Revengeful lust ✔️ H.S

Chapter 24

   After I stormed up to my room feeling embarrassed, I decided right there and then. Enough was enough.

This was Harry styles we're talking about. International pop sensation slash double life retired crime lord.

Every girl on earth wanted him. And I'm just... Aurelia.

No. NO.

I'm not just Aurelia. I'm also 18. And very capable of getting a date thank you very much.

What happened to living while we're young?

Tonight let's get some.

I put on my cutest dress... well the cutest out of the two or three options I had considering I'm out on the streets and a tad bit homeless, and decided to go to the bar.

Heck how about I go to my bar.

I put on some extra makeup and left, Harry must've heard me unlocking the door because he walked out too,

"Heading out?"

"Yes just the bar." Which was only responded to by a nod.

I walked out, swallowing an unwelcome lump in my throat before grabbing a taxi.

On my way to the bar, I thought back to the last night we spent talking...

"What's your worst fear?" Harry asked. It was 5am, and we were both exhausted and exited to had finally been awake for almost long enough to watch the sunrise,

"Okay you're gonna laugh," I pulled the blanket closer to me before blurting out "spiders..."

He started laughing uncontrollably loud and I just couldn't help but join him after a while.

"Fine mister tough boy. What's yours"

He hesitated for a while, opening his mouth only to close it again "nope, never gonna spill" which earned him a smack on the shoulder

"Hey! I told you! No fair" I pouted

"Fine fine... clowns" he said so quickly and lowly I doubt I heard him right.

"You're telling me Mr.Drug lord is afraid of... Clowns" I said in disgust, before bursting out into the ugliest laugh in response to which he shook his head,

"Hey! Drugs my ass, clowns are the real danger to society!" He added before joining me into the never ended laughter which echoed through the too big for a single dude's mansion.

I winced slightly, remembering, that's the point shit Sherlock, he's single so he brings a lot of girls over.

And that's when I knew my next question,

"How come you weren't preoccupied with Victoria secret models these past nights and decided to give their usual slots to me"

"I guess you're just more interesting," he shook off like it's no big deal "don't get too cocky on me Butera." He chuckled that deep sexy chuckle of his.

I snapped back to reality when the driver told me we reached our destination,

I entered the bar and ran to hug some of my old friends before laying eyes on a smiling Mikey.

He walked towards me and I couldn't help but hug him tightly, "What the hell Aurel!" He scolded jokingly "we covered for you saying you called in sick for weeks... you really be ghosting us like that huh?"

My jaw dropped at his statement, I'm sorry what?

The truth was, I knew my boss would be furious after the week I didn't show up without a notice... due to my kidnapping...

And besides being obviously busy the weeks after, it was also that I was kind of scared my boss would turn me down in front of everyone; which is also why I hadn't even showed up to have a drink.

But I guess tonight I was feeling more stupid and feisty than usual. Adrenaline has its ways.

"It's a long story" I assured him, dragging out the long. "Anyways I'm a costumer tonight so do your thing"

Mikey and Chloe, another one of my friends slash coworkers frowned a little, "you know we can get you the job back if you want" Chloe offered

"That sounds really tempting, how about we talk about it another day when I'm not ready to get drunk off my ass" I smirked, earning a low chuckle from the two.

God Mikey had such a sexy chuckle

Everything happening after went by pretty quick, many shots were passed and I was just past being tipsy when the live music started.

I mean, I vowed to go crazy till I see the sun tonight, so I got up, grabbed Mikey by the collar and danced with him for about 20 minutes before he had to get back and I had to get more drunk.

I sat back down on the stools and ordered some more tequila shots and gulped them down, at some point, I'm pretty sure they tricked me and gave me water instead.

And just as I was about to ask for an additional whiskey, a hot accented boy who seemed to be about 19 took the stool next to me.

"Next drink on me, gorgeous?" I looked him up and down, he was nothing less than perfection.

He was no Harry styles of course,

But he'd do.

I nodded and he ordered two whiskeys for him and I, and that's when the night really started.