"If you had told me earlier that we were leaving, Harry" I mumbled to myself, folding his t-shirts into a black suitcase I found in his closet.
Dinner last night was nice. After we got our food we didn't bring up the trip anymore. Was it even a trip? He had business to do in Italy so maybe it wasn't. Whatever it was, the packing part of it stressed me right out, as I stood and packed both bags after his refusal to do his own.
"I told you, it was late notice" he said, resting his head back on the pillows of his bed.
His torso had been bare most of the day. But, I couldn't take the thought of looking at that scar on his ribcage much longer, so I forced him to put on a t-shirt. Although that was not my protest when I had handed the shirt over, he still believes that I don't want him bare chested around the house. Which was completely false.
"Well whoever gives you this late notice needs to stop" I said, whacking him lightly on his strong arm. He remained un-fazed by my light force and let his hands rest on his stomach.
"Yeah, you try talking to my bosses" he said, gaining a cocky smirk on his lips.
"I thought you were the big and bad guy of this gang. I didn't know you had a boss?" I said continuing to fold his clothes neatly in his bag.
"Like hell they boss me around, I tell them what to do" he said with a tight jaw, giving off his authoritative presence.
"So they aren't your bosses?" I asked making him shake his head.
"I guess they're more like the people who come up with ideas and plans" he said adjusting the grey sweatpants that were covering his spread legs.
"So I get to meet the people who planned my abduction?" I asked, hoping for it to come out like a joke.
Harry's face went hard and his jaw began to tighten up. I knew the moment the words left my lips he would turn like this. My idea of jokes and his must be completely different. He growled quietly, but loud enough for it to ring through my ears. I ticked him off.
"Harry it's a joke" I said, immediately stopping the packing I had been doing.
"Doesn't sound like it" he said annoyed, adding a roll to his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny" I replied quietly.
"Well I'm not laughing" he said, raising his voice slightly. "For the last few weeks I've been trying to get us comfortable with this predicament of living with each other, you can't just throw stuff like that in my face, Arabella" he pestered me like I was a child.
"But, I thought we were comfortable enough for us to joke about it" I said quietly making him suck in a harsh breath.
"That's never going to be comfortable terrain for us. You should know this by now" he said more annoyed than mad.
I was much more relieved that he wasn't angry. It's easier to work with an annoyed Harry than it is with an angry Harry. He was right though, maybe joking about that topic will always be difficult, but I thought the humor was enough to get a smile out of him.
"I'm sorry" I said, watching his expression carefully.
"Whatever" he mumbled, turning his head away from me.
I sighed and pushed the suitcase down the bed, and away from us. Carefully, I crawled on the bed and over his legs so I could sit in between his thighs. His head snapped back towards me as I did so, trying to figure out my intentions through squinted eyes.
"Don't be mad at me" I softly said, trying not to set him off again.
"I'm not mad, but Arabella you know how I feel about certain things" he said, keeping his hands on his stomach.
"So if you're not mad, then what are you? Clearly, you are not too happy with me right now" I said watching him sigh and shake his head.
"I'm just irritated that you think like that" he said looking back at me.
"I don't" I said quietly making him look at me with now sad eyes.
"Yes you do" he said, a slight pout beginning to form. "I guess I just want to think that if I open those doors, you won't run out and never come back"
"I wouldn't do that, Harry" I coaxed quietly.
"Sure" he said, rolling his eyes and pouting his lip.
I got up from my criss-crossed sitting position between his legs and moved to straddle his hips, just below the band of his sweatpants. He sucked in a harsh breath as I took his scruffy face between both of my palms and lifted up his chin. His eyes illuminated green as I gave myself a minute to just look at the man.
Those same eyes that have seen so much, probably cried the most when he was young and alone in his room. Those eyes that have been through some of the worst possible outcomes on life. Those eyes that have never been able to see true happiness. Those beautiful emerald eyes.
"If I really still thought like that, don't you think I would have ran once I figured out you don't lock the front door anymore" I said with raised eyebrows making him suck in a harsh breath.
I could tell he was fighting the urge to touch me as his hands were tightly gripped on the band of his sweatpants. His lip had been nervously taken in between his teeth as his eyes shone adoration. He was happy, knowing that I'm not going to be leaving.
"You're aren't going anywhere?" he asked shyly, looking at me with wide eyes.
"Nowhere" I said quietly, grabbing his wrists lightly, making his tight hold on his pants release immediately. I placed his hands on my hips and allowed mine to rest on his chest. "I promise" I said quietly.
I leaned in and let our lips touch, igniting the fire in my stomach.
Niall Horan
Fück. That's all I have to say. Fück. Fück. Fück. And oh... Fück.
Harry's a fücking idiot. Of course, when this trip was made, nobody thought Harry would fücking want Arabella to be there, but nope that guy is full of many fücking surprises. We have six fücking plane tickets for 1st class and since Harry is becoming dïck whipped by her, he insisted on her getting the fücking 1st class seat. My first class seat.
Sure, we could easily threaten another 1st class passenger out of their seat, but we have been too pushy with air-crafts lately and the last thing we fücking need is for Ferocious or any other fücking gang trying to hop on our dïcks and take us down.
Now, I have to fücking sit in middle class seats next to a fücking kid who I bet hasn't showered since he was born. And because there are so many fücking kids in this damn plane, serving alcohol to middle and lower class seating is restricted. Fück my fücking life.
I really hope that Harry is fücking enjoying his five star fücking meal, unlimited fücking drinks, and fücking Arabella because its causing me to have to fücking sit with these assholes who are too poor to get a fücking nanny for their shitty kids. He better fücking realize how much I am fücking 'taking one for the team'.
"Excuse me, sir? Would you mind switching seats with my son? He really wants to look out the window" the women two seats down from me said.
Fücking demon child's mom is trying to get me to fücking move when his kid smells like ass and is really annoying me. What the fück. I look over to see that not only does she have one kid, but she has fücking three. Two were sitting in the seats next to her and the other one was the kid next to me. What the fück is with women having a billion kids.
"Sure" I mumbled unbuckling the disgusting seat belt and getting up from my seat to switch with annoying kid.
"Thank you" she chirped like a fücking annoying bird before turning to attend to her two other annoying kids. "It's a good thing this is a bigger plane, then I would have to split us all up" she said. Was she talking to me? I looked around to realize I was the only other fücking asshole in this row other than herself and her three demons.
"Where's their father?" I asked looking at the three brats. The women looked down at her lap before back at me with watery eyes. What the fück did I do now?
"He passed away" she whispered quietly.
Deep down, I sort have felt something for the women. She was left with three fücking annoying little shits and she can't even get the help from their father. She looked at the sleeping daughter next to her and sighed before looking back at me.
"I'm sorry" I said trying not to come off as awkward.
"Me too.." she replied.
A/N:
I know I forgot to update on Thursday, but it's because I was at my friends then I had dance and by the time I got home it was already 10 and I didn't want to rush ANOTHER chapter soo yeahh
anyways, I am changing my updating schedule because the one I have now is kinda hard to accommodate with so the next time I will update will be a surprise!
Oh! and the chapters that are about to come up are going to be insane! The book is going to be in a whirl wind with plot twists and what you thought were pointless details, are actually the biggest part of the book! So look out!
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