Adriana's POV
"You're sick...I hope the same thing happens to you!" I shove at Heath's chest.
After the police had taken Josh, it only took me a matter of seconds to read the address on the pills. I had shoved the paper in my pocket and had ran as fast as I could. Heath was taken back by me at his door.
"Well," He smirked. "I don't know what we are talking about...but may I say you look sexy in that-"
My hand met his cheek. "You have some nerves," I hissed.
He reached his pale hand to his cheek, which was much paler and saggy. It made him look way to old for his age, but that's what you get when you're a druggie I suppose. His blue eyes managed to darken and he narrowed his eyes on me, his smirk faded.
"Don't do that again," He hissed.
He steps back, his hand letting go of the door knob. "Why are you here? Did Harry finally dieced to give up his slut?"
Slut.
That's a new one.
"You're a killer-"
"I'm a provider!" Heath corrects shutting the door. "I simply provide what they need, it's there choice to take it or not."
"How do you sleep at night?"
His lips tug back up in a grin as he starts walking towards the kitchen. "I don't," He chuckled.
The small condo is foggy, smoke and gas everywhere. I catch one of his guys standing, they just watch us. My eyes catch the shimmering from the guys pants, he holds a gun. Another one stands in the corner of the kitchen, watching my every move.
"Can I offer you a drink?" Heath asked.
"You can offer these guy's to leave," I snap.
"Funny," Heath open a beer. He leans over the counter. "But I like an audience."
He catched my hand this time before it can actually meet his cheek. He drops it as my phone goes off and we both read the name of Harry.
"Go ahead, I'll stay silent. I mean...he likes to keep me as his secrete too," Heath chuckled.
I drop my phone in my bag and look at him. "You killed my father-"
"And what are you going to do? Kill me? You aren't even strong enough to dump Harry," Heath laughs.
I swollow the lump in my throat. My hands turn into fist and I close my eyes for a second before opening them.
"You don't know anything," I sneer.
"But I do," Heath chuckled. "Which is why you despise me so much. Because I know more about you, than you. Let's see."
"You're Adriana Star. Dating Harry Styles who you were in a fake marriage with, you were kicked out at age five, alcolic mother, abusive too. Father left when you were three, you were discovered at age seven. But anyone can read that in the books. See I know things better than Harry...I know things only he should know. Like the small heart tattoo on your lower hip, how kissing one spot in your inner thigh makes you crazy," He smirked.
I back away slightly. "I know about your first audtition and how in the private screening the guy tried to touch you-I know Josh is your father. I also know Colton was your first, but was cheating on you the whole time. I know about the time in first grade when a girl cut your hair off, I know about all the times you kissed a director to get a part-"
"That was once!" I cut him off.
"But it could hurt your career so much," He chuckled.
I close my eyes again, when I open them he's in front of me. His chest to mine, his knees on mine, our shoulders touching and his head hangs down so he's corning me against the small counter of the kitchen.
"You smell like...coconut," He comments.
I reach my hands to his shoulders pulling him off. His arms wrap around my waist, I struggle as his lips attached to my neck.
"See I was nice and didn't touch you at your house...but when you come to my place...feisty...and in this skirt. Well love...what's in my house belongs to me," Heath chuckled.
I let out small whimpers hitting him. "Harry," The name falls from my lips as a cry for help.
"He can't hear you," Heath laughs.
"Wrong," A deeper voice says.
Heath closes his eyes and lets curse words fall from his lips. Half of me is glad to see the singer in the kitchen, the other if getting ready to chop his balls off because (a) where the hell are our kids? And if he brought him here he is so dead. (b) he is the reason Josh is gone.
"Well look who joined the party," Heath turns.
Harry's eyes flicker to me, I can't tell what he is going to do. "Why are you here?" Harry looks at me.
"I could ask you the same," I snap.
Heath smirks, "I can tell each of you your answer. Adriana, Harry is hear to drop off my money because you know...he sold to Josh AKA your dad, and Harry Adriana is hear because the drugs you gave to her father killed him."
My heart drops, I forget about the kids. I remember the image of Josh. The pills, the tears, his cold body. I remember the way he felt when I touched him, hopping for his breath. Hoping to feel a heart beat. The tears spring to my eyes. I just figured out he was my dad-and now-now I have no one.
"Adriana I didn't-I mean-I-It was his choice to take them," Harry says softly.
"Oh shit...mate you shouldn't have said that-"
"It was his choice? That's all you have to say!" I shriek. "It was your choice to give them to him!"
Harry looks up at me. "I didn't think-"
"That's the problem! You don't think," I yell.
Heath laughs. I finally reach up and slap him, again. "Why you little-"
"Don't finish that," I hissed. "You aren't strong-you have people fighting for you. You know what you are Heath? A damn prick and a pussy. And you-"
I stop hearing the clicking of a gun, I turn and see Heath pointing it at me. Harry takes a big step behind me and he's about to take another but Heath stops him with a laugh. "Say it again Adriana-"
"You don't have the guts," I snap.
"Ads," Harry says. "Not here. Not now-"
"If you want to shoot me go ahead," I sneer at Heath.
"Great...maybe you can join the rest of your family in hell," Heath tossed his head back and laughed.
"Shoot me."
"Don't you dare!" Snaps Harry.
I shake my head moving out of Harry's grip. Suddnly Heaths stops. "You litle bitch," He sneers hearing the police sierns.
"Come on...they can't catch me too," Harry grabs my arm leading me out.
He tugs on me leading me straight to the car, but instead of letting him in, I turn, grab the keys. I shove at him chest making him stumble back as I get in the car, lock it and speed off without him.
.
.
.
"Come on baby," I whisper strapping Spencer in his seat, kissing his forehead. "We're all going on a vaction for a little bit...without daddy."
I get in the drivers seat and pull out of the parking lot, heading to the one place Harry would never go looking for me.
.
.
.
Harry's POV
.
.
.
My hands grip around the beer bottle, watching the drops of water trickle down the glass. She wasn't there when I went home...nethier was the baby stuff or the babies. I should have known she wasn't going to listen-I was the fault.
"Adriana," I say into the phone. "Just let me explain....I promise it's not what it looks like...just come home...I'll clean up."
I shove my phone in my pocket and down the beer, I feel a small hand on my shoulder and turn. A blonde stands, she tilts her head to the side smiling. Her hand on my leg.
"You seem upset," She frowns. "I hate seeing people upset."
She takes a seat, but not on a chair, on my legs. I don't have the energy to push her off so I let the alchohol take over my body.
"I am," I stated.
She wraps her arms around my neck, I can smell her perfume. It's to much and it smells like a cheap one from a drug store. She bats her big brown eyes at me, the remind me of Adriana's so I don't have the heart to push her away. She reminds me of her by her eyes, so maybe that's the reason I don't push.
"Well...I can try and make you happy....I live down the street," She purs, her lips on my ear.
I press my lips in a line, my phone lighting up and I look down to see a text from Adriana.
I need a break, us is to much. I'll see you later. Xx
Break.
"Is that your girlfriend?" The blonde snaps her gum.
"We are on a break," I stated.
She tilts her head to the side. "Well...then that means I can please you."
Which is right.
Adriana wanted a break?
Fine than I would take a break from her and have fun with other girls. If she didn't want to hear me out, then I wouldn't speak. But I sure as hell would act on it and make her regret not listening.
"Take me to your place," I stumble out of the bar, slamming a fourty on the counter.
{So yeah. A lot of you don't comment. And if I keep seeing that, that I won't keep posting and I won't post Fake Husband : 2. I know you think that's bitchy but I only know if you guys actually read this if you guys vote and comment. Tell me what you like and don't like? Is me taking time to right FH2 going to be worth it?}