Undercover
The Key
Belle's POV:
Oh shit. He saw me, he knows I'm here. He's coming closer. I try to move, but I'm frozen in terror. He's an inch away from my face now. He leans in and moves my hair behind my ear. The guy who was grinding on me before let's go me and moves onto the next girl so I'm all alone with Harry. Thanks a lot random guy.
"What the hell are you doing here, you were supposed to be on a date with Jerry." Harry whispered.
"He canceled, so I went clubbing instead." I slurred.
Oh crap I must be more drunk than I thought I was.
"Yeah right"
"It's true!" I try to protest but in my drunken state it's hard to keep up my lies. My thoughts are all getting too jumbled in my head and I'm having trouble focusing
"Liar, you're a LIAR!" Harry yells, snapping me from my drunken thoughts
Goddamn it, now he's really getting angry.
"Ok fine so I lied, but do you really think I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you? I mean come on, you don't care about anyone and no one cares about you." I said. I don't know if I truly mean that or not, but something tells me I don't
"Yep, that's me. The guy who doesn't give a shit. You think I actually care about you? Well babe you're far from knowing anything."
"I never said I thought you cared about me, where did you get that?"
"I can see it in the way you look at me and how you act, cause you know you're not a very good at acting."
If only he knew. Hah I almost wanted to tell him that my whole time here was one big show. Maybe i should slap him. Eh no, I'll wait for that
"Oh and just so you know, while you were out playing handsy with random dicks here, I was fucking Whitney" he spits in my face
That was like a knife to the heart. This time I ignore my protesting thoughts and slap him. Hard.
He looks awestruck for a moment but quickly recovers "did you just slap me? No one slaps me and gets a away with it you little bitch" he growls and I'm pretty scared at this point but I suck it up and fire back at him
"Well I just did" I lower my voice at him, almost like a mother scolding her child would do
"You little whore. You think you can go around and act all sweet and cute and innocent but behind that you are an evil slut with no self respect or boundaries"
By this time everyone in the club was watching us and waiting for what I would say next.
"You know what Harry, I hope you die and go to hell, so that you're corpse can get raped by the devil." I know that sounded silly but it did the trick
It really set him off.
"THATS ENOUGH WE ARE GOING HOME" He said as he picked me up and plopped me over his shoulder. I kick and pound at his back cursing and screaming but he just seems to laugh it off. People don't even take a second glance when we exit the club, probably too afraid to make eye contact with him. Pussies. After what seems like for an eternity he plops me down in the passenger seat of his car. He runs to the otherside and quickly gets in and starts driving before my drunk ass self tries to escape
"Why the hell did you lie to me?" Harry whispers as he stares straight ahead into the traffic.
"I needed an excuse. Did you actually think I was gonna stay with you all weekend?"
"Well... Actually I thought you would've."
"And what makes you think that?"
"I don't know... I thought you wanted to get to know me, so do you?"
"Yeah, I do I guess. Sorta. No. I don't want to know what you like, I want to know what your past was and what you want the future to be like." I said as we pull up to the apartment building.
"Well I don't want to talk about it either"
"Good"
"Fine"
When we arrive back at the apartment I've finally seemed to sober up, for the most part, and I quickly get out of the car.
"Belle wait" Harry calls after me once I'm already 50 feet in front of him. But I don't stop and wait. I keep going. I'm too pissed at him to wait. He had no right to storm in there and take away my fun night. I get into the elevator but just before the doors close a hand slides through and they open back up. God damn it Harry. The doors close in silence and I swear I hear a pin drop
"Look Belle I-"
"Save it Harry, I'm in no mood to talk to you" I cut him off
The doors open and we walk out and into his room. I lay down flat on my back on Harry's bed, exhausted. He does the same thing next to me
"Why don't you ever tell me anything about you?" I question him. Great I think the drunk thoughts are back
"Why do you want to know? You don't care about me anyway?" He spits at me
"Well maybe if you tell me I can understand your anger better"
"What anger!?!" Oh great, he's getting angry again
"That anger" I giggle and he seems to loosen up at that
"Well... What do you want to know?" He asks cautiously
"What was your childhood like?"
"Different question"
"No answer this one! It's important to me"
"Let's just say, when I lived in England as a child, it became a very... Troubled place for me" I
can tell he's trying to keep it as vague as possible
"Troubled?" I push on cautiously
"Shit!"
"Wait what? What did I do?"
"It's not you it's just that I have a meeting with the boys in an hour and I have to shower"
"Oh ok"
He scrambles of the bed and pulls off his clothes until he's in nothing but his boxers
"Damn you must workout!" Damn my drunk thoughts
He smirks "you could say that"
I can't help but look up and down his body until I stop and peer at his neck. I notice the necklace around his neck...and on it is the key!
"What's that necklace?" I ask.
"Oh it's a- nothing. It's nothing"
"Oh come on it must mean something to you"
"Like I'm gonna tell you that."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Cause it's my business"
"...can I wear it?"
"What?"
"Can I wear it" he seems to think about this for a moment before an evil smile grows on his face. Uh oh
"Sure"
"Wait really?"
"Sure" I really want to know what's going on in that head of his I think as he puts the necklace over my head
"Thanks."
He doesn't answer, and heads straight for the bathroom to shower. As soon as he locks the door I run out into the hallway. I need to find that room.
"Damn why are there so many rooms?" I ask myself, as I try every door I come across. I go from floor to floor searching
I get to the sixth floor, the very last floor, and when I got to room 666, the very last room at the end of the hallway, I put the key in and it works... But before I could open it I hear a voice behind me.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY FUCKING KEY!" He says as he snatches it out of my hands.
Oh shit it's Harry.
"I was... I... I..." I stammered.
"You didn't go in there did you?" He asks while sighing and running a hand through his still wet hair
"No no of course not! Why are you so worked up anyway? What's in this room?"
"I'm sorry I got worked up I just thought... I don't know I thought you had left me..." I notice how he avoids the question of what's in the room
"Oh, no I didn't leave you Harry. I just went exploring"
"Well just don't go on this level again ok?"
"Um ok... I... I won't..."
"Ok... Let's go walk to my car so we can meet the boys at the bar."
"Wait I'm coming too?"
"Yeah duh. I'm not leaving you alone again"
"Ok then"
We walked in silence and the car ride was pure silence.
We pull up to the bar and Harry pulls out his necklace again "You might want to wear this, it'll look good with your outfit."
"Um ok?" I asked confused but put it on anyway
We walk into the bar and everyone looks at me weird.
I sit down next to Niall and try to talk to him but he just gets up and leaves.
Same with Zayn, Louis, even the bartender
Finally I spot Liam and walk to him "hey" I say
"Hey" he smiles at me. Then he looks at my necklace and his smile fades
"Ok why the hell is everyone acting so weird around me!?!" I yell in frustration
"You're wearing a key necklace."
"Yeah, so?"
"Did Harry give that to you?"
"Yeah."
"That necklace means you are now Harry's mark. You're gonna be the next one who gets screwed over by him. I don't know how he's gonna do it, but trust me it's gonna be bad."
Oh shit. He saw me, he knows I'm here. He's coming closer. I try to move, but I'm frozen in terror. He's an inch away from my face now. He leans in and moves my hair behind my ear. The guy who was grinding on me before let's go me and moves onto the next girl so I'm all alone with Harry. Thanks a lot random guy.
"What the hell are you doing here, you were supposed to be on a date with Jerry." Harry whispered.
"He canceled, so I went clubbing instead." I slurred.
Oh crap I must be more drunk than I thought I was.
"Yeah right"
"It's true!" I try to protest but in my drunken state it's hard to keep up my lies. My thoughts are all getting too jumbled in my head and I'm having trouble focusing
"Liar, you're a LIAR!" Harry yells, snapping me from my drunken thoughts
Goddamn it, now he's really getting angry.
"Ok fine so I lied, but do you really think I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you? I mean come on, you don't care about anyone and no one cares about you." I said. I don't know if I truly mean that or not, but something tells me I don't
"Yep, that's me. The guy who doesn't give a shit. You think I actually care about you? Well babe you're far from knowing anything."
"I never said I thought you cared about me, where did you get that?"
"I can see it in the way you look at me and how you act, cause you know you're not a very good at acting."
If only he knew. Hah I almost wanted to tell him that my whole time here was one big show. Maybe i should slap him. Eh no, I'll wait for that
"Oh and just so you know, while you were out playing handsy with random dicks here, I was fucking Whitney" he spits in my face
That was like a knife to the heart. This time I ignore my protesting thoughts and slap him. Hard.
He looks awestruck for a moment but quickly recovers "did you just slap me? No one slaps me and gets a away with it you little bitch" he growls and I'm pretty scared at this point but I suck it up and fire back at him
"Well I just did" I lower my voice at him, almost like a mother scolding her child would do
"You little whore. You think you can go around and act all sweet and cute and innocent but behind that you are an evil slut with no self respect or boundaries"
By this time everyone in the club was watching us and waiting for what I would say next.
"You know what Harry, I hope you die and go to hell, so that you're corpse can get raped by the devil." I know that sounded silly but it did the trick
It really set him off.
"THATS ENOUGH WE ARE GOING HOME" He said as he picked me up and plopped me over his shoulder. I kick and pound at his back cursing and screaming but he just seems to laugh it off. People don't even take a second glance when we exit the club, probably too afraid to make eye contact with him. Pussies. After what seems like for an eternity he plops me down in the passenger seat of his car. He runs to the otherside and quickly gets in and starts driving before my drunk ass self tries to escape
"Why the hell did you lie to me?" Harry whispers as he stares straight ahead into the traffic.
"I needed an excuse. Did you actually think I was gonna stay with you all weekend?"
"Well... Actually I thought you would've."
"And what makes you think that?"
"I don't know... I thought you wanted to get to know me, so do you?"
"Yeah, I do I guess. Sorta. No. I don't want to know what you like, I want to know what your past was and what you want the future to be like." I said as we pull up to the apartment building.
"Well I don't want to talk about it either"
"Good"
"Fine"
When we arrive back at the apartment I've finally seemed to sober up, for the most part, and I quickly get out of the car.
"Belle wait" Harry calls after me once I'm already 50 feet in front of him. But I don't stop and wait. I keep going. I'm too pissed at him to wait. He had no right to storm in there and take away my fun night. I get into the elevator but just before the doors close a hand slides through and they open back up. God damn it Harry. The doors close in silence and I swear I hear a pin drop
"Look Belle I-"
"Save it Harry, I'm in no mood to talk to you" I cut him off
The doors open and we walk out and into his room. I lay down flat on my back on Harry's bed, exhausted. He does the same thing next to me
"Why don't you ever tell me anything about you?" I question him. Great I think the drunk thoughts are back
"Why do you want to know? You don't care about me anyway?" He spits at me
"Well maybe if you tell me I can understand your anger better"
"What anger!?!" Oh great, he's getting angry again
"That anger" I giggle and he seems to loosen up at that
"Well... What do you want to know?" He asks cautiously
"What was your childhood like?"
"Different question"
"No answer this one! It's important to me"
"Let's just say, when I lived in England as a child, it became a very... Troubled place for me" I
can tell he's trying to keep it as vague as possible
"Troubled?" I push on cautiously
"Shit!"
"Wait what? What did I do?"
"It's not you it's just that I have a meeting with the boys in an hour and I have to shower"
"Oh ok"
He scrambles of the bed and pulls off his clothes until he's in nothing but his boxers
"Damn you must workout!" Damn my drunk thoughts
He smirks "you could say that"
I can't help but look up and down his body until I stop and peer at his neck. I notice the necklace around his neck...and on it is the key!
"What's that necklace?" I ask.
"Oh it's a- nothing. It's nothing"
"Oh come on it must mean something to you"
"Like I'm gonna tell you that."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Cause it's my business"
"...can I wear it?"
"What?"
"Can I wear it" he seems to think about this for a moment before an evil smile grows on his face. Uh oh
"Sure"
"Wait really?"
"Sure" I really want to know what's going on in that head of his I think as he puts the necklace over my head
"Thanks."
He doesn't answer, and heads straight for the bathroom to shower. As soon as he locks the door I run out into the hallway. I need to find that room.
"Damn why are there so many rooms?" I ask myself, as I try every door I come across. I go from floor to floor searching
I get to the sixth floor, the very last floor, and when I got to room 666, the very last room at the end of the hallway, I put the key in and it works... But before I could open it I hear a voice behind me.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY FUCKING KEY!" He says as he snatches it out of my hands.
Oh shit it's Harry.
"I was... I... I..." I stammered.
"You didn't go in there did you?" He asks while sighing and running a hand through his still wet hair
"No no of course not! Why are you so worked up anyway? What's in this room?"
"I'm sorry I got worked up I just thought... I don't know I thought you had left me..." I notice how he avoids the question of what's in the room
"Oh, no I didn't leave you Harry. I just went exploring"
"Well just don't go on this level again ok?"
"Um ok... I... I won't..."
"Ok... Let's go walk to my car so we can meet the boys at the bar."
"Wait I'm coming too?"
"Yeah duh. I'm not leaving you alone again"
"Ok then"
We walked in silence and the car ride was pure silence.
We pull up to the bar and Harry pulls out his necklace again "You might want to wear this, it'll look good with your outfit."
"Um ok?" I asked confused but put it on anyway
We walk into the bar and everyone looks at me weird.
I sit down next to Niall and try to talk to him but he just gets up and leaves.
Same with Zayn, Louis, even the bartender
Finally I spot Liam and walk to him "hey" I say
"Hey" he smiles at me. Then he looks at my necklace and his smile fades
"Ok why the hell is everyone acting so weird around me!?!" I yell in frustration
"You're wearing a key necklace."
"Yeah, so?"
"Did Harry give that to you?"
"Yeah."
"That necklace means you are now Harry's mark. You're gonna be the next one who gets screwed over by him. I don't know how he's gonna do it, but trust me it's gonna be bad."
Notes
So this lovely chapter was written by my lovely friend Sam but I kind of changed a lot of it (oops) but it's all good in the hood cuz she still loves me and she's writing the next chapter for me so I can focus on Just A Cook :) Anyway enjoy!!-T
When are you posting the new story?
12/14/14