BLUE: AHarryStylesFanfic

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(Shawn Mendes as Ezra Klein)

.Harry.

I haven't heard a word from Blue since my dad called her to sort his fan mail. I hope he knows that I don't buy that made-up bullshit job because I know damn well there's more to it. Name me one person who freaks out in fear when asked to sort fan mail? You can't because that makes abso-f*****g-lutely no sense. It's not my business, but I do live here, and if I'm going to live here, then I need to know what everyone's daily life is like in these overly decorated four walls. Finally turning off the shower, I dried and pulled up a fresh pair of boxers.

"f**k!" Blue's voice rang out, making me furrow my brows in confusion. Her room is right next to mine, so all I have to do is lean up against the wall. Muffled moans and grunts filled my ears, making me question what the hell is going on in there. Her bed, from what I'm assuming, keeps hitting the wall in a steady beat. Blue is f*****g someone. Her moans grew louder and louder, and my boxers felt more snug than usual. My hand reached down on me as I palmed myself. I know I shouldn't, but I'm going to jack off her to erotic moans. Her mouth let out a stream of profanities bringing me closer and close to the edge. She has soft, quiet moans, and they are driving me up the wall. Before I knew it, I heard her finish along with whoever the lucky jackass is, along with myself.

I quickly put on another pair of boxers after and grey sweats.

A few seconds later, her door opened, and I couldn't stop myself from opening my door. A man walked out with the biggest smile. I didn't see Blue, but from the looks of it, he doesn't give a flying f**k about her. I don't either, but I'm not going to let some random grown man walk out of my dad's house without a f*****g explanation.

"Who the f**k are you, and what the f**k are you doing with Blue?" I asked, making my presence known.

"We're f**k buddies," The man plainly stated with so much confidence. I've had several f**k buddies, but being f**k buddies with a grown man is deemed sketchy.

"Okay, and I'm the f*****g president," I sarcastically respond. Before the fucker could say anything, Blue opened her door.

"Wait, you left this," She said, avoiding my hard stare. She handed the man his tie before she leaned on her toes and kissed his cheek. She went back into her room without another word and locked her door.

"See? Told you," The man said, heading down the stairs.

"What's your name?" I snapped, making him stop in his tracks.

"Nathan," The man casually said before continuing down the stairs. I followed him down and pulled on his black blazer.

"What the f**k, man!" Nathan yelled, turning around.

"You're full f*****g name," I demanded not letting go of his perfectly ironed wrinkle-free blazer.

"Nathan Moore," He said, and I forcefully let him go.

"If I hear that you're hurting her, I'm gonna hunt you down and f**k you up," I hissed. I don't like Nathan, and I don't like liars.

"Hey, relax, I'm not hurting her. Who are you?" He asked, trying to make his way out the door, but I stopped him again.

"Her brother, so I'd watch your f*****g back if I were you," I lie. I know I said I hate liars, but I'll do it if it means protecting Blue.

"Okay, man, chill, I'm not going to hurt her, and I don't plan on it," Nathan said. I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"You better f*****g stick to that, and if you don't, I'll ruin you and whatever business you're currently CEO of." I spat and headed back upstairs.

"Blue?" I called out at her door, but I didn't get a response.

"Blue," I demanded this time and still didn't get an answer. I began pounding my fist on the door, and I didn't stop until she opened it. I would've let myself in her room, but she locked it.

"What?" She snapped, opening her door. Her small body blocked the door as I tried to make out the mess her and her company made a few minutes ago.

"Who the f**k was that?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" She seethed, looking down.

"Because if you're going to sleep with people, make sure you keep it down," I said, dodging the real question. I don't want to press because it's not my business, and I don't want it to be.

"Oh, okay, same for you. I don't want to know what poor soul and yourself are doing in the middle of the f*****g night," She seethed, confusing me.

Blue crossed her arms and scoffed looking up at me.

"I'm sorry, does a blonde bombshell wannabe ring a bell?" She mocked.

Sophia.

"Fine, deal?" I asked. Blue nodded before closing her bedroom door.

I went back to my room, but I can not sit here and think myself into stress-induced insomnia episode. I need to get the f**k out of here. I threw on whatever my eyes landed on, which was a loose white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up my forearms. I didn't bother buttoning the rest of the buttons up halfway up my shirt as I put on my black boots.

I grabbed a pair of motorcycle keys and left. If downtown Austin does not have a bar that matches the stigma, I'm going to pull a Jesus and flip s**t over.

I found a bar called The Townsend, so I pulled into the parking lot, heading inside. I took a seat on a barstool and looked at the array of alcohol along the shelves. I want something that'll f**k me up so good that I forget my name.

"My f*****g luck. Noah owes me one hundred bucks," Emilia's voice rang out, making me regret leaving the house.

"Why?" I asked, looking next to me.

"I'm behind the bar dumbass," She said.

"What does he owe you that much?" I asked as she leaned over the counter.

"Because we made a bet saying you'd be here in under a week. Noah didn't think so, but I did," She said with a triumphant smile.

"What do you want?" She asked, setting down two shot glasses.

"You're not gonna ID me?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"Don't care to check. Most of the people here are in high school. So I'm asking again, what do you want?" She said, finishing with a sentence.

"Jack Daniels, straight," I said as she pulled the bottle off the shelf. Why does she work here? She looks too young to work at the bar.

"How did you get a job if you're under twenty-one?" I asked.

"Bold of you to assume I'm younger," She teased.

"I'm kidding, I'm nineteen, and my dad owns the place. He knows how to pull some strings." She said, pouring both glasses with the dark liquor. Emilia doesn't seem that negative outside of group therapy, and I can't detect any hostility in her eyes. She looks relaxed and easy-going. Then again, I didn't know Sophia was a low-key freak who has a psychotic side I should've known about earlier. I wish she had a giant f*****g warning sign on her forehead for precautionary.

"What should we make a toast to?" She asked as I grabbed the full shot glass.

"Being the reason preacher's daughters become so f*****g tainted," I said, making her giggle. We clinked our glasses and threw them back.

___

I don't know how many shots we took, but I drank six in under an hour. I feel so good, and so does Emilia. After her shift, we ended up in a club I'm too drunk to remember the name of at the moment. Her flame-like hair is out of her face, revealing large gauges and a minimal tattoo on the side of her neck. The dark ink complimented her pale skin. The cursive quote started at the base of her ear, and it trailed down under her clothes. Her back pressed against my chest, and I let my hands rest on her hips.

"Tell me," She started.

"Tell me why the f**k you let Sophia of all people sleep with you?" She asked with a chuckle.

"I wouldn't have if I knew how bat-s**t crazy she is," I confessed, my lips hovering the shell of her ear.

"Well, good luck getting rid of her," Emilia said, lifting a bottle of beer to her lips.

"Wow, thanks, I'm so blessed," I sarcastically reply. Our bodies swayed with music in the middle of overly hormonal underaged teenage drinkers. I can guarantee half of these people are miserable to the max.

"How do I get rid of her?" I asked, turning Emilia around. Her eyes are so dilated and red from the amount of alcohol she has consumed.

"Ignore her, and I mean dismissing her entire shitty existence as if she died. Treat her like a ghost and don't acknowledge her. Giving her ultimatums will force her to f**k off, and if she doesn't, that's when you turn into the worst person alive." She said as her eyes flickered to my lips a few times. I'm so intoxicated, and I think I'm going to wake up still drunk.

"Give me an example," I said as my eyes flickered to her lips a few times.

"Use her weaknesses against her. She gets attached fast, so feed into her wants and needs only to call all of it bullshit and tell her you're here for a good time and not for a long time." Emilia said, casually.

"That sounds so f*****g heartless, but I'm good at being a f**k up, so why not," I said, my eyes still fixated on her lips.

"You okay?" She teasingly asked as her hand palmed me. I gripped her hips tighter before she took my hand.

"I'm f*****g dandy," I said, taking in my lower lip. f**k, the way her dress clings to her is taunting me, and now I can't bear the feeling of my pants and boxers squeezing me.

"Is that so?" She asked, gripping me harder.

"Y-yeah," I said, but I know I didn't sound like I meant it because I don't. I want to take Emilia into the bathroom and lock us in a stall while I have her right then and there.

"Having a hard time convincing yourself?" She asked as he hand gripped the buckle of my belt. f**k it, that's it. Pulling her hand off of me, I dragged her into the men's restroom and slammed the door, locking it. Emilia's lips attacked my neck as I pulled her up onto the sink. She unbuckled my belt while I bunched her dress to her waist.

"You must've been one lucky guy back in London," She whispers in my ear before kissing the skin right below it. My grip tightened around her thighs as she continued to whisper dirty things making me harder and harder and harder. I pulled her off the sink and turned her around.

"Bend over," I demanded in a low growl as she obeyed. Ripping off her forest gree panties, I grabbed the condom in my pocket and quickly put it on. I always carry one in case situations like this arise. I slowly entered Emilia as she cried out.

"Oh my god, you're big," She cried, gripping the sink to steady her.

Once we've adjusted, I didn't hold back or show any mercy as I relentlessly slammed in and out her hard and fast. Emilia's moans filled the room as I continued to f**k her silly.

"Holy s**t," I growl, pulling her hair tilting her head up.

She squealed as our eyes met in the mirror.

"I don't think anyone's ever f****d you this hard," I said, letting my ego slip out.

"N-no! Oh f**k," Emilia yells. Her walls clenched around me, making me thrust harder because so f*****g tight.

Roughly ten minutes passed before we both reached our highs. Cursing Emilia's name, I pulled out and disposed of the condom. We need to do that again.

"Well, I think this needs to happen more often," Emilia said, voicing my thoughts out loud.

"Abso-f*****g-lutely," I said, fixing my clothes. As we both stepped out of the bathroom, Emilia stopped me.

"No one hears about this. Got it? We are having casual s*x, nothing more, and nothing less," She said, and I chuckled.

"I'm not an i***t. Do you honestly think I could be in a functional relationship?" I asked, knowing her answer.

"A rat has a more successful love life than us," She jokes, making me laugh in return.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Bella and Edward have a more exciting love life than us," I exclaimed as Emilia nearly falls over from laughter.

"Now, there's no way we're driving home this drunk," She said. I nodded, agreeing with her.

"Come with me," Emilia said as she dragged me to the back of the building, leading to a set of stairs.

"Where are we going?" I asked, tripping up the steps.

"I live up here," She said, her voice slurred. Unlocking the door, she threw it open, and we both stumbled in. Does her father own the club too for her to live right above it?

"I'm thinking we go for round two?" Emilia asked, shamelessly running her eyes up and down while pulling me into what I'm assuming is her room.

"I like the sound of that," I said, not hesitating. I'd offer to take her back to my place, but I'm drunk, and I don't want Blue asking me why Emilia is there.

"Out of all people you drag in, you bring Harry?" A thick Australian accent yelled, making me groan.

"Can you f**k out of my business for the last time?" Emilia yells back, returning to her group therapy alter ego. It's like she flipped a switch on me.

"You're so annoying!" Journi yelled, slamming her bedroom door.

"Coming from the one who begged for a f*****g room!" Emilia fires back, pulling into her bedroom. Her room felt like it was a different world. The way she carries herself verse's how she decorated her room clash in a way I didn't think could work. With her reserved bitchy attitude, causing a scene for no reason, and dressing provocatively is oddly compatible with a neat room. Emilia has a wall full of framed vinyl records along with a collage of polaroid pictures and a few posters representing her favourite bands. Her walls have both blue and yellow pastel paints and a huge window letting her look down on the street she lives on. It's busy with overly worked and underpaid young teens and adults along with bright fluorescent street lights. The traffic isn't so bad considering the fact it's dark out, and most don't go clubbing on a f*****g Wednesday, I mean Thursday.

Emilia has a few plants scattered around her room with some big and small and all others in between. What is her niche? Is it vinyl records? Is she a polaroid photographer? Or, maybe it's giving a s**t about nature?

"So what's your niche?" I asked without thinking.

"A bit of everything I guess. I don't know now that I think about it. The only thing I'm good at is making drinks that will f**k someone up so hard they still feel it when they arrive in hell." She joked, her eyes still staring at my lips. I came here to f**k her and dip, but her room threw me off harder than discovering Sophia's a desperate, needy b***h who has the hottest tattoo.

"Oh, come on, there's gotta be something," I said as she pulled me closer.

"No, there isn't," She said, demandingly, but the seduction in her voice tells me otherwise.

"Is that so?" I asked, feeding into her reserved secretive bullshit.

"No, I just don't want to tell you, now shut up about it," She said, slowly going down on her knees. Before I could protest, she unbuckled my belt resuming our club bathroom meaningless s*x.

Pulling me out, I sat on the bed to steady myself before she put me in her mouth. I involuntarily gripped her hair as she went all the way down on me.

"F-f**k," I muttered, earning a moan in response. The vibration of her moan made her mouth feel that much better. I am not going to last long considering I'm drunk, and I f****d her.

___

I will forever hate hangovers, but I will forever hate people slamming bedroom doors open.

"What the f**k Journi!" Emilia yelled, groaning against my bare chest.

"We're gonna be late you t**t," Journi carelessly said as she eyed me. I flashed her a wink, and in return, I got her middle finger.

"Someone's a peach," I said, sitting up.

"Yeah, I can get adorable if you don't f**k off in ten minutes. The last thing I need is to walk into group therapy with you trailing behind just like you did with Sophia," Journi seethed. I couldn't take her seriously when her hair looks like a rats nest and a shirt with a huge coffee stain on it.

"Hey, f**k out of here," Emilia said, still on my chest.

"Next time you wanna give the world a critical threat of the possibility of mini Harry's and mini Emilia's running around, make sure you keep it down. I should not have to sacrifice my sleep for you to disappoint whatever god you serve by f*****g before marriage." Journi said annoyance clear in her eyes.

"I should not have to consider shoving pencils in my ears to drown you out permanently, but here we are," I said, rolling over my back facing Journi.

"You guys are perfect together because you're both pieces of shit." And with that, Journi left Emilia's room moments before we burst out in laughter.