i won't leave

Luke sat silently with his head in his hands, recently bleached blonde curls obstructing his view as he tried his hardest to take in what the Doctor had told him without getting dizzy, struggling to keep himself calm with the grief that threatened to take over him completely. Haze was pregnant, and she couldn't remember his name - she could barely remember her own name, all thanks to some selfish fool who'd decided to drive while five times over the drinking limit. But still, his mind began to battle with itself, wondering if Haze had known about the baby she was carrying this whole time. "Think I'm gonna be sick..." Luke mumbled, lifting his head finally. The faint smell of cigarettes lingered in the relatives room and it did nothing but cause his stomach to turn more. Watching as the Doctor left with a murmur of words of sympathy, Luke took a deep breath, sitting upright once more. The woman he wanted to marry, who he wanted to share his whole life and his last name with didn't recognise him anymore; and they were uncertain if the damage was temporary or not - Luke could only hope. Standing to his feet, Luke felt the familiar burn of tears, and he sat down once more, trying to push himself because damn it, Haze needed him. Standing to his feet once more, Luke exhaled, leaving the family room to head to Haze's cubicle, gently knocking. "Haze?"

Molly hesitated for a long moment as Calum brought the car to a halt outside a building that almost seemed too casual for a counselling office. They'd both decided that this was what they needed, they'd agreed over breakfast a week prior that therapy was needed for their crumbling relationship, and yet, Molly found herself having second thoughts. She wanted to be with Calum, of course she did, she loved him beyond anything she could understand; but her anxiety was almost too much. Shifting in her seat, Molly glanced to Calum for a moment, wondering if he felt the way she did. Gently placing her hand across her stomach, something that now become a habit that she was determined to let go of, Molly felt tears threatening to fall, because all of this had started when she'd miscarried the baby she and Calum were so excited to welcome into the world. It wasn't meant to be, and the blame didn't rest upon anyone's shoulders, but Molly's guilt and Calum's grief had pushed them apart to the point where they had become strangers that shared a bed. Shaking her head with her thoughts, Molly pushed open the car door. "C'mon, you."

Ashton smirked as he knocked on Everly's door, carrying a bag containing a wide variety of movies, popcorn of each flavour and chocolate - because Everly had once said that chocolate was the way to her heart, and damn it, Ashton remembered and was determined to use any weakness he could find against her. They had some sort of wager between them - the first one to crack under the sexual tension that clearly hung in the air whenever the two were together, tension that they were aware of and determined to use against the other, was the loser. And Ashton refused to be a loser, especially in the eyes of Everly. Sleeping with her was a dream, of course it was, but Everly was Ashton's best friend, and he loved her in ways that he couldn't quite admit out loud. Trying to push the thoughts away before Everly opened the door, Ashton occupied his mind instead with how he planned to win tonight: chocolate, a movie, and cuddling. She was bound to turn to putty right within his grasp, and he would be the winner - winning bragging rights and, hopefully, her heart. "C'mon, Ever!" Ashton laughed as he finally heard footsteps approaching on the other side. "This bag is heavy!" With his free hand, Ashton ensured that his phone was on do not disturb, before slipping it into the pocket of his jacket.

Rosie watched the bride and groom take their first dance as a married couple with nothing but adoration, happy that her best friend had gotten the man of her dreams. The day had been fit for a fairytale, and Rosie almost wished that it was her in that white dress, marrying the man of her dreams, too. Sighing happily, Rosie tucked a stray strand of dark hair, fallen from her elegant updo, behind her ear, before smoothing out the blush coloured skirt she wore, wondering when she would meet the man of her own dreams. Rosie had always known that out of the both of them, it would be Georgia who married first - the two friends were the complete opposite of each other, and out of the both of them, Georgia was flirtatious and talkative, where Rosie was shy and sweet, and when Georgia had met Jamie, Rosie knew he was Georgia's future husband - and she was happy for her friend, truly, but Rosie wished she would meet her Prince Charming. Standing to her feet, Rosie blinked in surprise as she bumped into someone. "Oops," Rosie blushed. "I'm so sorry."

Harry's marriage was nothing but loveless and boring, and even though he yearned for more, he knew he couldn't escape, because Elle was pregnant. Harry wasn't sure if the baby was even his, but he had more heart than to just leave the poor woman, hormonal and vulnerable. Still, Harry's way of coping was escaping to the nearest bar to order as many rum and cokes as he could handle without tripping his own feet, especially because Elle hated the smell of rum on his breath and didn't demand kisses when he got home, and instead ordered him to sleep in the spare room to protect herself from nausea - something Harry vowed he would never complain about, because he would rather waking up to an empty bed than next to Elle. Shaking the thought from his mind as he pushed the door open, Harry's eyes landed on an empty stool at the bar and decided that that stool in particular was where he would perch for the evening. "Rum and coke please, Jim!" Harry called as he caught sight of the usual bartender, shrugging off his jacket as he made his way over. "Usual tab, my friend." His father owned the bar anyway, it wasn't as though he would get in trouble if he didn't pay the tab. His family were wealthy enough to cover anything that Harry could ever want in life. Settling into the stool, Harry exhaled, running a hand through unruly brunette curls, glad to be out of the house that anyone would give a fortune to live in, carefree. The house Harry would give up in a heartbeat.

Sasha rested her hand upon her swollen belly as she gathered the rest of Louis' things. He'd texted her the evening before, announcing that he was home from tour and he would pop over the next afternoon to grab some things he'd left behind. Sasha wanted the interaction to be as smooth as possible, planning to leave the bag on the doorstep so they wouldn't have to meet each other again. It wasn't that the relationship had gone sour, in fact, she didn't want to see Louis' face out of fear of seeing the hurt that lay behind his baby blue eyes, the same hurt she'd seen on the day she told him that she just couldn't do this anymore. It wasn't long after that Sasha found out she was pregnant, and telling Louis just wasn't an option. Not yet. And she knew that if Louis saw her, he would see her bump, and questions would arise and she would have to tell him the truth - perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad thing? Exhaling with the thought, Sasha sat on the edge of the bed, biting her lip as she wondered if Louis still loved her, if he'd ever want to rekindle the most amazing thing they had. He already had a child - the beautiful Freddie - what harm would another be?

Tyler pressed the button to the elevator that led up to the floor that Elara and her boyfriend lived on. The apartment complex was huge, and although Tyler considered himself fit, there was no way he'd be taking the stairs. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Tyler stepped into the elevator before his thoughts drifted to Elara, a smile etching onto his features with just the vision of the beautiful face he'd come to know over the years, the beautiful face he'd come to love - the beautiful face he was certain held a few healing bruises beneath the makeup Elara wore to try to hide the black and blue marks, and beautiful face that appeared swollen at the eye socket or the cheek every so often, and Tyler was certain that Elara wasn't clumsy; he'd known her since they were children, and he was certain he knew her like the back of his hand, because she was his favourite person. But damn it, he couldn't tell her, no matter how much he wanted to, because she was with an idiot - the same idiot was the one who caused the bruises, and the swelling, and Tyler wanted nothing more than to throttle the bastard, but of course, he couldn't prove his suspicions. As the elevator dinged to signal that Tyler was on his desired floor, he stepped out, exhaling heavily. Finding Elara and Ethan's apartment, Tyler knocked on the door, brows furrowing in confusion as no one answered. "Elara?" Tyler called, trying the handle of the door, surprised to find it was unlocked. Pushing the door open, Tyler stepped inside to the sound of Elara's sobbing, his heart thumping in his chest. "Elara!"

Tilly watched as Dylan pressed the buttons of the X Box controller with a little more force that was necessary, and she just couldn't ignore the healing black eye he sported for much longer. She'd been polite, pretended as if she hadn't seen it when he'd stepped through the threshold of her apartment, and yet, Tilly couldn't be polite for much longer. Dylan was her best friend, and she loved him - in a way that was far more acceptable for a best friend. Pursing her lips as she took a seat on the floor by his feet, Tilly stared at the television as Dylan's character savagely killed another. Resting her cheek on Dylan's thigh, Tilly exhaled, closing her eyes. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Tilly asked, knowing that Dylan could hear her over the low volume of the television. "I can't pretend I don't see this anymore, Dyl." Tilly bit her lip nervously, afraid that she would trigger off Dylan in anyway. She wanted to give him a safe space away from that witch of a girl - Clara. The Clara that Dylan once said he wanted to marry, the Clara that Tilly found herself becoming so jealous of, because Clara had the one thing she wanted most: Dylan. "The black eye..."

Daniel didn't really appreciate the party scene as much as some of his friends did, and although sometimes he was taunted whenever he pulled a face of disgust after a shot of vodka, or he was laughed at whenever he rejected a hit of a blunt, he found that the pressure didn't get to him as much as it got to some others - thankfully. His best friend however, Oliver, was someone who found solace in the party scene, but Daniel had noticed recently that Oliver had been trying to drag his sister, Amalie, into his mess. Daniel had known Amalie since the beauty was a teenager, and Daniel seemed to know her more than Oliver did - although admittedly, Daniel would do anything to get to know her on a much intimate level, get to know her in a way that no one else did. Daniel wanted to be lucky enough to experience her for everything she was; beautiful. He could never express his thoughts to Oliver, but damn it, he swore that one day he'd be brave enough to make some sort of move - and he wouldn't need alcohol for his courage. Sipping politely on a weak vodka and coke, Daniel almost choked on his sip as he was slapped on the back, hard, by a voice he could recognise easily. "Hi Ol," Daniel greeted with amusement. "I'm surprised you're not drunk yet, have you only just arrived?" Turning to face his friend, Daniel tried not to let the fact that Amalie was right there get to him. "Hi Amalie."

Poppy had heard the Doctors talk of the crash, but she couldn't remember it happening. The bruises and scratches that scattered across her body like constellations were enough evidance that she had certainly been through some physical trauma, but she couldn't remember the pain. She supposed that was a blessing. Poppy had heard the Doctors talking about contacting her fiance - another thing Poppy couldn't remember. There was a beautiful ring on her wedding finger, and yet, she couldn't remember anyone (she couldn't remember anything, really), who she'd agreed to marry. Poppy had heard the Doctors talk of the baby, but she was completely lost on the subject, because she didn't know a baby, she didn't know anything, and the frustration that grew within her was enough to cause her to grip to the hospital blanket and allow her tears to fall freely, because she was afraid of what all of this was, and what would happen, and nobody seemed to listen or care.

When Haze had woken up, she had no memory of what had happened, or even… Anything, really. The first thing the doctors had told her was that the baby was fine and she’d asked “What baby?” At first, the doctors had just thought that maybe she hadn’t known she was pregnant - they hadn’t been sure because most of her body had bruises, cuts, scrapes, and scratches except for her stomach, which had led them to believe that she had known and that she’d been determined to protect the baby during the accident. But, the more they spoke to her, the more they realized that it was more than that - they’d mentioned that her boyfriend was on his way and she didn’t know who they were talking about. She only knew her own name because the doctors had addressed her by it. And, the more they spoke, the more distressed she became, the more she couldn’t answer certain questions, the more she realized she didn’t know any of the answers. The doctors had realized, then, that she had amnesia, but there weren’t many tests they could do that wouldn’t harm the baby, but they’d run the tests they could before leaving her alone. All she felt was a sudden grief - how many memories had she lost? She couldn’t remember anybody or anything specific, she’d lost it all. And, God, she felt so alone. The shock and grief washed over her in waves, causing her to burst into tears, enough so that she’d cried herself to sleep - and she didn’t know how long she slept for before she heard a voice calling her name, causing her to stir. Her brows furrowed as she opened her eyes, though she looked towards the source of the voice with confusion as she shifted to sit up. “Who are you?” she asked quietly as she watched him, “You don’t look like a doctor or nurse…”

Calum knew that both he and Molly had been going through an awful time lately. They’d both been… So happy, so excited about her pregnancy. And, when they’d lost the baby, it’d broken them both and put such a horrible strain on their relationship, making it feel like they were nothing but strangers. He hated it, he hated not being able to comfort the woman he loved so, so much; he hated that they’d pulled away from each other so much - so, when the option to go to couple’s therapy came up, Calum thought it would be a good idea, he hoped it would be a good idea, that it would be the thing that helped them work through their pain and grief and bring them back together. As they parked, he looked over at Molly, taking her in, though his heart ached when he saw her hand on her stomach. Reaching over, he took her hand in his giving it a squeeze, hoping that he could comfort her in some way, because she didn’t deserve to be in so much pain. “Yeah, let’s go,” he murmured with a small nod as he watched her, giving her hand another squeeze before he climbed out of the car and went to her side, offering his hand out to help her out. “We can get through this. I know we can.”

Everly couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on her features when she heard the knock, accompanied by Ashton’s voice. She eyed herself in her mirror, fingers toying with her hair. The moment Ashton had called to tell her he was coming over, she’d started getting ready, preparing herself for another attempt to push Ashton to his limits. Standing, she straightened out her silk and lace nightgown, a daring choice, but one she was certain would pay off. It was short enough that it showed off her legs, but also so that if she sat just right, it would ride up and expose more, and the lacy neckline left little to the imagination. Pleased with her appearance, she made her way to the door to open it, offering an amused look to Ashton as she watched him. “Well, it’s not my fault that you brought along a huge bag of stuff,” she said easily as she took him in before she motioned, moving out of the way, “Come on in. What all did you bring, anyway?” Turning, she walked further into her home, and she felt the familiar nervousness building up within her, because she always tried so hard not to be the one to break first no matter how much she wanted to - and excitement, because she was so, so sure that the game would come to a head this time. It had to, because she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

Michael had watched the wedding as Jamie as the best man, happy to see his friend so happy. But, as he watched his friend, how happy he seemed, he found himself yearning for something like that - for happiness, for a woman to love him as much as he loved her, for a beautiful, happy day like this. And he knew it was a lot to wish for, a lot to ask for, a lot to want, and that many people never got to have anything even remotely close to any of it, but he still wished for it, he still asked for it, because maybe, just maybe, he’d be one of the people who got to have something like that. But, for now, there was nothing he could do about it except to watch his friend as the man enjoyed a day dedicated wholly to him and his new wife. He smiled to himself, happy to see it, happy to be a part of it all, certain his friend would never forget this day. He’d turned to return to his table before feeling somebody bump into him and he quickly reached out to steady the person he’d bumped into, only to be surprised by the beautiful woman, but he shook his head. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing to apologize for, really,” he assured, offering a smile, “Are you okay?”

Kyrie was dressed to the nines and she was on a mission - as she usually was. She made a living by seducing rich men and stealing from them or blackmailing them. The best targets were usually married men, they tended to not want to cause trouble because they didn’t want their wives to find out. As she entered a new bar - she never went to the same bar twice after finishing a job, - she peered around, looking for anybody to try her luck with. She caught sight of a man at the bar, alone, but the light of the bar reflected off a gold ring on his wedding finger and she smirked, deciding her target easily: him. Making her way over, she arched a brow. “Is that seat taken or are you drinking alone?” she asked with curiosity, motioning to the stool by him, though upon closer inspection, she couldn’t help but admire him, finding him more attractive than her usual targets. “Unless you’re not interested in company at all? I could just go somewhere else, I don’t mind, I wouldn’t want to impose on you in any way.”

Louis had been torn apart when Sasha had ended things between them, but he’d understood why she’d chosen to end it all. He hadn’t been able to spend as much time with her in the past as he would have wanted to, and he knew that had affected her and pushed them apart in so many ways, but it couldn’t be helped; he’d been so busy with other things, and he hated it, he hated that he’d made Sasha feel like she wasn’t one of the most important things in his life, because she was. When he’d left for tour, though, he’d left his things at home, with Sasha, and now that he was back, he had to face her again to get it all back. A huge part of him was eager to see her again, wanting to win her back. But the other part dreaded it, dreaded the heartbreak he was sure he would feel the moment his eyes settled on her. It couldn’t be helped, though; he needed his things - even if he was sure most of it could be replaced, so okay maybe it was just an excuse, but he could never bring himself to admit that aloud. He just let himself believe that this was necessary, even if the only actually necessary thing was to see her. As he got to the door, he breathed out and lifted his hand to knock.

Elara honestly felt like her life had turned to hell. The first few months she’d been with Ethan had been good, happy. It was only after they’d moved in together that Ethan’s kindness all but vanished, replaced with cruelty and constant attacks, too many fights to count, fights that came with bruises and busted lips or cheeks, swollen eyes, even a broken bone here and there. The only solace she ever felt was when Ethan was gone, when she got to spend time with her best friend, Tyler. But she hid all of her pain from Tyler, all of the violence, wanting to keep it a secret, not wanting to pull Tyler into her drama, into her mess. She’d known that Tyler was coming over today, but Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home - he’d come back early and that meant that they were alone. At least if he’d come back after Tyler got there, he’d be compelled to behave. But, with them being alone before Tyler’s arrival, it’d given Ethan the chance to get angry that food wasn’t ready when he’d gotten home and it had resulted in Ethan backhanded her, hard enough to make her fall to the floor, and the pain forced out a choked sob. This had only angered Ethan more and he threw mugs and glasses towards her, causing her to lift her hands and arms to block it. “Stop!” she begged, not hearing Tyler’s voice outside the door.

Dylan had gotten used to the abuse he received from Clara, and he knew there wasn’t much he could do about it. He knew he should have left her the first time she hit him, but she’d been immediately remorseful and had done her best to be caring - at least, that’s what Dylan had thought. But, the more it happened, the more he realized that forgiving her that first time made her believe that she could just keep doing it and offering empty apologies to make him stay, and it seemed like she pushed everything a little further each time. And, yet, Dylan still couldn’t bring himself to leave. But, coming here, to Tilly’s, helped him to get away from all of that and to pretend that things were normal, at least for a little while, until he inevitably had to return home, to Clara, to the abuse. When he heard Tilly, though, he blinked, looking over at her, his brows furrowed. “What?” he asked, watching her, pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. “What are you talking about?” He arched a brow, making a face when she mentioned the bruise. “I get into fights, Tilly, it’s no big deal.”

Amalie looked around as she followed her brother, and she offered a weak smile to one of her friends, who pushed a glass into her hand while dancing by her and calling, “Drink up!” Her hands curled around the glass as she looked to Oliver, who grinned and nudged her while grabbing a drink of his own. “We’ll drink together,” he assured as he drank his glass and, Amalie, feeling like she had to at this point, since her friends and brother wanted her to, went ahead to drink, too, finishing the glass after a bit. By then, Oliver had noticed Daniel and he made his way over, grabbing both himself and Amalie another drink on the way. Oliver laughed at Daniel’s words and grinned. “Yeah, we just got here,” he confirmed, “Bored without me?” Amalie looked up when she heard Daniel’s voice, though she felt her heart swelling at the sight of him. Something about Daniel always seemed to put her at ease and make her feel comforted and, in this moment, she was beyond grateful for his presence, grateful that he was there. “Hi, Daniel,” she greeted quietly.

Tyler hadn’t expected the call he’d gotten, he hadn’t expected all the panic he felt, and he hadn’t expected to speed all the way to the hospital, desperate to see Poppy, desperate to know that she was okay. When he’d asked for her at the nurse’s station, though, the nurse had told him that a doctor needed to speak to him first. This news had only caused him to panic more - had Poppy taken a turn for the worst in the minutes it had taken him to get to the hospital? His heart sank with the thought, his blood pumping so fast that he could hear his pulse in his ears. When the doctor came out, though, he assured Tyler that both Poppy and their baby were fine, but that Poppy was suffering from amnesia. Tyler had barely processed most of what the doctor had said, his focus being on the word baby. Poppy was pregnant, and Tyler hadn’t known. Why hadn’t he known? The knew had shocked him, so much so that he was still standing there for several moments after the doctor left before the world came back into focus, reminding him that Poppy needed him, and he quickly made his way to her room, knocking on the door as he entered. “Poppy?” he called as he watched her, “Are you, uh… How are you feeling?”

Luke could feel his heart ache with sadness as Haze asked who he was, and he was mindful to move slowly so he wouldn't startle her as he turned to close the door of her cubicle, as quietly as he could. The fact that Haze couldn't remember him - couldn't remember anything - just felt so unfair, and Luke wished that there was a deity he could curse to hell and back for doing this to her, to them, to their unborn baby that Luke had only just found out about but had already fallen head over heels in love with, because in a hopeless situation, that baby was a piece of hope for them both to hold onto. Turning back to face Haze, the woman he loved with every tiny atom within him, Luke offered her a gentle smile, pulling the chair, provided for visitors, to the side of the bed that looked far more uncomfortable than Haze deserved. "I'm not a Doctor or a nurse," Luke confirmed with amusement, leaning forward a little as he studied her for any injuries that someone might of missed. "I'm Luke," Luke cleared his throat as he felt a lump in the back of his throat that meant that tears were soon to fall. "Your boyfriend. I think they told you I was on my way?" Luke's eyes met Haze's then, and he felt his resolve crack a little more, but damn it, he would hold it together until his fingers bled, because Haze was worth every moment of hurt. "How're you feeling?" Luke asked then, wanting so desperately to hold her, to tell her that everything would be okay. "At least..." Luke took a deep breath then. "At least the baby's okay, huh?" Luke offered another smile. "God, Haze, I'm so sorry it took me a while to get here, but I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere, okay?" Luke wished he could take her hand within his own, but then he thought of how terrifying everything must of been from her point of view. "Do you need water, or anything at all?"

Molly had tried not to react to Calum as he took her hand, because she was unsure if her reaction would be a good one, or a bad one. The warmth of Calum's skin felt like home, but Molly felt as though she'd let him down - she couldn't even keep their baby alive, and the guilt was getting heavy. Molly's eyes closed as she felt Calum gently squeeze her hand, and trying to push back her anxiety, Molly turned to get out of the car, hoping that this would work, hoping that they could go back to how they were before. As Calum jogged over to her side, Molly gently accepted his hand, offering his hand a gentle squeeze in return, grateful to how Calum always brought her comfort, even when they were stuck between a rock and a hard place. "At least we're hopeful," Molly pointed out gently, peering up at her brown eyed boy with adoration. Everyone that had come across them had told them they made a beautiful couple, and Molly knew they did. Calum had been her one since they were seventeen, and their love was real - Molly knew that with effort, they would overcome this together. "And at least we're doing something to fix all of this," Molly pointed out as she walked in a comfortable stride at Calum's side. "I can't fall at the last hurdle, Cal. And you know I won't let you, either." Turning to look at Calum as they came to the front door, Molly knocked the door politely. "You ready for this?"

Ashton was certain that he would win tonight, but all of his confidence seeped away as Everly opened the door in an set that made Ashton want to disregard the bag, take her into his arms instead and make her feel so good that the whole apartment complex knew his name. Biting his lip to suppress the groan that built up at the back of his throat, Ashton took a long moment to collect his thoughts, to pretend that she didn't bother him like this - Ashton was certain it was the biggest lie he'd ever told himself. Swallowing thickly, Ashton stepped over the threshold as Everly walked away to allow him inside, hazel eyes trailing down her perfect figure to the point where he was certain that he might actually lose this little game of theirs, after all. He had to focus. Placing the bag on the coffee table, Ashton shrugged off his jacket, pretending that there was nothing affecting him. He would win, even if he had to ignore the most beautiful thing to exist. "I got movies," Ashton grinned then, looking to Everly, showing off his dimpled grin. "Some popcorn, and chocolate." Ashton tried to blink away the few ways they could have fun with the chocolate, and he bit his lip once more. This whole game was torture, but Ashton was stubborn - but so was Everly. "I figured that we could wind down, it's been a busy time for us recently, huh?" Ashton walked to his best friend, and he stopped himself as he instinctively reached out to hold her, something that was usually so innocent between them suddenly filled with lust. But he wouldn't lose, not tonight at least. The game was a difficult one to play, and Ashton was unsure how long he could last, but one thing was certain: he would last longer than Everly. Tugging off his shirt, Ashton picked up the bag once more. "Do you prefer the lounge, or your room?" He winked.

Rosie blinked in surprise as the man she'd bumped into asked if she was okay, and she recognised him instantaneously as Jamie's best man, Michael. Georgia had told Rosie so much about the man that Rosie was almost certain she knew him personally, but quickly, had to remind herself that she didn't, and couldn't treat him as such. "I think the appropriate question is are you okay?" Rosie teased gently. "I'm the one that bumped into you." Although she was grateful for his concern, because that meant she had his attention. He was handsome, far from what she'd imagined he'd be like, blonde hair neatened down and black tie perfect around his neck, contrast against his pale skin, and Rosie was certain that he had been made for her - such a strange thought for a man she'd just met. "This sounds absolutely crazy," Rosie laughed as the lights changed colour and speed around them. "Do you... I dunno, do you wanna dance with me, maybe?" And usually, Rosie wouldn't be so bold, but there was something about Michael that made Rosie want to dance. "I'm Rosie, by the way. A school friend of Georgia's." She introduced happily, having to lift her voice to be heard over the music, the skirt of her dress swirling around her as she moved.

Harry lifted his glass in thanks as Jim handed him his tempting rum and coke, and Harry was quick to drown his sorrows in a deep, satisfying gulp of the drink, making a noise of happiness as he licked over his lips, placing the glass down carefully to not damage it in any way - Jim used his personal collection, and Harry didn't want to ruin it in any way. Hearing a voice from beside him, Harry turned his head and offered the girl a sweet smile, clearly not actively flirting - Harry was far more loyal than Elle, but clearly curious about the voice that was far more than enticing. "I'm drinking alone," Harry's dimples deepened as his grin broadened. "You're welcome to join me, if you want. What do you drink? My treat." And although Harry wouldn't usually give into temptation, this girl was easy to give in to, whether or not she knew it was a mystery. "I'm Harry, by the way." Harry introduced, pushing the fact that he had a wife back home that was carrying a baby that wasn't his to the back of his mind, because at that moment, all he wanted to care about, all he wanted to focus on, was the girl beside him with the most kissable lips he'd ever seen. Taking another sip of his rum and coke, Harry caught Jim's attention once more. "Jim, whatever this young lady is drinking tonight is my treat," Harry offered his friend a grin then. "No questions asked." Turning to face Kyrie then, Harry studied the girl. "May I ask your name?" And although his instincts told him that what he was doing was wrong - he was married, for goodness sake! - he couldn't help himself. She was simply enchanting, and Harry was happy to follow her lead under her spell.

Sasha paused as she heard a knock, and mentally, she cursed herself for not being fast enough at packing the rest of Louis' things, having been too lost in her thoughts. "Uh - coming!" Sasha called, carelessly stuffing the rest of Louis' things into the bag she'd prepared, before tying a knot into the black bag, apologising mentally to the man who waited outside for how she was treating his things; for how she'd treated him. Standing to her feet, Sasha felt a wave of morning sickness, and took a moment to steady herself, cradling her barely there bump. Picking up the bag, Sasha headed to the front door to ensure that Louis didn't become suspicious and barge in like he would sometimes, not wanting Louis to find out for himself that he was to be a father from the second time. Opening the front door by a small amount, Sasha offered a small smile to her ex. "Hey Lou, how was tour?" She asked, hiding behind the door as she placed the bag at his feet, and for a moment, she wondered if she was being too suspicious. "Here's the rest of your things," Sasha went to shut the door then, not wanting to stand there any longer, getting dizzier by the moment and just wanting to spend the day with her thoughts.

Tyler paused as he heard Elara's voice, fearful and desperate, and Tyler felt adrenaline rush through his veins as he moved quickly, following the sound of Elara's fear and the sound of china breaking. Pushing open the door to the kitchen, Tyler saw Elara on the ground, cheeks bruised and stained with tears, pieces of broken dish rained around her, almost like a sickening portrait. His hurt was quickly overrun by anger, and Tyler, using his adrenaline as a weapon against Ethan, quickly grabbed the man by the front of his shirt. "You think it's funny to hurt a woman?" Tyler snarled, almost not recognising the sound of his own voice. "You sick bastard," and with no trouble at all, Tyler dragged Ethan to the front door, despite the other man's attempts to pull away - mentally thanking God for the training he did with Teen Wolf, Tyler threw Ethan out of the door with ease. "If I ever see you around her again, I'll kill you, do you hear me? I'll throw you down that fucking elevator shaft!" And slamming the door, locking it quickly for good measure, Tyler took a moment to calm himself before returning to Elara. Sitting beside Elara wordlessly, Tyler did nothing but gently tug his best friend to the warmth of his chest, burying his face into her hair. "You're staying with me from now on." Tyler murmured gently, squeezing around Elara with the hope that he wasn't hurting her by revisiting old bruises caused by that monster. "Why didn't you tell me, El?" Tyler asked quietly, his own eyes filling with tears.

Tilly arched an eyebrow with Dylan's excuse, half amused and half upset by the fact that he felt like he needed to lie to her. "Dylan, please." Tilly murmured softly, shifting so she sat on the bed beside him, taking the controller from his hands and pausing the game so he would actually listen to her words. "You're a puppy. Who do you have to fight?" Tilly studied Dylan for a long moment, noticing how tired he looked - skin dulled down and a dim constellation of bruises littering his shoulder. "What does she do to you?" Tilly asked softly, placing her hand gently upon Dylan's thigh. Dylan had been Tilly's best friend for as long as she could remember, and she had always leaned on him during the bad times, celebrated with him during the good times, and she wanted him to know that he could do the same with her - and if Clara was hitting Dylan, he needed to tell someone, even if that someone was only herself. "Please don't shut me out, Dylan." Tilly lifted her hand to cup his cheek, gently tracing the bruise with her thumb. "It is a big deal if she's hurting you." At least Tilly now had a valid reason to dislike her.

Daniel jokingly rolled his eyes with Oliver's words. "I was just dying of boredom." He returned sarcastically, all in good nature. "Besides, I'm all set for the night." Daniel proudly held up his can of Red Bull, wanting to subtly show Amalie that there was no shame in staying sober by choice. Throwing an arm around Amalie, Daniel pulled the girl closer, pressing a kiss to the side of her head to whisper to her without Oliver hearing. "Do you want a Coke, Ams?" Pulling away from her then, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Daniel studied the large glass of whatever it was that Oliver held in his hand, and he hoped that Amalie wouldn't be drinking that. "I gotta leave in like, an hour, anyway," Daniel had to raise his voice to be heard over the music, but he didn't mind. It was nothing new to him, and he was certain that Oliver never paid full attention to him anyway, always focused on booze and girls that showed an interest in him. "So if any of you need a ride home, let me know." He looked to Amalie as he spoke, hoping that she understood his hint that if she was uncomfortable, he would get her out of there as soon as she said the word. Noticing that Oliver had already pulled away, Daniel jokingly rolled his eyes. "I swear, that boy has tunnel vision." Daniel murmured with amusement.

Poppy lifted her head as she heard a knock at the door and a sweet voice call for her attention, and she paused as she saw a stranger stood at the threshold, dark and handsome but unfamiliar. "I - I'm scared, I guess." Poppy frowned then, studying him carefully, hoping that if she looked hard enough, some recognition would come to her, a hint to who he was and what role he played in her life. "I'm so sorry, I don't know who you are." Poppy murmured, almost ashamed that she couldn't remember such a sweet face, but the sound of his voice was enough to bring some sort of comfort to her.