I stood there in silence. I don't know what to think. I'm fucking Harry's mark?

"What the hell does that mean?" I ask Liam.

"Since your mark, that means he can do basically anything to you. He can fuck you whenever he wants. Anytime any day. You're basically his slave. He asks for a beer, you gotta get him a beer. He spills that beer? You better clean it up and get him a new one. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Ya... I think... But what happened to his last mark?" I asked quietly.

"We're not allowed to talk about thi- oh shit he's coming!"

He walking towards me. No, please no. I will not be his fucking mark. No way in hell.
He walked right up to me and whispered in a druken state, "let's make out."

"No."

"Why not, come on babe."

"CAUSE IM NOT YOUR GODDAMN MARK!"

I could tell he was taken aback by my answer, but you know what, I'm not going to deal with his bull shot anymore.

"What the fuck did you say?" He asked in an angry tone.

"You heard me. I don't want to be your mark."

He strokes my face gently and runs his hand through my hair. What the hell is he doing? He must be drunk.

"Aww babe, you know I love you, but what do you mean your my mark?"

Yep, he's definently drunk.

"Stop playing dumb with me Harry!"

"Fine, come with me." He demanded.

"Fine." I said, as he picked me up once again and carried me to the car, but this time I wasn't screaming and yelling in protest.

He carries me to the car and puts me down so I can get it. We sit down and he puts the keys in ignition and starts it.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"Driving."

"But you're drunk."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"How could I be drunk if I didn't have anything to drink?"

"But... But... You wanted to make out with me... So you actually wanted to make out with me? And you actually meant it?"

"No. You fucking don't get it Belle!"

"Don't get what?"

"Never mind, just forget it ok?"

"Ok."

We pull up to the apartment and we get out, and walk to Harry's room. We walk into his room and try to go to the bathroom, but he grabs me and pulls me onto the bed.

"Am I not allowed to go to the bathroom or something?" I asked Harry.

"You are, but not right now. You want to know about the mark. So I'll tell you about the mark."

"Can't we just talk about this tomorrow? It's like 2 in the morning..."

"No."

"Why, not?"

"I didn't drag you out of the club for nothing, now did I?"

"I guess not."

"Good, so the key basically means that you're are my mark. Liam didn't tell you what the mark actually meant, he told you what he thought it meant. It actually means that..."

"That what?"

No respond.

Shit he fell asleep. Now what am I going to do? I can't just be left like this... I should wake him up... But on the other hand this gives me time to find what's in the room! I grab the necklace and run outside into the hallway.

"Hmm... What room is again? Oh right 666, the devils number." I say to myself outloud.
I run upstairs and quickly find the room and put the key in the hole. I turned the key and opened the door and then I gasped at the sight of what was in the room, and realized I was never going to be able to look at Harry the same.

Notes

This chapter was written by my best friend Sammmmmy! If you liked it comment telling Sam good job!! Sorry it's short and I will actually be updating haha. I haven't written for this story for so long! :( Anyway enjoy this chapter and if you guys comment like crazy telling Sam how good her chapter was I'll double update! :))))))

-T