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"No you—you have to hold it like this," Roman says, taking the joint back from me. I watch as he brings it to his lips and inhales the smoke, holds it for a few seconds before exhaling. He coughs once and offers it back to me. I repeat Roman's actions and mimic him, I hold in the smoke this time and erupt in a fit of coughs, Roman laughs at this. "I think maybe you should stick to drinking."

He was right, I still was in my right state of mind and could still remember every single bit of the conversation Vincent and I had. I grab the neck of the wine bottle and throw my head back, the bittersweet liquid runs down my throat. I had completely disregarded the glasses. Roman and I had gone a couple of miles away from the house and the party, we were sitting on a bench under an orchard tree.

I guess part of the reason why I'm not completely breaking down right now is thanks to the improper puffs from Roman's joint and the wine. "So what made you come find me?" Roman asks, blowing away the smoke.

"I rather not answer," I say truthfully. The whole point of this was trying to forget everything that happened an hour ago. "This party is such a bore." I say.

"Yeah," Roman chortled. "But my father and Vincent have been good friends for years, since before I was even born so I guess that's part of the reason why I was strung along."

I realize Roman and I had been completely sitting in silence, with the exception of him teaching me how to properly smoke a joint. "I'm sorry, I never really asked—" I begin. "How old are you?"

"Really?" He scrunches his nose, rolls his eyes and rests his back against the tree trunk. "I'm twenty-two, originally I'm from California before my mother kicked me out of the house and now I live with my father. Is that your questions being answered?"

I giggle and nod. Before I'm able to speak again, we are joined by a man who by the looks of it is Roman's father because Roman quickly throws away the joint. "Ah, Roman. I see you've already met Valentina, good. I'm glad the awkward introduction isn't needed." The man reaches his hand out to me. "Vincent has told me so much about you."

I shake his hand promptly and feel Roman's eyes on me. "I don't think he knows me enough to be telling people about me." I say without it sounding too bitchy.

"Vincent's your father?" Roman queries.

"Can you excuse us for a second, Valentina? I would like to be able to speak to my son alone." Without another word and a sole nod, I stand up from the bench and begin to walk towards the house. The ground felt soft as I walked and I knew I wasn't in the right state to walk through people so I walk in through the kitchen doors. Surprisingly it was empty, unlike this morning.

There were trays of martini's set on the table and I grab one. I wasn't tired enough to go back in my room nor did I want to go back in there. I figured I had been cooped up in there since my arrival and hadn't really properly walked through the house, which very much resembled a museum.

It felt weird to walk alone, I was just getting used to have Harry on my back. Speaking of, I haven't seen him for a good while now. With the martini glass on one hand, my free one drags across the wall, following the patterns. I don't know how many turns I must've taken, but I was now in the foyer of a hallway with a big brown door at the end. I was about to turn back around until I heard the sound of something rattling.

I down the martini and set the glass aside on a bench and follow the sound. The door was ajar and when I reach it, I can audibly hear moans. I wanted to turn around and leave but my hands beat me to it when I push the door open. Before me I could see Giza, the girl I met when I first arrived. She was bent over some counter, moaning.

Right as I was ushering to leave, I bump into some metal pipes against the wall. This catches her attention and her eyes fall on me. "Shit." She cusses and stands up straight. Just as I was about to apologize, Harry comes around the corner. If I hadn't just smoked weed, my mouth would for sure have gone dry.

"Fuck." I say under my breath and quickly leave the room. My heart beat a thousand beats a second, this time I had no problem walking away upstairs. My back to my bedroom door, I tried to catch my breath. "What the fuck." I say my gaze ahead. Out of anything that could've came further from this night, this I did not expect.

I guess I just never thought about Harry having sex. I mean sure, him and I had a short lived thing—more like a sexual blip in our timeline, practically nonexistent as the minor sexual tension between us. Back to what I was saying; it was baffling to see him this way and with the only other woman here who has very clearly shown a distaste for me.

I don't know what her problem is and I don't know what Harry's problem is for jumping on the first female he saw—no, this doesn't concern me, I don't care about Harry enough for it to. I compose myself and get off the door I was so heavily guarding for no apparent reason. I decide it's best to shower tonight's horrible events away and call it a night.

—

Waking up back home consisted of early mornings, and I mean early mornings at six sharp. I would have breakfast with my mother and sister, my father was late as usual but that was sometimes because most of the times he was gone. After breakfast, Mila and I would study, take exams on the highly monitored computer the school supplied us with and then I'd do it all again the next day.

Well today was different. Today there was no waking me up at six sharp, there was no breakfast with my mom and sister. Only silence. Silence and the blazing sun through my balcony, I had overslept and no one seemed to care. I didn't know how to feel about it, but I was also thankful for it because I had the biggest headache ever.

The halls were silent and the place looked as though everybody had just packed up and left. I hadn't seen the guys nor Harry since last night. That's not entirely true, I saw more of Harry last night than I would've liked and for different reasons. As I enter the kitchen Giza sat in a chair, a laptop propped up on the table. Maybe I shouldn't have marveled in being alone so soon.

I momentarily stood by the doorway, the creaking of the old wooden kitchen doors makes Giza turn her head towards me, her once concentrated face turns to a plain one. "The kitchen is free to enter." She remarks, turning her gaze towards the laptop's screen. I clear my throat and walk past her on the table, going straight for the cabinets looking for a remedy for this hangover of mine.

I huff in annoyance when none of the cabinets had what I was looking for, until a voice and a rattle of pills walks up behind me. "Looking for these?" Harry asks, the bottle of ibuprofen in his hand. I nod and take it from him. When he sees that I say nothing else, he goes and takes a seat on the chair next to Giza's.

I don't know why, but seeing them close together after what I witnessed last night was making me physically ill. I hurried and filled a glass up with water and downed the pills, hopefully this helps me quickly. "You should eat something with that." Harry speaks again and he was probably right. I needed food in my system, especially since I hadn't eaten a single thing since yesterday and I overslept this morning.

"No, I don't want to stay and bother you. Besides, I'm not really hungry." I say, dumping the remaining water in my cup down the sink.

"You can relax, it's not like we're having sex." Giza suddenly retorts, not looking at me. Harry however, turns to her with a furrow between his eyebrows and a look of annoyance. I decide not to say anything and exit the kitchen, I knew she said that because of last night and how I caught them. I can breathe as soon as I step outside, the sun immediately hitting my skin making me squint and walk over to the glistening pool.

It looked like nobody ever used it, it just sat here collecting leaves. I sit down in the edge and look down at the water, the cold air made me shiver.

From the corner of my eye, I see a man up on the roof with an assault rifle in his arms. The more I looked around the more I realized how heavily guarded this place was. Typical. I was taken out of a small cage only to be put into a much bigger one with a pool. I hear heavy boots hit the ground behind me and I don't even have to turn to know it's Harry, I could practically smell his cologne with the wind.

"How are you holding up?" I could tell asking this wasn't easy for him. He never made my feelings a priority, he only ever cared that I was safe and that's because he's getting paid to care. I could sense some awkwardness to his tone.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I sigh as I put my chin on my hand, my elbow digs into my thigh. My posture was droopy much like my mood. "I was kidnapped and told my whole life was a lie, I got kidnapped again over some bullshit drug deal, killed someone, Zayn won't talk to me and now I'm back to where I was in the beginning. How do you think I'm holding up?"

Harry sighs behind me and takes a seat on the beach chair, his elbows on his knees as he looks at his ring covered fingers. "Alfio is meant to pay your father a visit tomorrow morning." I turn this time to look at him, he was already looking at me.

"Do you think he knows?" I ask.

"That his nephew is dead? I think he may just." There was sarcasm behind his tone this time. "Whatever happens, wether he knows it was you, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"Yeah." I sigh and look away. I was so sick and tired of this.

"Hey," I feel Harry's hand press on the back of my neck. This makes me turn my head to him again. "I mean it." I give a small smile this time.

"I get it," I nod. "But you should probably go back or your girlfriend might get jealous that you're out here with me." I tease just like how he used to do with Zayn and I. This makes him furrow his eyebrows.

"Girlfriend?" He scoffs.

"It seemed like you guys got pretty close last night." I say with a shrug.

"It's just sex."

"It's not just sex, it's intimacy. Letting someone in that way to your body binds you together."

"Now that is a load of shit." Harry taunts. "Sex doesn't have to be so serious and complicated. But if that's the way you see it then maybe you should be having sex with someone who thinks the same, otherwise that's a ticket to heartache."

I look down to my hands, my fingers red from the cold. Maybe it's the soft spot I have for him that leads me to suddenly change my mood, he was always so careless with what he says and doesn't actually quite catch on to hidden phrases.

"I am getting a bit hungry now," I say standing up from my place on the ground. "I'll see you around." I can not be feeling this way about Harry, absolutely nothing good can come out of it.