Updated like I promised. it was my birthday yesterday so I would have done it earlier, but today's the day :)
10:45PM
Zayn was clearly agitated the second those two got on the computer to work; my place as help to Harry being replaced. The fact that Harry hadn't really done anything to help the cause made everything worse, because of course Zayn was now carefully eyeing the both of us.
He has more feelings than Harry, that's for sure. I think just about anyone does. However, he seems to be more on the playing it safe side.
He wants nothing to do with anything that isn't a part of his orders, which increases the chances that Harry was right when he said it wouldn't be surprising if he found out, and confessed.
"Alright. We know where Ray is. It's your call," I heard Zayn tell Harry as he leaned back in his chair, hazel eyes glancing briefly at me. I was aimlessly scrolling through the tablet that only had game apps installed as if I was a child. The books on here...totally stereotypical for a teenage girl. Romance and drama.
His gaze made me frown, and I turned back to the tablet, pretending I'm not even the slightest interested.
"We suit up. Get over there and get some answers. We'll work from there." Harry suggested dryly, scrolling through the information and writing down whatever he thought was important.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Zayn spat out, earning a warning glance from Harry. What I'd give to see these two beat each other's asses...in a way it'll feel nice. Without being able to do it myself, I feel like it would be really vengeful if it happened. I guess their bickering really got to me.
Zayn continued. "We're trying to save a mafia corporation here, not planning a trip to a zoo. This has to be as soon as po--"
"Tomorrow," Harry snapped louder than he had before, averting his pale green eyes to the screen again.
At this, Zayn inhaled deeply and shook his head. "I have no idea what the hell happened to you these two months, but you've absolutely blown my mind with the change," he stated lowly, about to get up from the chair when Harry turned his head and opened his mouth.
"What?" He clenched his jaw.
The dark-haired male knowingly shrugged his shoulders, stern look on his handsome face. "The Harry two months ago would have already gotten the job done. I don't know...your head seems to be in the wrong place."
Ironic, I thought to myself. If anything, the wrong place in anyone else's head would be working for an enormous, successfully developed mafia. In their case, it's actually not doing the work.
It's understandable, I guess. They chose their lifestyle. It may not be the best, but it surely gets them their necessities.
Harry's face remained unfazed, but knowing him now, I could tell there was a slight difference in its appearance. He was not pleased at all with what Zayn had said, and he may actually seem to be over thinking it now.
But, his only words were, "Tomorrow."
He stood up from the chair and stalked towards the bedroom him and I share. Zayn would be sleeping on the sofa, that's for sure. Not that I cared. I was more worried for Harry, who shut the door at a regular force and not another sound was heard.
I stood up before Zayn even tried to make conversation. He would question me, and I would be highly see-through. His eyes were on me, though. I could feel them watching me as I followed Harry's footsteps into the bedroom.
When I walked inside, pressing my back against the door to shut it, I saw Harry furiously removing his clothing. I stood there, grasping the now turned off tablet in my hands tighter, as if it would slip and shatter the screen.
With concern, I watched him undress until he was in his underwear. Like almost an irritating young boy, he flipped the covers on the mattress over and slipped inside. He then covered himself and remained silent.
I briefly thought of what I should say, knowing very well that he's not tired.
"You shouldn't listen to what Zayn says...because to be honest...you haven't changed." I started, staring at the head of curls.
"You're still...well let's face it, you're still an asshole."
My words made him sit up, and he eyed me with such sarcasm and annoyance that I felt like I was being thrown knives at.
He didn't say anything, he only stared at me with much irritation. I would feel irritated if someone couldn't say the right words I wanted to hear, but with someone like Harry anything could possibly be what he wanted to hear.
I pressed my lips together and looked away from him, setting down the tablet and walking towards the bed. He lied back down just as I settled into the sheets, and my lips parted as he grasped my arms and pulled my body onto his.
Then I closed them, nearly getting used to being pulled and placed and all. I lied my head on his chest, arms outstretched and legs following. In my position, I looked like a star fish. Harry sighed and murmured, "This might actually want to make me laugh."
My head raised and I stared at him carefully. I waited a few seconds before I said, "Your tendency to be bipolar is maddening."
"You are maddening in general."
"Wow, thanks."
"No problem, Dollface," he remarked.
I sat up, straddling his waist and placing my hands on his chest. He shifted a bit, moving his head until he felt comfortable enough. His eyes watched me expectantly, and I said, "Let's actually talk about what just happened with you and Zayn."
"How about we don't...and we..." he slowly sat up, using an arm for support and then using his free hand to caress my cheek. I felt his breath fan against my lips, and like a brief memory I remembered the feeling of his soft, plump lips.
My hands pushed against his chest as hard as I could, and it left him breathless. He looked up at me with parted lips, eyebrows raised.
"Not today," I answered with a faint, cocky smile. "Surprise you?"
"It was actually very hot."
"Thanks," I replied briefly, pretending I didn't care what he thought of my actions. "About you changing..."
Harry shook his head, stopping me from speaking. "Look, I don't want to address that because it'll make everything worse. Trust me. We're better off not talking about it."
"But it's important that we --"
"It's important that you stop that before I get angry and that you sleep. Our timing has been off lately." He sternly informed me, not without trying to get me off of him. My face gradually turned into displeasure, eyebrows furrowing and my lips frowning.
I tightened my legs around his waist, refusing to let go. Harry gave me a look, and I sighed heavily, leaning down to move my face closer to his. He inhaled deeply, waiting for me to say something of protest, but it never came.
"Okay." I answered quietly.
My body grew in warmth when his hands placed themselves at my waist. He raised his head a little in order to shorten and fill the space between our lips. My hand placed itself at the back of his neck, holding him there while the other was rested against his chest. His kiss was soft and surprisingly slow.
I couldn't stop every time our lips met again, the sound of our kissing being the only audible thing besides our breaths and the sound of the blanket as he lifted it to envelop both of our bodies beneath it. A soft whimper escaped my mouth when he bit his teeth into my bottom lip, tugging at until he let it bounce back into place.
Then he deepened the kiss, and my body chilled. I just couldn't resist his kiss and his affection, which led me to truly believe I was completely infatuated with him, but not for a short period of time. For much longer.
Not much longer, he turned us over so he was hovering over my body, encasing me in that warmth that was rare, especially from someone so cold like him. I found myself, as usual, enjoying it.
He kissed my lips one last time for the night, murmuring, "When I'm gone tomorrow, try not to blow a fuse and burn the place down. Okay, baby?"
"Can't make any promises."
n/ updating again later due to the fact that I didn't update fo days.