11.

~ H a r r y ~

"Is everything in the bag?" I asked the tattooed man who was in front of me. 

We were currently standing near the back door of the club he owned. He was kind of a businessman, owning many clubs in this area, all of them with money he made out of drugs and robberies. The place was full of criminals, whores and every kind of person one could imagine. It was a place where I could come and never be worried about getting arrested.

"Yeah... Everything is in there. Tell Leonard that I don't owe him anything now that we're done." he said, taking a sip from the drink that he had in his hand. I nodded my head.

"Alright, I gotta go now." I told him and made my way to leave, but he stopped me.

"What? You aren't going to stay? I have something special for you, if you want. Blonde with long legs." he said with a smirk on his face. 

I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I wasn't in the mood. Amelia was also alone with Louis. I just hoped he didn't fucking touch her.

"Maybe another time. I have something to take care of now." I said and he nodded his head.

"As you wish." was the last thing he said, then he left and walked towards the bar. 

I opened the door and went outside of the night club. I approached my car and got inside, placing the bag with the money and drugs on the passenger's seat. Then, I started the car and sped off. While on my way back I called Leonard to inform him that his job was done.

"I knew you would do it Harry. That's why you are one of my favourites." Leonard said on the other end of the line with his raspy voice.

"Yeah... I'll come tomorrow to bring you the bag." I said, focusing on the road as I went faster.

"Alright but this time, if you don't show up-" 

I cut him off.

"I'll come." I said, annoyed, and hung up. 

I parked the car outside the house and got out of it, taking the bag with me. I looked around just to make sure that no one was around, then walked to the front door. I unlocked it, got inside, and threw the bag on the floor. It was surprisingly quite and that scared me. Was Amelia alright? 

Why do you even care about her? my inner voice asked me. 

I didn't know myself.

I walked to her room and placed my hand on the doorknob, opening the door. The sight in front of me made me freeze in my spot. Louis and Amelia were sitting on the bed really close to each other, almost ready to kiss. I started boiling with anger as I looked at them. Was I jealous? No...no. I'd never be jealous of her. She had gotten on my nerves.

Louis started leaning in and that's when I snapped. I had to do something to stop them from... kissing. I cleared my throat and that caught their attention. They quickly pulled away and Amelia stood up, scared, as she realised that I was standing there. I looked at both of them and when I saw Louis' triumphant smirk, I tightened my grip on the doorknob, trying to control myself.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked, feeling really angry.

  ~ A m e l i a ~

I was about to speak, but Louis was faster and didn't let me talk to Harry.

"In fact, Harry... Yes, you are interrupting something." Louis said as he stood up and walked towards Harry. Harry let go of the doorknob and took a step closer to Louis. 

Oh God, here we go again.

"I told you if you touched her, you'd be dead." Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, I guess I didn't hear you." Louis replied and I saw that Harry was trying hard to contain his anger. 

But why was he even angry?

"You should go!" Harry said, pointing at the door. 

Louis laughed a bit and looked at me. I nodded my head, telling him to go. The last thing I wanted now was to see them fighting in front of me.

"Alright, Harold. I'm leaving." he said.

"Goodnight, beautiful." he said to me and I whispered a goodbye. Then, they both left the room, leaving me there alone. I could hear them talking, but I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. I was scared. Harry looked really angry and that frightened me. 

After a while the door opened with force and a furious Harry came inside. I quickly stood up from the bed and straightened my body, looking at him.

"What the fuck was that?" he screamed, making me flinch.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything." I protested, trying to act as if I wasn't scared at all, but I failed when he started taking some steps closer to me. I looked around me and started taking some steps back until my back hit the wall.

"First of all, you didn't listen to what I said. Louis learned about you, and then I come home and find you fucking kissing him. You are acting like a whore." he yelled at me, but that's not what made tears appear in my eyes; it was his harsh words.

"I didn't-" 

He stopped me from explaining.

"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed again and raised his hand in the air, ready to slap me. 

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but instead I felt Harry's hot breath on my face. I opened my eyes and saw his fist on the wall next to my head. 

He had punched the wall. 

He was breathing heavily as he looked down at my small figure standing there, trapped in-between him and the wall. He sighed and walked away, getting out of the room. I was still shocked from what happened. This time, I was lucky. He looked so pissed off that he could do worse to me than last time.

He let the door open without bothering to close it, so I walked towards it and stood there, looking at him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor, revealing his long, tattooed torso and abs. He took a can of beer from the fridge and walked towards the sofa, sitting on it and taking out a package of cigarettes. 

He smoked? I had never seen him smoke.  But surely enough,he put one cigarette between his lips and lit it up. 

I was unsure of what to do. I wanted to go and talk to him but on the other hand, I was scared. He rested his head back, releasing the smoke in the air and then repeated the same action again. I thought he hadn't seen me standing there until he finally spoke.

"Get back to your room now!" he said in a demanding tone and I obeyed. 

I got back inside and closed the door. I decide to not make him even more angry than he already was. I took off Harry's sweatpants because it was really hot, but remained in the oversized t-shirt and boxers. Then, I quickly jumped onto the bed and covered myself with the blankets, falling asleep. Maybe tomorrow I would be able to speak to him.

   ~ H a r r y ~

I finished the third cigarette that night and placed the empty can on the table, standing up. After about three hours, I finally managed to relax and forget about today's events. I still couldn't understand from where all this jealousy came from. It wasn't because I liked her or anything... No.

I walked past Amelia's room, then decided to go inside and see what she was doing. Today, I stopped myself just in time. If I didn't, she would have a really bad bruise on her face. 

I walked inside the dark room, towards the bed, and found her sleeping there. The blanket in which she was covered with had fallen on the floor. That was when I noticed she wasn't wearing my pants. Her long, skinny legs were in complete view. My lips parted as I looked at her. She looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven. 

So pure and elegant. 

I picked up the blanket and covered her again, but as I did, my fingers slightly touched the exposed skin of her legs, making her shiver and move. I looked at her one more time, then left the room, locking the door behind me. I pressed my back against it, the image of the sleeping Amelia never leaving my mind. I sighed heavily and threw my head back. 

Harry you're in deep shit!