SO I UPDATED CUZ HARRY POSTED ON INSTA AND IT BLESSED MY DAYS SO I THOUGHT I'D BLESS Y'ALL WITH AN UPDATE 😚
Song: I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz
It'd be great if you've heard this or could listen to this song (the vid is up there👆🏽) it's so beautiful.
Happy Reading xx
t.m.
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S C A R L E T T 💣
"So what news do you have on the microchip thing?" I questioned as I leaned back into the sofa.
We were in Harry's apartment, Sami, Sullivan, Liam and Mark have been working closely together over these past few days to figure out how to get this microchip out of my head without causing any damage. While they were at that, the rest of Valkyrie including Niall and his team, worked together to keep track of Omega's moves, with the occasional help from Sami.
"Okay, so you know about that book I carry around containing all the designs of my machines?" Sami questioned, making me nod in response.
"Yeah but it's not here, it's at Omega's base," I frowned.
"Yes, but I still remember the design of the microchip, everything, the flaws and imperfections of it. So, I sketched it out and created a replica of it with Mark, before figuring out how to dismantle it or turn it off," Sami carried on explaining.
"There's a wire woven into the microchip, which is visible on the outside. So, if we can cut that wire, very carefully, that will switch the microchip off and your memories will be safe, we'll be able to get the chip out easily," Mark continued from where Sami left off.
"But if you move the microchip even a little, or mess up, since it's holding your memories -since it's attached to the prefrontal cortex-it can lose them and they'll be gone forever," Sullivan added grimly, pursing his lips as I tried to process all of this information.
"Scarlett, honestly you don't have to worry. You're in safe hands, Sullivan's been a neurosurgeon for about ten years and Mark the best person you can have to dismantle the microchip," Liam spoke gently, giving me a reassuring smile as I nodded in appreciation.
"If this doesn't work out, will I lose all my memories, new and old? Or just the ones that the microchip is holding?" I questioned, biting my lower lip as Sami immediately answered.
"Just the ones the microchip is holding," Sami confirmed, before coming forwards to sit on the coffee table in front of me. "So what will it be Scarlett?"
I had already made my decision that day I spent with Harry visiting my grave. Even now I was positive I wanted to go ahead with this operation, because either way there wasn't a difference. Right now, I couldn't remember anything related to The Organization or Harry and etc. and if the surgery went wrong and I lose those memories I'd just be back to square one with no recollection of my life at The Organization. So going forwards with this surgery, I had a chance to remember again, to remember all the bittersweet memories I shared with Harry, and my friends. Of course, there were still the general risks with brain surgery, but I trusted Sullivan and the others that they would do this right.
"I'll do it," I said firmly, glancing at Harry before looking back at Sullivan who nodded.
"We can start tomorrow night, tonight I'll work on planning out the procedure and tomorrow for the rest of the day I'll get everything ready," Sullivan said, making me nod slightly before sighing.
They all bid us goodbye, before leaving the apartment silently. Harry followed them, closing the door quietly as I sat on the couch and pondered, feeling the anxiety start to creep in. I wasn't even worried anymore about losing my memories. I was worried about the other risks brain surgeries normally had, that I had knowledge on. Just as the worry started to creep up in my throat and suffocate me, I felt a warm hand land on mine that was clasping the edge of the sofa tightly. I felt all my doubt and worry leave me when my eyes met a pair of bright jade concerned ones.
"What's wrong? Second thoughts?" he questioned softly, running his thumb over my knuckles before he took my hand onto his lap.
"No," I answered immediately, before pressing my lips together. "I-I mean I was just thinking of the other risks brain surgeries normally have."
"You don't have to worry about that, Sullivan is incredibly experienced, and so is Mark. I know people who've had brain surgeries done by Sullivan here in The Organization. So, don't worry, you're in safe hands, as Liam said," he told me firmly, squeezing my hand reassuringly as he smiled softly. I returned his smile, before he leaned in to kiss my lips, again trying to reassure me that it was going to be okay.
The ringing of a phone suddenly interrupted our intimate actions, both of us breaking the kiss and sighing in annoyance at the vibrate phone that belonged to Harry. He opened his eye, sending me an apologetic look before pulling away to pull his phone out of his pocket. He answered the call briefly, muttering a few words before ending the call.
"Apparently Omega is still laying low after all these days," Harry told me, as he kept his phone on top of the coffee table.
"That doesn't seem like Viola," I frowned. "She's always got something up her sleeve."
"Right, well she'll have no choice but to lay low after that video we sent her yesterday," Harry said, as I bit my lip remembering the video we filmed yesterday.
It showcased Sami and I getting beat up, practically on the verge of death as Vlad and Max held guns to our heads as a warning for Viola to not attack us. It seemed liked our warnings were working but Sami and I were still paranoid Omega were laying low only because they were planning to attack anyways. But almost a week had passed and they still didn't make their move.
"True, but they're planning something. I know it," I murmured grimly, eyes flickering up to meet him as he pursed his lips.
"We can't really figure out what that is, at the moment. Niall is trying to hack into their base with Sami's help, but the security is tight. It's taking some time, but until then we've gained control of all cameras that are on the inside of their base. So far the team is just training, and Viola is seen out and about doing something we can't tell," Harry carried on talking.
"If she's going out and about that means she's seeing people, trying to devise a plan!" I exclaimed.
"If that plan involves attack us at any costs, it won't happen because she needs Sami and Sami is with us. So, if she even tries to attack us, Sami will be 'dead' as well as you," Harry said, adding in air quotes. I know he meant that Sami won't be killed, and neither would I, but was us holding Sami as leverage enough to keep a leash on Omega?
"You're right, I'm sorry I'm just paranoid," I muttered, shaking my head as I averted my gaze.
"It's fine, it's good that you are because that means you're on guard. If you and Sami have any ideas of what Viola would plan to do you should tell us. Even if they do attack us despite our warnings, we'll be ready to strike back. They only have one assassin team, while we have countless of teams. We can take them down," Harry said firmly. I held his hand in mine, squeezing it while I shot him a smile.
"I'm sure we can."
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It was around 10:30 when I decided to change into my nightwear and laze around in bed with Harry until we fell asleep. A vinyl played out loud as I rummaged through the box of vinyls that supposedly belonged to me. The vinyls lay splayed out on the bed, a shiver running down my spine as I felt a cool draft wash over me. Just as I thought about getting my robe that was in my wardrobe, I felt the soft silk touch my shoulders.
"You looked like you needed this," Harry's raspy voice whispered into my ear, a grin forming on my lips as I slid my arms through the holes and tugged it on.
"Thank you," I murmured, my hand rising to cup the side of his face, pulling it down to give him a short kiss.
His lips were still locked with mine when I tried to pull away, a small chuckle rising in my throat as he tumbled to the side of the bed where there weren't any vinyls lying around, pulling me on top of him. My legs straddled his waist as I was tugged down again to kiss him, his tongue sliding into my mouth and running along the inside of it. I exhaled heavily through my nose, hands landing on either sides of his head as he gripped my hips firmly.
I felt his large hands trail down my hips to dip under my silk robe, running over the curve of my ass before squeezing it through my black panties. My lips immediately broke away from his to inhale sharply at the feeling, frowning down at him playfully while he grinned up at me cheekily. My jaw dropped when he quickly raised his hands a few inches up, and came down on my ass with a sharp slap that echoed throughout the room.
"Harry!" I gasped, slapping his chest lightly, biting my lip at how my ass was stinging after his rough actions.
"What, Angel?" he teased, tugging his lower lip with his teeth sexily as he stared up at me with lustful eyes.
"You're a little too kinky for my liking," I pouted playfully at him, causing him to frown adorably.
"Am not! Everyone likes a bit of spanking every now and then," he defended himself ridiculously, causing me to burst out laughing.
"Even you?" I arched a brow at him.
"Even me," he confirmed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as I smirked.
"I've been meaning to give that ass of yours a squeeze," I hummed lowly, causing him to roll his eyes making me laugh again. "What? You've got a cute ass! Yeah I think I'll definitely give it a squeeze while we-"
"Don't you dare, you'll turn me off," he pointed a finger at me.
"Why? Does a little ass squeeze turn you off?" I questioned, arching a brow when he responded with silence. "You don't know if you'll like it if you're never gonna try it!" I sang while he let out a grunt of annoyance pulling me down again.
"Just stop talking and kiss me," he whined while I chuckled again, ducking down to join our lips before I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.
His lips were still connected to mine, him trying to get me to part them as I squinted at the object hiding in the corner of the room. I tugged my lips away from him, eliciting a small whine from his throat before he trailed his lips down my neck, settling for sucking and nipping at my collarbones.
"Harry," I mumbled, a tiny smile growing on my lips as I stared at the object. "Harry," I repeated when he still hadn't stopped his actions or responded.
"What?" he grumbled tugging his red heart-shaped lips away.
"You play the guitar?" I questioned giddily, watching him purse his lips before nodding slowly. "Play something for me, please."
"Scarlett," he pouted his lips, obviously wanting nothing more than to lay in bed all night, making out while a vinyl played slow music. I wanted that too, but first I wanted to hear him play. "I wanna kiss you instead."
"I'll reward you with a kiss after you play something for me," I smirked, causing him to frown tightly. "Oh and you must sing!" I knew about how Niall taught him to play the guitar while he taught Niall how to walk again. Niall also told me about Harry's exceptional talent for singing, which I very much wanted to hear.
"You're a very demanding woman," he murmured, pinching my ass, causing me to jolt.
"I'll give you blowjob too."
"Deal."
I sat on the bed with my legs crossed while Harry moved to the side of the room and grabbed his guitar. He climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged just like, holding the guitar in his lap as he twisted the tuning pegs to tune the guitar. Before he began testing out the guitar, he gathered his lengthy curls up into a cute little bun, smiling at me adorably while he secured it with a hair tie, before continuing his actions. I quickly became mesmerized by the way he curled his fingers around the strings on the neck of the guitar, licking my lips when I had sudden flashes of images of the things he did to me with those fingers of his. I was obsessed with his hands.
"You ready to be blown away?" Harry asked, arching a brow at me playfully with a ridiculous grin on his face as I laughed softly nodding.
I surprisingly recognized the song immediately when he started playing the beginning notes. I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz. My heart tightened when he eyes locked with me as he started singing the first few words of the song.
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
I felt the emotions rise up deep within me as I listened him sing the lyrics of the song with so much love and emotion put into them. Tears were already pricking my eyes when he began to sing the chorus.
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
I felt the urge to sing along when he sang the rest of the song, but I held my ground because I just wanted to hear his incredibly deep raspy voice do all the singing with all his emotions pouring into the lyrics. The lyrics corresponded perfectly with what we were going through; the song was just utterly beautiful and so meaningful it sounded so perfect coming from his lips.
He was nearing the end when I was drawn from my thoughts at the energy he put into the second chorus, his voice echoing beautifully throughout the room as he sang. When he sang the third chorus I sang along, knowing at this part of the song there were backup singers, his lips quirked up in a smile when I did so.
I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up; I'm still looking up
Well, I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We've got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
God knows we're worth it (and we're worth it)
The tears were flowing unchecked now as I stopped singing, allowing him to finish off the song with the last chorus, singing incredibly softly while holding my gaze. Once he finished, I dove forwards, him throwing his guitar to the side as he caught me, both of us pushing our lips together in a firm kiss. I pulled away for a breath of air, immediately wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him, feeling a little embarrassed for crying so pathetically.
"Told you you'd be blown away," Harry mumbled with a light chuckle, trying to lighten things up as I let out a mix between a sob and a laugh.
I pulled back, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand as I couldn't help but smile at his goofy grin. He then frowned, noticing my tears, dragging his thumb under my other eye to clear the tears.
"I wouldn't have sang if I knew you were gonna cry," he frowned lightly. "I hate seeing you cry."
"Why?" I couldn't help but ask, sniffling.
"Because it makes me want to cry," he murmured sheepishly, his words making a short laugh escape my lips before I cupped his cheeks.
"Aw baby," I cooed, squishing his face, making his baby pink lips jut out while he grumbled. I pecked his lips before pulling away with a sigh. "That was really touching Harry," I whispered, referring to his singing. "You're so talented."
"Oh stop!" he responded modestly, his cheeks flushing as he averted his gaze, nevertheless grinning softly.
"I'm serious! It made me cry!" I exclaimed while he held me in his lap, his arms wrapped loosely around my torso. "You chose the perfect song," I whispered, touching his cheek.
"I did didn't I?" he smirked coyly. "It's true though, I'll never give up on you," he murmured in all seriousness, referring to whatever was gonna happen after the surgery. "You hear me?"
"I hear you, Harry. Always."
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My lips joined his in a firm, reassuring kiss as we stood outside the operating room. I felt his fingers grip my waist before he encircled his arms around my torso and pulled my body further into his. A smile appeared, as he pressed his own firmer against mine, my arms circling around his shoulders. Our lips parted for a breath of air, all the worry and anxiety flooding me again now that I wasn't kissing him again.
"You're gonna be okay," he whispered, opening his eyes to gaze at me.
"I hope so," I murmured back, pulling my arms back to cup his cheeks gently.
"You remember what I said right?" Harry spoke up suddenly, his eyes frantic. "That I'll always love you a-and-"
"Yes, Harry, I remember. How could I forget?" I grinned softly at his adorable self, pressing a short kiss to his lips.
He gazed at me with a certain look in his eyes, forehead resting against mine as he exhaled lightly against my lips. He parted them ever so slightly to say something, but stopped himself but rolling them inwards and looking down between us, gaze averting to his necklace. I knew what he was going to say to me. He was going to say I love you, and I was somewhat glad he didn't because I wouldn't have been able to repeat the words back to him without actually meaning them.
"Scarlett," a voice spoke up from behind us, my gaze flicking over my shoulder, recognizing the person as Sami. "It's time."
I nodded slightly, turning back to Harry and engulfing him in a hug. He returned it gladly, squeezing my midriff lightly as he buried his face into my neck, laying a sweet kiss there. I pulled back to kiss his cheek, before breaking the hug with a forced smile, trying to be optimistic about all of this.
"I'll be right by your side when you wake up," Harry told me with a small smile, the sight of it giving me even more confidence to go ahead with this operation.
I pulled away from him, our gazes still intact as I walked away before I turned my head to face Sami with a nervous smile. He returned the smile, his being more optimistic than mine before he held his arm out, gesturing for me to enter the operating room.
"You ready?"
"Ready as always."
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💀 hope you guys enjoyed that long chapter! I've been writing more for R&H than for my other story lmao my inspo has gone haywire.
Question:
Do you think the surgery will be a success or not? If not then what do you think will happen next?
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Until we meet again...
t.m.