two | h.s. - t.c.

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"alex!" timothée called as he walked past the bar, following behind her.

"leave me alone." she said loud enough for him to hear as she headed towards the entrance of the stairs. she pushed the door open, disappearing.

he ran, quick to catch up with her as he walked in behind her, holding her hand. she turned around, annoyed as she looked at him, waiting for him to explain.

"why're you angry that i want to leave? hm? you're not the one in the band." timothée said, furrowing his eyebrows as he spoke.

"because! you and harry are a team, you're a duo! you guys are called two for a reason." she said, her blue eyes bright in the dark room.

"it's my decision, what're you, my mom?" he said back, stubborn as always.

she groaned, heading up the stairs, not wanting to deal with him.

"no seriously, harry and i have been doing this ever since i was like eighteen. i wanna live my life like a normal adult." timothée said as he followed next to her, stepping up the stairs.

"no more cameras no more spotlights. everything i do is under surveillance, but you wouldn't understand that." he said, his voice loud.

"well it's what you signed up for when going into the industry, isn't it? and there's so much more positives than negatives. all the fans, the people you've touched." alex said as her feet began to slow down, stopping at the landing of the staircase.

"listen, i made up my mind and you can't change that. why do you really care? because it's obvious you and i aren't that close, so what's the reason?" he said, annoyed as he crossed his arms. "you don't give a fuck about" he air quoted "touching people's hearts."

emily made her way down the staircase ahead of them, making eye contact with them as she passed by. emily raised her eyebrows a bit, knowing she just interrupted something. her heels made quick noises as she sped down the stairs, entering the main floor again. the music was loud as she opened the door, and once it slammed shut the beats were muffled again.

alex stood there, her dirty blonde hair messy as her red eyes stared at timothée. it was clear she was high, they both were. she held a hesitant look in her eyes, not wanting to admit the real reason she cared so much.

"harry." timothée said with a nod, "it's harry, isn't it?" he questioned. "i'm sorry to tell you that he's fucking every other girl too, so you're not so special." he said, filled with arrogance.

alex avoided eye contact with him as he spoke to her, looking to her side as the loud music still filled the room.

"i don't care, you can't do this." she said back, off topic.

"i bet he doesn't know that we've fucked." he let out a cocky laugh, "now does he?"

she furrowed her eyebrows, "it was just a one time thing." she said, turning around as she began to walk away, going up the stairs.

"mhm, just like all those little threesomes you beg for, isn't that right? now you're too afraid too admit that we fuck alone?" he laughed, "because then the one time thing turns into a two, and the two turns into a three, and the three turns into-"

"stop that!" she yelled, interrupting him.

"it's true!" he yelled back, "you come to me when he's out doing shit with emily, why?!" he said, his angry voice echoing throughout the staircase.