My Kind Of Love

Chapter 7 Puzzle Put Together

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**Harry’s POV*

And with that I get up and slam the door behind me. I need a break from this shit. She was like a little child I needed to take freaking care of.

I grab a blanket and head to my couch; I was dead tired from all this crap. Immediately, as I rest my head on the soft pillows my eyes start to close, but I couldn’t fucking fall asleep. Bea went against my rules and she needed to be taught a lesson, it may not be tonight, or tomorrow but she will get punished for what she did.


**Bea’s POV**

My eyes flutter open as this horrible pain hits my head as if I’ve been shot. Suddenly I feel like my whole stomach is turned up side down. Fuck. I don’t remember anything from last expect Zayn bringing me here. And boy was Harry pissed. I guess what I did could have hurt his feelings?

My thoughts get disturbed as I feel a tsunami hit my stomach. Shit, I run to the bathroom while awkwardly tripping. Thank god it’s attached to the bedroom so Harry couldn’t see my like this. I raise the toilet seat and start puking my guts out. Ew. I wipe my mouth and flush the horrible mess that has came out of me. I need to clean myself up. Thank god Harry made me take a bath yesterday. I look around until I find a toothbrush still in its package, perfect. I brush my teeth, and hair with one of Harry’s combs and put my hair up in a ponytail. Will Harry still be mad at me? I need to sort it out somehow.

It’s about 12pm when I finally gather up all my courage and leave the room. My head is pounding but I decide to ignore the pain. This is what you get Bea for being a dumb drunk girl. I walk into the peaceful living room seeing a sleeping Harry on the couch.

I slowly walk towards him and say softly “Harry, can we please talk?”

He lightly stirs and turns around so his back is facing me, I know he’s awake. Stubborn kid.
“Can you stop freaking ignoring me and let me explain, please!” I snap pissed off, I hate being ignored.

Suddenly he flies up and snaps, “What the fuck is there to explain? You were out with him to make me jealous when I was trying to protect you Be! But, look how well that turned out for your sorry ass!” His eyes scan my body as I am wearing his clothes.

“Can you just fucking explain to me why the fuck you hate him so much!” His eye’s go wide as I surprise him with what I just said, I even surprised myself. Where did I find all this courage?!

“Do you not know what he tried doing to you, you women are so dumb and naïve!” He spits back. The insult was like a cold push into a wall. All this confusion and anger was giving me so much courage to talk back.

“Oh my god! WHAT’S THE REAL DEAL HARRY! It’s so freaking obvious you are lying.” I yell back slightly pushing his shoulder. Big mistake! Quickly he stands up, his body over towering mine like I giant. I feel small, weak and scared like a little mouse. His eyes like little pits sucking me in to them, controlling me. Mesmerizing and beautiful.

“Sit.” He orders harshly pointing to the couch. I gather up all the courage left in me. I look him straight into the eyes and don’t move. He raises his fists and slams them hard into the coffee table making me shriek as the noise shatters threw my scull.

“GOD DAMMIT! BEA SIT THE FUCK DOWN!” He roars making me shrivel into the couch he pointed too. He starts pacing around the room while pulling his beautiful brown curls that are swept over his forehead. He lets out a huge sigh. He walks slowly towards me and kneels down placing a hand on each side of my knees. What the hell is going on?

“What I’m about to fucking tell you is something you must never tell, to anyone, ever. There are some very cruel people in this world and will do horrible things to you Bea if they know that you know shit about this. So promise me you will keep this to yourself.” He looks at me with pleading eyes, a slight moment of softness in them.

“B-but what if…” I’m quickly cut off.

“Fuck can you promise?” His voice rises scaring me. I nod and he slowly continues talking. What can be so evil that it can hurt me, what is Harry hiding from me?

“Ok love, I need you to shut up and let me explain no matter how bad you need to speak.” He looks at me while raising an eyebrow and I slowly nod.

“My dad was a very dangerous man, you could say he was the leader of the mafia but it was more of a gang, we dealt with drugs and all that illegal shit. I was raised around all this violence because my dad wasn’t very kind.” He closes his eyes and slowly sighs. I have never seem him so vulnerable.

He clears his throat and goes on gripping my knee tighter “He would beat me everyday, he trained me to be mean and cold hearted. My mother didn’t give a shit, she only cared about the money we made out of this. My father had many enemies since we weren’t the only gang around. We had many rivals. When I was 15, Jason’s parents killed him and my mother. Before they were they told me to run away and to hide from these cruel people. Half a year later I was running out of the money I had saved, I needed more and fast.”

My eyes go wide and he notices my muscles tense. He continues to speak as he knows I have billions of questions. “Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis were all my boys from back home, we grew up together since there families were apart of the gang too. Their parents got killed also, we all ran off together. We put are money together and saved enough to come here, Chicago. I took the big risk on making the decision to continue the gang, to be the leader. It was a dangerous job but I wasn’t scared. We made a shit load of cash within a year even though it was dangerous as fuck. We are criminals Be. We steal shit, trade, make money fast, we kill people when it comes to need. We were trained for this all our fuckin lives. We are, our worst nightmare, our darkest wishes, pure evil.”

I couldn’t speak, I didn’t what to do or say. I felt like this rock as been placed on my lungs. A cold shiver runs through my spine as Harry looks me deeply into my eyes, searching for a reply. I was staring into the eyes of a killer, a criminal, a animal.

**Harry’s POV**

Fuck I hope I didn’t scare her. God dammit what does it mean when a young girl is silent. Say something Bea. She thinks I’m a monster. I look at her shocked as she pulls me in for a big hug; it felt odd but good. It’s weird because me and Be never really hugged before. I held her small little body in my big arms as I felt her tears against my shoulder. Shit she’s crying.

I grab her shoulders and say softly as I could (which wasn’t easy for me). “Bea, please don’t be afraid of me, I will never let anyone ever again lay one finger on you. And if they do I will make them regret it.”

“H-Harry I’m not afraid of you b-but I’m afraid for you. What if someone wants to hurt or even worse kill you.” She is basically sobbing in my arms. I hate seeing my Bea cry.

“Shh baby, please don’t cry it fuckin kills me. Nothing will happen to me, it’s a promise I’m giving you.” I slowly start kissing her hands and soon up her arms till I reach her shoulders. I start kissing between the crooks of her neck while she gently tugs my curls. Fuck I loved it when she did that. I slowly climb over making her lie down on the couch. I lean in and our lips lock in perfect sync. Shit I missed those perfect lips, 3 days since I kissed them. I part my lips and she parts hers, our tongues dancing perfectly. What the fuck Harry, stop it with the poetic bullshit. My hands start slowly sliding down her perfect curves and she lightly moans. Fuck.


I craved her; I wanted and needed her now.

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