#sangroblue

               The rain soaked the male as each drop hit him. Yet again did he fall for another one of the Club’s old tricks where his boys, Gallows and Anderson, said they’d get the car and yet... They might’ve but the sure as hell didn’t get the Phenomenal One. It always happened to him since they knew not only was he the soft one of the group despite what you saw on the television, but he might’ve had just one too many drinks. From the corner of his eye did he spot another walking to him, a co-worker who worked as a producer and before he could realize what had happened, he felt lips against his own. This slight taste of alcohol once again filled his taste buds because of the kiss. And it ended just as quick as it started, giving Styles barely enough time to respond in any way. “The heck was that for?” He asked, not that the male was going to complain. Had it been a random, well, of course the story would’ve been a different one.