*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT*
THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2.
Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo.
"Something can be both delicate and violent"
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Harry lowe...
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Warning: use of derogatory slurs. Feel free to verbally slaughter the character that uses it.
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Harry doesn't look impressed.
When we step inside the bar, It didn't take long to spot Harry and Jimmy sat at a table in the corner; he's sat glaring with his temple rested against his fist while Jimmy's back is facing us.
Jimmy's arms are waving around in his suit jacket, as if he's in the middle of ranting and Harry's jaw is ticking as he shoots daggers at him with his eyes.
Well at least he hasn't shot him, yet.
I'm a lot more comfortable in the places these guys frequent these days, even though most of them are sinister and in the bad parts of town.
I never would have step foot in a bar like this before I knew Harry, it's a miracle Sophie even managed to drag me to Placebo all those years ago.
This place has stayed the same since the first time we came here, still looks like somewhere you could buy hard drugs, possibly get stabbed and in our case, have family dinner.
The other people here look just as menacing as Harry, Steve and Jimmy but people like that don't make me wary these days either, in fact they seem to be the type of people I feel more at home around.
It's not that busy here tonight, there's just rock music playing from the jukebox and group of men crowded near the pool table playing a game while a few others are sat at the bar drinking beer and watching the TV up on the wall behind the bar.
As we get closer to the table, Harry's eyes catch mine when he notices us approaching and the hard look in his eyes softens along with the clench in his jaw.
His reaction makes a small smile pull on my lips, and frankly I'm still a bit giddy from the refreshing mental breakdown I had on the car drive over here.
Jimmy hasn't noticed us yet, and I can hear his animated rambles as we reach the table.
"Look - I'm telling you Styles, if you want that dick head to come out of hiding just release that tape you threatened him with. I don't see what the big deal is -"
What tape are they talking about?
"I said no" Harry snaps at him through his teeth, giving him a warning look before pushing up to stand and gesturing his hand for me to walk over to him.
Jimmy turns to look over his shoulder, finally realising Steve and I have arrived and his face breaks out in a giant grin "Aye here's Peaches with my boo. Maybe you can talk some sense into this grumpy little bitch."
