The clicking that my ears have associated with my wretched girlfriend hammers into my ear. I know we're being joined. I will never escape the ticking and clicking of her heels. Heels I've earned. Heels I wish to break.

I can tell by the smile on Harry's face that she's near. 5 seconds. It takes 5 seconds for the clicking to crescendo into a horrendous song as we're joined. A snake, no a hand, slithers up my side and rests on the small of my back. Waiting to pounce. Waiting for one false step. Waiting for something, anything to take.

"I thought I've met all of Louis' associates, but I've never met you before. I'm Eleanor Calder," She purrs. It's taken years for her perfect her purr. It sounds like honey in the ears of my associates but to me, the purr is a growl. Hungry. Wanting. Always wanting.

"Oh no, I've just now made my acquaintance with Mr. Tomlinson. However, it is wonderful to meet you as well Miss. Calder." Beaming. I can't tell if Eleanor can see it. She's been in the industry as long as I have, but she only knows it through me. Her experiences with newness are limited to events that I, painfully, invite her to.

Brown pools of venom drip over Harry's clothing. Dripping and consuming and gathering information on who this new man is.

I wish nothing more than to save the lamb from the snake.