Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch

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22. Drinking, Drunk and Drunkerer

"Tomm-eee!" I giggled, kissing the tattoo artist on the cheek. My breath reeked of alcohol and my head was swimming with loose thoughts and fuzzy images. Yep, I was drunk. Drunkerer. Whatever it's called.

"Hey, Ruby baby. You're pissed again? Want another tat'?"

I grinned and nodded, sitting down on the squishy black leather chair.

"What do you want and where do you want it?" he began cleaning his needles and selecting his ink, pulling on white latex gloves.

I hiccupped and blinked a few times before resting my arm on the armrest, wrist facing upwards.

"Here?" Tommy pointed to the web of veins where my wrist was. I nodded, closing my eyes. Getting a tattoo was pretty relaxing - when you were pissed out your head.

"Alright. Deep breaths, honey."

Tommy was pretty hot with coloured tattoo sleeves, a rose on the side of his neck, 'TRUE' and 'LOVE' on his knuckles and a bunch on his chest and back. Cool ones, not alcohol-induced pieces of shit. Tommy was a professional at tattooing, and one of my best friends, which came in handy. He knew not to give me crazy or massive tattoos when I was drunk because he was a decent guy.

"What do you want?"

I thought about it, before an image popped into my head. Harry tied up, the rope around his wrists. Goddess, it hurt to remember.

"I want a rope. Around my wrist. I want it snapped where my veins are." I yawned, suddenly tired instead of hyper. I adjusted myself so that it was easier to design the tattoo, and he set to work, pricks of pain and agony spiking my skin as he inked my skin.

The small talk we made during the process was enough to distract me, and I lay down, almost falling asleep.

"Tommy?"

"Uh huh?"

"I want sleeves."

A sleeve (in tattoo-speak) is when your whole arm is designed with tattoos, linking to one another; almost like a collage of beautiful images. I might just get one, being the drunken idiot I am.

 

About an hour later - and a lot of pain - Tommy had finished, bandaged me up, made me a coffee and sent rang me a taxi.

"Thanks." I hugged him, my cheek pressed against his strong, warm chest. I felt calm and more relaxed then I had in a long while. Tommy was a chilled, laid-back kind of guy. One of my best friends. When I hugged him, I felt the same way I did when I hugged Kayleb. But with Harry. . .

"No more remembering for you, honey."

Tommy kissed me on the forehead and led me outside, hanging his black leather jacket over my shoulders before ushering me outside and into the backseat of the taxi.

"Where to?" the driver asked, smoothing out his bristly moustache.

"Pepperberry Street." I muttered, closing my eyes. The car smelt like smoke and cheap perfume from the previous passenger.

The ride was long and silent, the night stretching out in front of me, an endless sea of exhaustion. Poetic? Most definitely.

 

After fifteen minutes of rambling on to myself about nothing in particular, the taxi driver pulled up outside my house, I wiped his memory of me ever being in his car, then unlocked my front door and stepped into the hallway.

"Rubes." Kayleb grinned, pulling me into a hug. Goddess, two in one night. Thanks a lot.

"Hey, K. I'm a bit drunkery right now so I'm going beddy-byes. Goodnight!"

He was having none of it, pulling me into the living room and sitting me on the couch.

"We're sitting down and- what the hell is that on your wrist? Did you break it? Get into a fist fight?" He grabbed at my wrist and I winced, biting down on my lower lip. He suddenly realised what it was, and let go, grimacing.

"Again? Oh Ruby, come here." Kayleb pulled me to him, snuggling up on my worn out sofa with the soft cotton throw-over.

He wrapped it around us both and I closed my eyes.

"Can you sleep here tonight?" I  whispered, my voice sounding sickeningly vulnerable.

Kayleb shifted underneath me so we were both comfortable, his arms encasing me in a gentle hold.

"Sure." he whispered in reply, kissing my hair. And just for a second, I wonder if this was how things would've been if I hadn't of met Harry. Maybe me and Kayleb would have a future? Maybe Red would've continued life without me. Who knew? 'What if' wasn't something I could afford to think about right now.

"Goodnight, my little she-devil." His chuckle rumbled in his chest and I yawned.

"Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

I drifted into a dream of Harry, reliving the tortured night, watching Harry so close to death. The empty, hollowness of my former self when I became a shell of who I really was. The pain, the anguish, the torture.

I woke up screaming, my head throbbing and startling Kayleb so he nearly leapt out of his skin.

"Jeez, Ruby! What's wrong?!" He immediately pulled me closer, and I cried into his chest. Ugly, choking sobs and all this snot on his shirt. Nice, Ruby.  My face was beyond the red-and-puffy stage. I cried and wept and wailed until my throat was sore.

All the time, Kayleb was rocking me back and forth slowly, attempting to calm me down. He shushed me and rocked me and told me everything was going to be okay.

But I knew, that without Harry, nothing would ever be okay again.

 

 

 

Harry's P.O.V:

I saw her everywhere. Every face that I passed by, was the mirror image of her. Her smell of spice and sweetness, the stain of her lipstick on my skin. Everything. And yet, over everything, I wanted my memories back. The boys went off and did their own thing, attending every available concert they could to distract them from the drama of it all.

I sat in the room, strumming chords on Niall's guitar and stringing song lyrics together.

I had hoped, I had prayed, that I'd see you some day. Watching as the tears start to roll down your face.

Guilt swamped me. I had snapped at her to leave, watching with angry eyes and she cried. Had I made her that way? What had I done to make her a broken person? An empty shell?

Whatever I'd done, I had no right to do what I did. Spit out the venomous words that would wreck whatever chances we had.

I hold on to the hope that you'll come back someday, keeping the memories, knowing you're okay.

Maybe she would be okay, when all this was over. Maybe I would be, too. But right now, every scene of our time together was a broken shard of glass, waiting to be pieced with the others to create a whole again.

The front door slammed and the rustle of plastic bags, accompanied by all the boys shouts, echoed through the house. We hadn't bothered staying in the pool house, so we came back to London and stayed in our small, homey house.

"Hazza! We brought back food!" Niall grinned. How could that guy be so happy, especially when he seemed to have formed such an attachment to Ruby.

"Yeah, Niall here managed to squeeze another fifteen quid from our budget to spend on absolute shit." Liam smiled warmly, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm off to go see Red. Briella is taking her out to go on a fancy River Cruise over the Thames. Kammy's going too." Louis set the shopping bags down and I put the guitar back on the kitchen table.

"Have you been in contact with Her?" I hate the way they referred to Ruby as if she were Lord Voldemort, a person who should never be said by their real name.

"No. None at all. And I feel so bloody guilty." I hissed, clenching my jaw.

Zayn patted my back sympathetically.

I shrugged him off and hopped down from the table, marching through the hallway and living room, out the front door and into our shared car.

"Where are you going? We have food to eat, dumbass!" Niall yelled from the open door. I rolled down the car window and spoke into the breeze.

"I'm going to get my memory - and Ruby -  back."

Then I turned the keys in the ignition and sped off down the road, the engine smoke billowing behind me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A.N: Hey my little clovers. Hope you enjoyed this chapter :) I'll update again tomorrow, hopefully something a little more exciting as this was a tiny bit shit in my opinion (excuse my French). Feel free to comment below, like and favourite and maybe become a fan if you're feeling generous. Much love, Patch xoxo. <3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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