HARRY STYLES

I sat in the living room, Christmas Eve already two bottles of Jack Daniels polished off and smashed on the ground besides me. I smiled to myself as the liquor was beginning to take its control over my body. My fingers were shaking as I scribbled the words down of the paper in front of me in a rushed haste. I don't even know what I'm even saying or doing, but at least I wasn't feeling.

My phone had been buzzing all night but not once did I even bother to pick it up. The text messages flood through but I have much more to worry about than that stupid fücking party at the club. I don't want to be bothered with tonight or ever and the only way to forget it all is to allow alcohol and drugs to take away my conciseness. With that I quickly pressed end to the incoming phone call and began to pop open a new bottle on the crumpled papers I was once writing on.

"Fücking prïcks" I mumbled to myself.

But my phone didn't let up. Actually, for the next twenty minutes my phone kept buzzing and beeping so much so that I could barely hold myself back from chucking it across the room. I picked up the phone to see that most of the calls had been from Luchesi. 14 missed calls, 12 text messages, and 3 voicemails. I had a couple texts from Niall and Louis and a few phone calls from Liam and Zayn. Whatever is happening better be good.

I chose to dial Niall's number, knowing him out of all people would understand that I'm busy and don't feel like being bothered with this shit. The phone only rang for a minute before immediately he picked up. Loud music blared in the background to which I can only conclude that he was at the club.

"Harry?" Niall yelled through the receiver.

"What the fück do you all want? I'm too high to deal with this fücking shit!" I screamed back.

"H, you need to come down to the club right now!" Niall yelled.

"What? No, no fücking way!" I screamed, resting back on the couch.

"I'm serious, Harry, there's a problem!" he said.

"Well then fücking handle it yourselves!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"We can't!" he yelled.

"Why the fück can't you?" I growled.

"It's Arabella! She's here!" he said, making me immediately sit up.

"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him properly.

"She's here, and she's dressed.. hot! And she went downstairs with Sophia and now some guy is talking to her!" he said, making me growl to myself.

The near thought of her with any other man makes me want to burn down cities on end. I can't believe she just so easily walked right out of my life and was so quick to move on to a new guy. There was a burning sensation in my chest and I knew all too well that I was jealous, but I didn't give a fück. She's mine, not his, all mine, every part of her, and if she thinks she can go around to a new guy, then she's got another thing coming.

"Well shoot him!" I said gripping onto the bottle tighter.

"No, Harry we can't just kill him!" Niall yelled making me stand up and throw the bottle in my hands across the room.

"Why not?"

"Because we just can't, okay? Listen if you want to be left alone fine but I just wanted to let you know what was going on!" he said.

"She can't just do that to me!" I yelled.

"Yes she can, you're not here!" he said.

"Don't just sit there, go get her away from him!" I yelled.

"No, Harry it's not our problem!" he yelled back.

"Well what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"I don't know but you better do something!" he encouraged.

I growled and felt the anger boiling up. I could honestly snap any minute and set fire to the damn fücking club, but she's there and there is no way I would do that knowing she was in there. I took one last huff before standing up from the couch.

"Fine, fück I'm on my way!" I said

I hung up the phone and slide it into my pocket, before grabbing my wallet and a pack of gum before walking over to the keys and grabbing a random set. I'm definitely a lot less drunk and much more sober now. I could still feel the buzz of alcohol but after hearing what's going on at that club I most definitely sobered up a bit. As I went to walk out the door I turned back for a moment to stare at the scattered crumpled paper on the coffee table.

Maybe you should take it, just in case. My subconscious said making me sigh and grab the few pieces of paper before folding them up and shoving them in my pocket. I opened the door to the garage before storming through it and slamming it behind me. God I can't fücking wait to get out of this house and into the new one. I can't stand the constant reminder of my fück ups every time I come out of my room.

I found whichever car I grabbed the keys to and swung the door open before sitting inside and immediately turning on the car. I closed the door and pulled the car in reverse and began to speed down the garage and through the ramp out of the driveway. Once I was out of the gates of my house, I was already going 80 miles an hour. I could already feel this ride being the longest of my life.

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Once I got to the club, I nearly bursted through the door. No matter how hard I pressed on the pedal the car just wouldn't fücking go fast enough. I had to at least be going 120 but that still made me feel anxious that I was going to be late for... whatever I'm going to do. What am I going to do? I only have one gun with me right now and maybe enough weed to roll a small blunt. I'm nearly useless.

I walked through the club and towards the staircase before taking them nearly four steps at a time to get to the top. People made room for me as I walked through the V.I.P section. Some were trying to greet me but I don't have time for any of that fücking shit, I need to find Arabella and the only way to do so is get Sophia. As I made my way to the back, I noticed Niall's lilac fücking hair first. His head nodded towards me as others at that couch looked up at me.

"Harry?" Luchesi asked, looking over at me.

"Where's Arabella?" I asked immediately not even bothering the state the reason for my appearance.

"What are you doing here?" he pressed, knowing all too well why I was here.

"You know damn well why I'm here, where is she?" I seethed, shooting daggers with my eyes.

"Harry you can't just storm down the stairs and barge in on her, expecting her to just fall back in your arms" Luchesi said pulling me by my shirt.

"Why the fück not?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know let's see.." he said sarcastically. "First off, you admitted to her that you have stalked her and had a fücking obsession with her, than you refused to call her or visit her while you knew that she was upset, and third, you're fücking piss drunk and high. There is no way" Luchesi said.

"Fück you, don't use the 'obsession' card on me. You know why that happened and the circumstances around it and the fact that your using it against me is only showing how much of a prïck you are" I spit making Luchesi roll his eyes.

"I'm not using it against you Harry, I'm showing you how she sees it right now" he said making me huff.

"Then what was the fücking point of me coming here, if you don't want me to talk to her?" I asked.

"We want you to talk to her! We just don't want you to expect too much from her" Luchesi said making me run my fingers through my hair.

"Fücking assholes" I mumbled, storming away from the group.

"Where are you going?" Luchesi yelled.

"I'm going home, fück all of this" I said cursing to myself.

I stormed my way back through the crowds feeling my anger at the brim about to boil out. I can't fücking stand people and all I want to do is go home and smoke. My stress level has been rising and that mixed with my pumping adrenaline can only lead up to nothing good. I fücking hate this feeling in my chest, I hate feeling the burn of jealousy spread throughout my body.

Fück Niall for calling me and getting me all worked up that she's going to fück some other guy while I'm at home being a fücking jerk off. Fück Luchesi for trying to tell me that I'm not good enough to talk to her right now. But most of all fück Arabella for having to dress hot the one time I'm not at the club and start talking to another guy. I'm so pissed at her, but not as much as I am angry with myself.

I stormed down the stairs and towards the door with one thing on my mind. I'm never coming back to this fücking club for as long as I live. I'm going to go home get out a fresh bottle of Jack, roll another blunt, and watch some good fücking pörn. I need sex, I need alcohol, and I need weed, might as well do it all in the same night. Well maybe not sex, but jerking off will do for now.

As I passed by the bathrooms I felt a small body slam into mine. As I tried to push through the crowd of people the same fücking person kept bumping into my chest. I looked down to see long brown hair shaking around to try to figure out how to get through the sea of people before them. It was a girl, a fücking lost one at that and the near thought made me growl to myself.

"Watch where your fücking going, bitch" I barked making the persons head snap up.

I looked down to see who the fück is in my way before feeling a burn of pain throughout my chest.

Standing below me was not only a lost girl, but it was the one girl that refused to leave my dreams these last few days. Her hair was down and wavy, but not like it usually was, it was styled. I don't know what she did to it, but she definitely styled it. Her hazel eyes were darker and lined with black makeup around them. Her lips were even redder than normal and the same goes for her cheeks.

But what caught my attention was what she was wearing. She had a short, very short, dress that clung to her body in the most sinister way. Her boobs were definitely pushed up with one of those padded bras, making them look mouthwatering with the lace of the neckline framing them perfectly. She had tall heels on her feet that made her legs look even longer.

For a moment I felt I had stepped into the future and standing before me wasn't the 17 year old girl who can't watch anything other than the Disney Chanel at night because of scary commercials on the other channels, but a 25 year old woman dancing in clubs, talking to men, tricking the bartender into giving her free drinks and breaking hearts. More specifically, my heart.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and before I could even say anything her words spoke first.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, over the loud music.

"This is my club" I responded making her back up from me.

"Oh, sorry" she said beginning to walk away as I grabbed her arm. She pulled it away quick but turned around to look back at me.

"Do you not want me here?" I asked, fearing her answer.

"No, I don't" he voice quietly rasped around before turning towards the bathrooms and running away.

A/N:
DUN DUN DUN

Questions!!
1. Is this book going to be as long as Excessive?
Yes I plan for it to be at least 100 chapters :)

2.Is this the last book?
Probably :(

3.How old are you?
I don't really feel comfortable putting my age out there, but I am in high school!

4.Will Luchesi ever find his true love?
Sort of ;)

5. Why is Harry so sexist?
It's the character he is. He grew up with that mindset because of his father and so did Arabella with her brothers constantly bossing her around, so it's quiet difficult for both of them to get past it if they were both taught that their whole lives.

Any other questions can be asked here!!!

UPDATE ON THE NEW BOOK:
I have the prologue written and most of the first chapter!
If someone could make a cover for it that would be HIGHLY appreciated (and obvi I'd dedicate the first chap to you!). Some things to keep in mind are:
-the title is Vervain
-the setting takes place in New York
-the main idea is centered around the Italian mafia
-It is not about Harry or any One Direction boys! I don't really have a character in mind for the guy, just facial hair, tall, dark hair stuff like that. Doesn't really matter

I'm not going to be doing a huge contest like I did for the obsessive cover, I'm just going to pick the one that suits the story the best!

Thanks for the constant love and support!!!