sorry for the interruption but Mr. Styles is here to see you." Quinn said. I dropped my needle and fabric.
"Tell him I'm busy and to leave." I instructed her sternly.
"I tried but Bel he won't leave he said he won't leave until he speaks to you." Quinn pushed on. I took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. I picked up my needle and sat on my seat behind my desk.
"Fine let him in." I said, my heart beat was moving to fast and I felt like I might just have a heart attack at this moment.
My double doors opened and Harry solely walked in. His eyes had bags under them and he looked a mess if I was honest but i couldn't allow myself to feel sympathy for him.
"Bel." He breathed out.
"Harry." I said sternly.
"I'm so sorry we need to talk because I just I feel horrible and I just can't allow us to end like this." Harry said stepping closer to my desk.
"There is nothing to talk about Harry. You used me and let's leave it at that. Now leave." I spoke not tearing my gaze from his.
"But you can't just act like nothing happen. We kissed and our time in Paris. We held hands I-I-I we I'm sorry. We had something. I felt it."Harry said as he stumbled with his words.
"No Harry! Don't talk about feelings if they're not really there. Never hold my hand if your just gonna break my heart. Don't look in to my eyes if all you do is lie." I spat at him my voice holding venom. "Look we met for a reason either your a blessing or a lesson. And trust me I learned my lesson." I said, how dare he come in here and talk about something that was never there.
"Bel please I need you." Harry begged.
"No you don't Harry. Go find some other girl that will connect you to your father. Now please leave." I hissed and pointed towards my doors. He hesitantly turned around and headed towards the doors.
"I'm not letting you go." He whispered but I heard him loud and clear. My anger finally reached a boiling point, I grabbed a picture frame from my desk of me and my grandparents and threw it at him. Of course he got out the door before it hit him. But it did break in to pieces. I angrily ran my hands through my brown locks and pulled at the ends.
I need to finish these damn designs and go back to Paris soon as possible.
"Bel are you okay what happened?" Quinn's asked as she walked in to my office she looked down at the broken picture frame.
"Next time he calls hang up on him. Next time he pays us a visit I want you to call security and don't let him near my office again. Understood?" I asked her.
"Yes Bel. I'll call someone to clean this up." Quinn said and rushed out the room.
After the mess was cleaned up Quinn quietly made her way back in to my office.
"You should go home." She whispered.
"What! No I'm fine just peachy." I said forcing the best smile I could.
"No bel you're not and stop trying to always act strong when you're broken inside. Just go home and relax, and tomorrow I'll leave you alone all day. No interruptions. Please." Quinn pleaded.
"Fine." I said giving in. I packed all my bags and designs and left home. Rosie was home early today and I was greatly grateful for that.
"Hey you're early." She greeted from her seat on the couch.
"Harry paid me a visit." I told her as I sat down next to her.
"What did he want?" She asked.
"He came to apologize." I said.
"And?"
"I threw a picture frame when he left." I told her.
She burst out laughing, which caused me to laugh as well.
"You what? Hahaha oh my that is classic." Rosie laughed. It felt good to have a friend like Rosie around at a time like this. I was so glad that at one point I was helping her out like she was to me.
"Okay I know today is a work day but, when I broke up with that douchbag what did we do?" She asked.
"We went out to party." I answered.
"Exactly. Now go get all hot and stuff cos tonight me and you are single ladies and we ain't coming home until we both find guys to shag." She stated.
"Guys? Really? Shouldn't we try to forget then?" I asked.
"No. C'mon when was the last time you had some drunk steamy sex. It's just a one night stand. I can sense the sexual frustration around you. Please." She begged. I thought about it for a minute. It was funny to me cos the tables had turned on me and Rosie. Now she was up for a trill and I was being the timid one. And that sure as he'll wasn't me.
"You know what? Yea let's go out and bring us home some guys." I cheered on. We high fived and got up to get ready.
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The loud music was blaring through my ears, hot sweaty bodies everywhere. I was seated by the bar ordering as much vodka and tequila that my body could handle. I felt the slightest bit drunk but not enough yet to not think about anything. I just wanted to feel numb for once.
Rosie had left me to go dance with a guy with dirty blondish hair and green eyes.
My eyes would find hers every now and then and she would just send me a thumbs up and a wink. Yup she's getting laid tonight. As my eyes scanned for her again my eyes were caught by a pair of blue ones. Sure he was on the opposite wall facing me, but he was staring back as well. He was cute, blue eyes blond brown hair. I could tell he dyed it but it suited him nicely.
We held each others glances for a while before I decided I might look like a creep and turned around. I could feel his stare from here, I don't know if that worried me or if that actually excited me? Should I go talk to him? Ask him to dance? I decided hell with it and turned around to go talk to him. But I hit a hard chest. I looked up and saw the blond guy was already here.
"I'm so sorry." I apologized. He smiled down at me, his smile was worth a million.
"No problem lass, my name is Niall and yours?" He asked and sat down next to me.
"Belinda, Bel for short." I said.
"Well Bel, let me buy you a drink. What do you want?" He asked.
"Vodka." I answered, he nodded and got me my drink.
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After that one drink it didn't stop, me and Niall did shot after shot. We were on my bed laughing at something I didn't even remember, but Niall's laugh is so contagious how could I not laugh.
Our laughing slowly died down and it was quiet. I think we both know what we wanted to do, but didn't know how to make the first move. We were laying next to each other on top of the covers, the only thing you could hear was our breathing.
Niall propped himself up and hovered over me. His lips barely touching mine.
"I promise to make you feel good." He breathed out, his breath hitting my lips.
"Now a days most promises are constructed on lies." I stated.
"Trust me love, this one isn't a lie." He said right as he smashed his lips upon mine. And Niall wasn't kidding cos this simple kiss made me yearn for something. Something sexual.