Things He'd Never Tell Me

I spent almost the whole lunch chatting with Louis and with his girlfriend Eleanor. She was also a very sweet girl, and I would never picture her involved with a gang.



Harry was by my side, his hand in my thigh, making me uncomfortable whenever he would start rubbing it or caressing it with his thumb. He didn't seem to notice, though. He was too engaged on the issue of our wedding. It seemed like everybody wanted to know when we were getting married.


"When is it going to happen?"



This was Eleanor's first time talking to Harry during the whole lunch. She didn't seem to happy about is. She told me that she found unfair that I was being forced into something like this.



"In two and a half months." - He answered with a wide smile, proud of himself. I wouldn't be proud if I was him. My brother almost choked, but recovered and asked me when we decided the date.


"Harry decided that two weeks ago."
"No, we decided it."
"I'm sorry, but I didn't decide that. You did it yourself. Now if excuse me, I must go to the bathroom."


Stupid man. So now we both decided it, hun? Where did he get that idea from?

I stood in front of the bathroom's large mirror, looking at myself. Even though I was wearing foundation, the bags under my eyes were still noticeable. They were the result of multiple sleepless nights. My lips looked even more pale and so did my skin.

I didn't look like myself. The girl in the mirror seemed unhappy and broken. Not like the old London. I used to be cheerful and happy. Now, even though I'm not married to him yet, I'm already scared. Only god knows how I'll be after the wedding.


The door open suddenly and Liam's girlfriend head popped out behind it. She seemed nervous and terrified.



"Charlotte, what's wrong?"
"We need to leave now."
"Why?"
"Just come."


I followed her. People were under tables and the clerks were evacuating people through the back door. My family was nowhere to be seen, the only ones in the dining room being Harry, his four trusted and the rest of his men. Shots could be heard and the floor was covered with small fragments of glass. I started to panic. Charlotte dragged me towards the back door.

"My family..."
"They're outside with Kylie and Eleanor."


I looked at the dining room and made eye contact with Harry who simply nodded. I sighed and ran, leaving him and his gang behind.


...



I was pacing around the living room, probably looking like a mad woman. That's how it felt. I had already changed my clothes.

"London stop. You're making me-"

The door opens. Vicky comes rushing in with five bruised boys behind her, some of them with extremely bloody clothes. I gasped. Why didn't they leave with us? Do they like getting bruises and bullets inside them?
I ran towards them.


"Vicky, go get the first aid kit. Now."
"Yes, Miss London."




The guys made their ways to the couches and sofas. Calvin's eyes widen. The couches are his babies. But I couldn't care less. They are hurt, they need help.


"My babies... not my babies...."
"Shut up, Calvin. They're hurt. Can't you see? I know that you're not their biggest fan, but let it go, okay? For now at least. Those couches, or as you call them you're babies, can be cleaned. That's not much of a deal. Just let it go."
"Gosh, are you on your period?"



I simply glared at him, but I stopped once Vicky come in with three or more kits, ready to take care of the guys.





...



"What was that all about?"


Harry's head turn to me, not in his button-up shirt anymore, but in one of my brother's t-shirts. The black v-neck t-shirt seemed more than tight and unconformable in him. He had his arm tapped since he got in the upper part of his left arm.


"Rival gang. I don't know how they got our location, but they just did. I'm sorry I put your life out in risk."
"It's alright. I'm just a little scared. It's not every day that you see people close to you getting bullets through them and being ambushed in the middle of your birthday lunch."

His eyes widened when reality hit him. My party was canceled and the dates were delayed until next day.

"I'm so sorry. It's your birthday and I've ruined it."
"Don't. It was just a silly party and it will happen tomorrow."

He seemed more relieved.


"Well, it's half past midnight now. It's past your bed time."
"Excuse me?"

I giggle.

"I certainly do not have a bed time. Where did that come from?"
"Felt like it."





I playfully rolled my eyes and laughed. He frowned and took five small steps towards me. With his right arm, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Is he nuts? He's hurt and he's carrying me on his shoulder? I swear I don't understand him.

He stopped inside my bedroom and layed me in my bed. He was just about to leave when I stopped him. I was too scared to sleep by myself.


"Harry?"
"Yes, love?"
"Could you stay with me tonight? I'm afraid of staying here on my own tonight."

I hear the sound of my own voice
Asking you to stay


"Of course, love.""Thank you."


I was already on my pajamas, so I simply pulled the covers down. He took his shirt and jeans off and got himself by my side on the bed.


And all we are is skin and bone
Trained to get along
Forever going with the flow
But you’re friction



He put his left arm around me and I, surprising both of us, cuddled myself in his chest.
"Goodnight, my love.""Goodnight, Harry."


This slope is treacherous
This path is reckless
This slope is treacherous
I, I, I like it

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