[A/N] Hitting the publish button for this one was probably the best feeling ever. YES I'M BACK! Remember to catch up the PROLOGUE if you haven't yet. It's here waiting for you. Just click on the EXTERNAL LINK and there you go. Shall we do this again? Let's ride, dawgs.                                                                               

"Nothing better to do when I'm stuck on you... And still I'm here trying to figure it out." - Royal Blood

NINETEEN

 The world was spinning, dizzying almost, and Sylvia would never know why. All she knew was there was not only an elephant, but the whole zoo in the room, not allowing a mere inch of space for her body to move. Maybe it was just the alcohol still coursing through her veins, reminding her that the party hard thing could actually be a die hard one. She felt dead herself and nothing, no person on this Earth, could make her move from that position. She would soon learn to feel comfortable either way.

“Good morning my shining star.” Then there was a hoarse voice getting closer and closer to her. A voice she quite remembered wrecking her sober cells from the previous night.                                     

Still groaning silently, she lifted her head just enough to be attacked by the sunlight beaming through the curtains. “What the hell?” 

“What?”

Her eyes battled to stay opened. She would rather keep them barely closed, with just a tiny line to see that killer view in front of her, as her eyes scanned his top and all the way to the bottom just to make sure he was indeed real. 

“Your fucking tiny neon yellow trunks are blinding me,” she spoke. Which happened to be a fairly elaborate sentence for her to even think about. Yet there was she staring at the shirtless boy and his stupid tanned belly, butterfly and all, in his tiny neon yellow trunks standing at the foot of the bed.

His lips curled into a cheeky smile and she prayed for that part to be over. The world would be an easier place to live without his dimples and his grin. Maybe even without him. A chuckle left his mouth and Harry walked to the fridge on the corner, freeing the space for the sunlight to shine over the girl who, disgusted, rolled over on the bed attempting to get rid of the sick shining rays.

“Come, let me help you,” he grabbed Sylvia hand as he got back to bed and made her sit up, helping her hold a steady balance within all of her drunkenness.

Placing himself by her side, Harry handled her a cold glass of water and watched her not wasting any time before swallowing that plain and cold drink from the heavens.

 “Excuse me,” he lifted the shirt that she was wearing, which happened to be his, just enough to show her side near her ribs, and softly rubbed some gel over her skin. 

“The tattoo,” she chuckled as she squeezed her face at the unforgettable memories, working hard to think past her awful headache to remember the last events of the night. “And I still ended up in your bed.”

“Any regrets?” The casual question came as his hand was not only doing its task, but also massaging a broader area of her chilled skin. 

“What happened?” Her guiltiness asked before any other thought because, well, she quite couldn’t remember what happened from the tattoo to that very moment. 

“You were beyond drunk.” He firmly stated between his giggle and bit his bottom lip, causing a flick desperation to begin running through her silently screaming soul.

“No, with us.” She fixed her eyes on him, not even daring to show any pride or joy or whatever that would mean as she pressed her lips in a tiny and, why not, angry line. 

“Nothing,” said the boy who had just finished his tattooing task and placed his green piercing eyes on hers, still keeping a looming smirk over his features. “Really.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Her visage turned into a sarcastic smile and she crossed her arms right after shoving him away. 

“Then it’s not- my- problem.” He teased again by slowly whispering and getting closer to her mouth in every word. 

“You’re disgusting.” She pushed him off and made her way to the toilet. “I need a shower.” 

“That’s perfect, but I will have to get some tattoo cream after that as well.”

Sylvia made sure to throw a couple towels over him instead of simply shouting at him to shut the fuck up. She needed a break from everything and Harry wasn’t really helping.

“I’m gonna grab you some clothes from your room if you don’t mind.” Harry said and chuckled, watching the girl checking out her mussed up appearance in the mirror before she closed the door.

“Don’t forget the black garbage bag that I can hide myself after last night. Maybe I can find my dignity in there.”

Sylvia didn’t know why she said that, but she meant it. It was better to not let it be left unsaid and maybe that would help her to feel less guilty about Harry and whatever had happened to them. At least just a little.

That was an interesting way to start the day. She knew Harry was hiding something, but he would rather tease her all day long on that melting Rio realm. The little pieces and hints she got from her flashbacks and her worthless mind told her nothing really happened, but that was not enough to stop her from freaking out. She would never believe in herself. There was a shameful screaming coming from inside, asking all of the Gods why she couldn’t simply trust in herself when it came to drinking and Harry; especially when both usually came together in the same package.

On that night they all left for their journey to Miami and she couldn’t be happier about sharing the flight with Liam and Harry once again. In fact, she couldn’t get happy at all about the flight, because Harry seemed to become a curse in her existence. However it was just like all her prayers were finally answered, both of the boys spent the whole flight sleeping like babies, giving her some peace and quiet to deal with what was left of her memories.

Harry, Harry, Harry. Even though he wasn’t there bothering, teasing, or even talking to her, her mind wouldn’t stop bringing him into her thoughts. She was on a bittersweet road struggling with her feelings about how to deal with him, or if she even should. Yet she indeed just needed to just let it go because it was just the first leg of the tour, she couldn’t. He was worse than Sylvia could ever expect and she knew he would never stop before his own pleasure could be fulfilled. 

Time flew by and they finally managed to get to America safe and sound and into their hotel for the next days. For the boys that would mean being stuck in their rooms for days, but her routine would be filled with tons of interviews and promotions. In the meantime it also meant a break from Harry and his attempts to get on her nerves. 

After a couple days of appointments, Sylvia was one fire, though not in a good way. As soon as another row of stupid questions and photo shoots finished, she begged to be taken back to the hotel. She stomped into her room and threw all her things away, stepping heavily and feeling her face burning on the inside as all of the annoyance of this world took over her. 

“Sick bitch. I hate that interviewer.” She took off her painful high heels and laid her body over the messy bed, intending to kill anyone that dared to give her a wakeup call. 

“Don’t blame her, Syl, she-,”

“Shut up Jay. If you don’t have anything good to say, then just don’t.” She mumbled against the pillow and honestly considered throwing herself from the window or something else just as dramatic, but then again she felt herself too sick and tired to deal with all the commotion her little drama would cause.

Her manager sighed heavily and nodded his head, walking across the room and sitting on the corner table. There were still tons of appointments to attend and since he was a full-time manager that seemed to be a perfect time to mention that. 

“Can we just talk about what comes next for a while?” 

She pulled her head away from the pillow, giving Jay a dirty look and questioning herself if it was even a joke. Talking about playing the lovely and smiling girl wasn’t that pleasant in that moment, she just wanted to be a bitch for a little while until she would be ready for another round of fakeness. 

“The next routes will be done by bus. The boys decided to do so.” He announced, not really caring about her obvious annoyance, his eyes glued to his papers. He was there to work and not to deal with her female hormones. 

“It’s gonna be fucking awesome to be stuck in a bus with five disgusting boys for hours,” she cried silently, learning from that point her next few days would be a blast. “Fucking shit, I hate being me right now.”

“You have a bus for you and your monthly gift if it makes you happy.” He smiled; he simply smiled in the silliest way that he knew would pinch her nerves the deepest. If there was a person who loved to tease her more than Harry, it was Jay, but only in a professional way. 

“No, it doesn’t. I want my home, my bed, and my mum.” Sylvia buried her face again into the pillow as there was a knock on the door. “I am not talking to anyone.”

“The closest thing you have to a mum is Simon, and I assume you don’t want him showing up and see you being a bitch.”

Jay did the opposite she had expected and went to the door, opening it and letting the boy silently come inside to appreciate the view of a devastated, annoyed, and bitchy Sylvia on her bed. 

“I’ll be here in one hour and you better be ready. You should start packing as well.”

His voice was fading and a little bliss relieved her, believing she was finally all by herself for a couple minutes. 

“Do you need help on killing yourself?” The poisoned voice reigned through her body. She pretty much jumped to her feet to face and curse him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” No, no, no. She contorted her face in his presence because, she obviously was unable to ever get rid of Harry. He, and his even more tanned body, was just an omniscient presence wherever she was. 

“You curse a lot for a girl, you know that?” His dimples made a special appearance, which made her want to internally cry endlessly. “It’s too nasty for such an attractive girl.” 

“What do you want?” She sat on the bed and faced the boy in front of her, crossing her legs and counting from one to twenty to catch some peace and calm herself down. 

“Just checking on you. How were the interviews?” He moved to the bed, taking a seat behind her and instantly began massaging her shoulders.

“Awful.” A brief shiver ran down her body as his hands touched her a bit more rough, yet good enough to release some tension from her body. “They keep asking things they shouldn’t.” 

“Been there, done that.” He chuckled at his own words and placed his legs around her, closing the space between them. “You will learn how to deal with that some time soon.” 

“It’s not about me, it’s about them learning their limits.” She was pissed and she could hear Harry softly laughing from behind her.

“Expect the unexpected from them. They are paid to never learn boundaries.”

Her body unconsciously arched as his large hands travelled down her, finding the small of her back and squeezing her waist tightly. “Does it hurt?”               

The intoxicating way he spoke not only made her disarmed by his question, but also by his lips meeting her nape of her neck, trailing along with soft, slow kisses. 

“Relax, ok?” His words mixed with the constant touch of his mouth, he acted casually, even though he was aware of the effect he had on her. “You can do it better than you think.”

“Harry- stop.” Sylvia weakly stated before she quickly realized she didn’t want him to stop. Well, good for her – he didn’t really care about stopping.

“I know you like it,” his hoarse voice penetrated through her mind, buzzing and already taking her to another edge close to something unbearable.

He made her sit in his lap and pulled her back to his chest, causing her body heat to rise as his bold hands explored every inch of the warm skin on her stomach.

It was like he already knew every little thing about her and the spots that would make her beg for him not to stop. Harry didn’t have much to learn as she easily got under his control. His hands and his contagious self-esteem were enough to catch her off guard – even though his lips and warm breath hitting her skin were enough to drive her crazy.

She was so close to give in. He was working hard; it was ruining how she actually had wanted to react. Soon she learnt his lips were too close to hers as he helped her turn around and face him. His strong arms enveloped her and Harry didn’t look tired from caressing her upper body with his own lips, but actually seemed to enjoy the way she grabbed his hair and freed his nape to meet her lips.

“I doubt Sean has ever done this to you.” His hands couldn’t just fly unnoticed as he tightly held the back of her hair, as a little breakdown invaded her with his not-so-wise words.

“What?” She said almost in desperation, leaning back and facing the goddamn tease he was.

“You heard me,” he chuckled and bit his bottom lip, quickly cupping her face and getting back to her lips.

“Get the fuck off m-,” She harshly shoved him, his hands, his lips and his audacity from her. She hadn’t gone crazy yet, he had indeed said that as she clearly heard.

“Hey, it’s just a joke,” Harry held his laughter and his position before he could fall down on her bed.

“Common sense, Harry.” She freed herself from him and slapped his shoulder, “I can’t even believe-,”

“Stop, stop,” the boy let himself fall back as to try and avoid her girly pushes. “Breathe. That was no-,” 

“Leave, Harry. Just fucking leave,” she stood from the bed and pointed to the door, watching him still laughing and getting comfortable on her bed. “Don’t you da-.” 

“I’m sorry.” A smile appeared across his face and Harry simply nodded his head as he stood up. “It was just-,” 

“Fucking Christ,” she was spitting fire and wanted him dead, “save me from-,” 

“Shut your fucking mouth for a while, I’m-,” 

A millisecond was enough time for Sylvia to cut him off with all of the strength she could muster causing the sweet and loud sound of her palm coming in contact across his pretty face. 

“What’s wrong with-!” he shouted and instantly grabbed her wrists before she could hit him once again. 

“No one will ever tell me to shut the fuck me up, not even you, Harry.” Her blood was boiling and could only will him to disappear in that very moment before she could do or say anything else. Harry watched as her expression became possessed and didn’t even realize the massive pressure on his grip. 

“Can you just-,”

“What is your fucking problem?” Harry finally stood for himself and raised his voice, practically shouting at her, releasing his fist and pointing his finger straight in her face, which was totally not like him. “Sean, your fucking failed-little-love-life problems with him are why you’ve been so bitchy and moping around, Sylvia. It’s been one fucking year, get over it for fuck’s sake. You will never get rid of it if you don’t learn to face the facts.”

“Please just lea-,” 

“Just remember we are not obliged to deal with your mood and we don’t have to be nice to you.”

He left with the slam of her door and heavy steps that could be heard in the deepest part of her body. A loud slam that actually made a little part of her soul to freeze in that moment and repeat, in slow motion, every little word he had just said as she revaluated the relationship between Harry and herself. 

He went too far too far past the limit she could put up with, but then again, who could ever control that boy?

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