Title: Betrayed
Author: Star (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
star55)
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Dougie/Harry, Harry/OFC
Genre: Angst
Summary: You know what is happening, yet why does it still hurt?
A/N: Dedicated to: Jade;12bear_hugs for choosing Betrayed as her prompt *hugs
A/N2: My two prompt tables are Here for anyone that wants to take one or two and prompt me.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, not ever. *is saddened by this*
Betrayed
Was it a face that invaded your mind
A kind that isn’t that hard to find
She lets you think that you found her first
That’s how she works
Her sick and twisted gypsy curse
She can swallow knives
She can swallow lives
Golden black stare
But the night of your demise…
Gypsy Woman – Hilary Duff
After the show, you grab a bottle of water, drinking it with haste. Your body is dripping with sweat and yet you never seem to mind that part. Performing on stage for thousands of fans is what you live for.
You smile at one of the techs as you walk passed, whipping off your shirt to cool down. You make your way to the dressing room to grab another bottle of water. As you reach the door, you stop. You heard a soft giggle coming from the other side of the door followed by a husky whisper. Your breath hitches in your throat. You would recognise that sound anywhere.
You walk past, not wanting to face that. Not now.
You make your way to the bus. Tom and Danny are already there playing the Xbox and you pass them, heading straight for your bunk.
Flopping down on your bed, you sigh. You try not to think of the noises coming from behind that door. You close your eyes tightly and roll onto your side, facing the wall.
The bus starts to move and within moments, he is there, slipping into your bunk. You don’t turn around, don’t welcome him into your arms like you usually do and you can practically feel the frown that is forming on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
You don’t answer him; you don’t acknowledge that he’s there, that his hot breath is on the back of your neck.
You keep your eyes firmly shut as he rolls you into his arms. His hands are comforting against your skin and his lips press softly against your own. You can smell her perfume on his shirt and you pull back, not wanting to do this. Not now, not with him. Not when you know he’s just been with her.
His hands cup your face and he asks again what’s wrong. You look into those captivating blue eyes and you tell him what you heard.
He denies it. Of course he does. He says he was just chatting with her.
You don’t ask why her scent is all over him – he’ll have an excuse for that as well.
He curls around you and you stay like that for the rest of the trip.
It happens again. After another show on the Friday night, you make your way to the change room you see the door is open a little and you can hear her voice again.
You know you shouldn’t look but right then, you don’t care because that’s your boyfriend in there with her.
He doesn’t look like he’s upset with the fact that she is pushed right up against him. In fact, his hands are dropping to hold her bare waist. Her tiny top leaving plenty of bare skin for him to grope at.
She giggled again, pulling him towards the small couch that was in the room. She pushed him down and slid into his lap.
You felt your insides boil as his hands slipped up her small skirt. He whispered something in her ear and her giggles filled the room, followed quickly by her soft sighs.
As soon as their lips met you forcefully closed the door, making sure they knew you were there. You stormed out of the building and got on the bus.
You ignored Tom and Danny calling out to you and you threw all of your clothes into your backpack, intent on getting out of there as soon as possible. You didn’t cry, you were too pissed off to cry. You should have known this would happen that he didn’t really love you like he said he did.
You know you shouldn’t have felt betrayed, but you did.
As you were about to leave the bus, he came on, effectively stopping you.
You glared at him, not wanting to listen to his excuses. You know what happened, you know what you saw. He tried to tell you it wasn’t what it looked like but you screamed at him that him shoving his hand up her skirt wasn’t nothing.
He put a hand on your arm and you shrugged it off, pushing passed him. He didn’t follow you, he didn’t say he was sorry and that left you feeling even more empty than if he had apologised.
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Author: Star (
star55) Part: 1/1
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Dougie/Harry, Harry/OFC
Genre: Angst
Summary: You know what is happening, yet why does it still hurt?
A/N: Dedicated to: Jade;
12bear_hugs for choosing Betrayed as her prompt *hugsA/N2: My two prompt tables are Here for anyone that wants to take one or two and prompt me.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, not ever. *is saddened by this*
Was it a face that invaded your mind
A kind that isn’t that hard to find
She lets you think that you found her first
That’s how she works
Her sick and twisted gypsy curse
She can swallow knives
She can swallow lives
Golden black stare
But the night of your demise…
Gypsy Woman – Hilary Duff
After the show, you grab a bottle of water, drinking it with haste. Your body is dripping with sweat and yet you never seem to mind that part. Performing on stage for thousands of fans is what you live for.
You smile at one of the techs as you walk passed, whipping off your shirt to cool down. You make your way to the dressing room to grab another bottle of water. As you reach the door, you stop. You heard a soft giggle coming from the other side of the door followed by a husky whisper. Your breath hitches in your throat. You would recognise that sound anywhere.
You walk past, not wanting to face that. Not now.
You make your way to the bus. Tom and Danny are already there playing the Xbox and you pass them, heading straight for your bunk.
Flopping down on your bed, you sigh. You try not to think of the noises coming from behind that door. You close your eyes tightly and roll onto your side, facing the wall.
The bus starts to move and within moments, he is there, slipping into your bunk. You don’t turn around, don’t welcome him into your arms like you usually do and you can practically feel the frown that is forming on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
You don’t answer him; you don’t acknowledge that he’s there, that his hot breath is on the back of your neck.
You keep your eyes firmly shut as he rolls you into his arms. His hands are comforting against your skin and his lips press softly against your own. You can smell her perfume on his shirt and you pull back, not wanting to do this. Not now, not with him. Not when you know he’s just been with her.
His hands cup your face and he asks again what’s wrong. You look into those captivating blue eyes and you tell him what you heard.
He denies it. Of course he does. He says he was just chatting with her.
You don’t ask why her scent is all over him – he’ll have an excuse for that as well.
He curls around you and you stay like that for the rest of the trip.
It happens again. After another show on the Friday night, you make your way to the change room you see the door is open a little and you can hear her voice again.
You know you shouldn’t look but right then, you don’t care because that’s your boyfriend in there with her.
He doesn’t look like he’s upset with the fact that she is pushed right up against him. In fact, his hands are dropping to hold her bare waist. Her tiny top leaving plenty of bare skin for him to grope at.
She giggled again, pulling him towards the small couch that was in the room. She pushed him down and slid into his lap.
You felt your insides boil as his hands slipped up her small skirt. He whispered something in her ear and her giggles filled the room, followed quickly by her soft sighs.
As soon as their lips met you forcefully closed the door, making sure they knew you were there. You stormed out of the building and got on the bus.
You ignored Tom and Danny calling out to you and you threw all of your clothes into your backpack, intent on getting out of there as soon as possible. You didn’t cry, you were too pissed off to cry. You should have known this would happen that he didn’t really love you like he said he did.
You know you shouldn’t have felt betrayed, but you did.
As you were about to leave the bus, he came on, effectively stopping you.
You glared at him, not wanting to listen to his excuses. You know what happened, you know what you saw. He tried to tell you it wasn’t what it looked like but you screamed at him that him shoving his hand up her skirt wasn’t nothing.
He put a hand on your arm and you shrugged it off, pushing passed him. He didn’t follow you, he didn’t say he was sorry and that left you feeling even more empty than if he had apologised.
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