harry

Yes, I create art. But, I also create chaos.

I felt the sweat drip down my forehead, hard bodies pushing against mine in a grinding motion as they danced to the thump of the music. Red and blue lights flashed around my mind, my eyes glassy as they gazed upon the smoggy world of the club. I felt a small frame bump into me, obviously a girl too young for this club as her innocent brown eyes looked up at me. She mouthed an apology to me before scurrying back into the crowd, disappearing from my sight.

My heart raced as figures pushed around me, I take a deep breath before nudging my way out of the crowd and into the clearing for fresh air.

The club was hot, body heat and passion radiated from wall to wall. I walk past a couple making out, heading straight to my friends who all sat at a table hidden in the back. The sweat stuck to my face as I let cool air brush against the skin, I manoeuvred around a few people before taking a seat next to Richard with a exhale of relief.

"Have fun?" He questions. I simply just shrug.

A brunette girl leaned against Ethan, her blue eyes making me wary of my thoughts. "We should go dance." She suggests, a lovely grin forming on her lips.

As I stared at them with envy, watching them walk away and begin to dance together on the floor, my heart felt heavy and my mind wondered to that girl made of art and flowers, the smell of vanilla and strawberry chapstick.

I slide out my phone from my pocket, noticing the time.

1:33am.

And noticing the lack of messages from her.

I hadn't seen her since yesterday at the art exhibit, I couldn't rid her sad eyes from my mind the entire time and when I watched her leave with tired, glassy eyes, my stomach fell and my heart hurt.

Moments passed with nothing but the clubs loud music echoing against the wall, but soon Richard slides another drink in front of me as he returned from the bar. My thoughts had consumed me so much, I hadn't noticed any kinds of activity going on around me. I thank him before I take the small glass and swallow the entire contents. My body throbbed and my throat burned as alcohol spiralled around my brain and into my veins, making me feel a little more alive. I bid my friends a quick goodbye before sliding out from my seat once again, heading straight for the dance floor where I noticed that familiar brunette standing at the edge of the crowd with no one else around her. I didn't know her name, or anything about her except she had similar blue eyes to Lola and had a sweet, deep voice.

"You alright?" She looks up at me with worry in her pupils, I notice her bottom lip was imprinted with teeth marks from her biting it so hard.

She shakes her head. "I've lost Ethan."

I look into the crowd, frowning as I searched for my black haired friend. Smog and alcoholic souls smothered the crowded area, music blasting through my head as those sweaty bodies moved with the tune. I look back to the girl, her anxiety evident.

"I'll go find him, stay here." I reassure her before stepping into the crowd.

I felt so many bodies bump into me, pushing me left and then pushing me right. As I tried to elbow my way through, my eyes searched every body with curiosity to try and find my friend. I gazed at a hazel eyed girl, a lustful smirk on her lips before I push myself away and continue looking. It all felt so overwhelming, the bodies pushing into me with my breath growing heavy as my hot my lungs ached for freshness. I push myself past a few more people before a commotion breaks out in front of me, a few bodies laid out on the ground gazing up in anger at the dark haired boy who was about to be punched in the stomach.

I noticed Ethan's playful grin before the knuckles of a tall man hit him, his face scrunches up as he falls to the ground. In seconds another large male takes a stride forward, letting his black combat boot kick into Ethan's side fiercely. As I hear my friends body hit the ground I lunge forward, ripping one guy off him by his shirt and as his body jerks back, I feel the material from his tank rip between my fingers.

I noticed many glares as I pulled Ethan's hurt body off the ground, but when I noticed familiar blue eyes staring at me my stomach dropped and anxiety pulsed into my now thumping heart.

His lips formed a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest, ink spiralling up the exposed skin. I noticed how piercing his blue eyes looked under the fluorescent lights, almost intimidating as he stepped forward. Flashes of light blind me as my body is ripped backwards, Ethan lunging back with me as another hand grips his shirt. I noticed three men surrounded me and Ethan, another two next to Louis as he steps closer and closer to me. His smirk seemed to grow with my discomfort, knowing all too well I was outnumbered now and his advantage skyrocketed.

"Outside." Louis lips form these words, in seconds myself and Ethan are dragged out of the crowd.

People seemed to know when to move as we struggled to keep up with the men tugging us, eyes watching us with intimidation as we were pulled from the sweaty atmosphere. I would of taken a breath of relief as we exited the club if it wasn't for the smothering body holding me tightly, my body is knocked to the cement outside the club and Ethan's quickly follows as a grunt leaves his lips, when his body thumping against the hard ground as he sighs.

I look up at Louis with anger pulsing through me, aching in my clenched jaw and white knuckles. "What? Too chicken to beat me up by yourself, so you're gonna get your lackeys to help you?"

Louis chuckles. "Nah." His eyes scan down each side of the street as his 'friends' move away from myself and Ethan. "I'm going to make you an offer, your dickhead friend as well."

Ethan gazes at me with confusion. "What kind of offer?" I question.

"Honestly after that art piece you submitted into my fathers gallery, I should just beat you until you're nothing but a bloodied piece of shit on the side walk, but my reputation doesn't need that."

I scoff. "Fuck off."

"Now, now." Louis clicks his tongue. "You back off away from Lola, and I'll put in a good word with my fathers company for you."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but it was obviously something big as Michael Tomlinson was an extremely wealthy art dealer. He knew people, and Louis was now taking that into his own hands and instead of manipulating Lola, he was now manipulating me. I frown, gritting my teeth as he pulls a cigarette from his pocket and places it between his teeth.

His eyes glint as he watches me, gazing to Ethan quickly. "And you, I won't tell little Sierra in there just what kind of trouble you've been getting into." Ethan doesn't speak, just lowers his head as Louis and his friends chuckle.

Anger pushes my body to stand, my frame towering over the one and only blue eyed boy here. "You know what Louis?" He cocks an eyebrow, still holding that cigarette between his teeth. "One day she won't be waiting for you. One day she'll be able to think of you and smile, knowing she dodged a bullet the day she fucked your facade and games off."

Louis growls, stepping forward as his friends follow. To say I wasn't intimidated was a lie, but I knew his game and it was to prove himself better to those around him. I smirk, stepping backwards as I extend a hand for Ethan. "You can stick your offer up your ass." Ethan pulls himself up as he grips my hand, still quiet and still wary.

"You sure you want to do let this happen, Ethan?" Louis says, placing the cigarette between his fingers now.

"I-" Ethan is lost for words as he gazes at his shoes.

"Awh, Harry doesn't know?" I could tell Louis found this amusing, my heart ached as Ethan let his dark eyes fall on every inch of the world around him; except us.

Louis begins to speak but as the club door swings open he stops, my friends walk out with grins but stop short as they see us, their faces falling as they let their eyes narrow in on the situation outside this seedy club.

"Um, what's going on?" Richard questions, eyes falling on Louis as he gazes at each one of our faces. Sean, Sierra and a young girl all stood next to him, Sierra gazing at Ethan with longing as she clung to her friends arm.

"Nothing." Ethan smiles. "Home?" Ethan extends his hand for Sierra and she skips down to take it, the couple don't waste time in walking away as they bid us a quick goodbye.

Louis mutters under his breath as the rest of my friends depart, leaving me in the street with him and his lackeys. "Go inside, I'll be there soon." Louis mutters to his friends before they nod, entering that blasting club once again. In the dead of night, with nothing but cold air surrounding us, we stood with each other alone under the moonlight. I swallow harshly, my eyes intent on pinning him down as I glare at him.

"Just remember what I said, styles." Louis says. "I can make life very, very hard for you and your friend."

I scoff.

Louis takes one last glance around the street before turning around and entering the smog of the club.

I sigh, looking down the dark street before taking a step forward and beginning my journey. Nothing but the taste of bitter alcohol and sour thoughts lingered in my soul, the fresh night air nipped at my skin as I walked along the pathway with nothing but the song of her blue eyes and pale skin in my tired and aching mind.

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Okay, I did have trouble writing this chapter but I kind of, maybe, sorta liked it in the end? Idk, let me know if it's crap pleaseeeeee, my writers block has been a b*tch since I got sick.

And don't worry, there is going to be a lot more Lola and Harry moments in the next following chapters.

Thanks for reading!!

-A