So I had this on my Instagram as a fanfic a long time agoooo. But I finally finished it (: it’s basically where harry is in the mafia. Enjoy (: I swiftly walked across the room, dodging obstacles through the dark strip club. My eyes wandered throughout the tables, I noticed a new set of customers, they sent a different vibe; dangerous. I disregarded this feeling and made my way to the group of professional men in suits and pulled out my notepad. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked in a slightly intimidated voice. My voice must have sounded vulnerable as hell since the man who responded smirked “Yes” he said, glancing at my body up and down. My eyes immediately drifted to the powerful velvety voice, it was deep and slightly raspy. His deep voice matched his image, his piercing green eyes were mesmerizing in a terrifying way, his hair lay in a perfect disarray of curls and his body was lithe and powerful… Tall and comprised of powerful muscles. “Bring two vodka bottles” he ordered amused, analyzing my body language. At this point my heart was fluttering wildly and he knew it completely, gaining private satisfaction of my fear. “O-okay” I stuttered, turning on my heel. A dark chuckle came from behind me and I felt vulnerable. This man’s presence held authority and as soon as he talked all the others paid attention, he was important and I didn’t understand why. I continued staring at me, observing his interaction with others while I pulled out ice, drink and cups. They feared him. I knew that, it was simply a fact. Quickly, his head turned, catching my stare. His eyes locked with mine and he cocked his eyebrow up, laughing at my shocked expression. I didn’t need anymore time, so i made my way over to the table, setting the drinks in the middle . A large hand gripped my wrists and pulled me closer. “I don’t want those strippers up there” he whispered hotly into my ear “I just want you” His fingertips skimmed across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps from his touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I murmured “Don’t be so naïve love, you know what I said” he said chucking, “the names Harry” he smirked. “Y/n” I said in response. His lips pursed together, racking up something clever he would say. “I want to see you” he said simply. Harry went on, still holding my wrist in his hand, his arm tugged my body against his, “Soon” he promised, leaving his hot breath on my skin. “I’ll make sure to stay in touch” he told me, smiling at my fearful expression. His strong fingers let go and he walked back to his table. I didn’t notice, my back was pressed against the wall and my breathing was erratic. This man named Harry was lethal, something about him told me that I should stay away, and that’s what I would do. I continued to do my job of delivering drinks but my eyes continuously darted to Harry and his men, observing his moves, how his hand would hold the small glass and his index finger would swirl small circles in the drink. Each time I had to break away from my trance, refusing to be caught. The night went on and his colleagues or whatever they were enjoyed the night. Whistling at the strippers appreciatively, but Harry? His eyes followed my every move as he sat at a far table, ignoring the strippers completely. It seemed as time went at an agonizingly slow pace, his presence suffocating my every move. Slowly but surely customers left and it was time to close. I gathered my belongings and began to walk away from the building “Hey there love” a velvety voice called. My body instantly froze. Harry was waiting. Harry stood there his daunting figure, standing casually against the wall, his right leg held his weight and his left was pressed against the wall. “I told you I would wait for you” he said analyzing his fingers. I gulped, unaware of what I should do, “is there.. Uhm anything you need?” I asked stupidly “There is, actually…” He said looking up amused. His eyes held a twinkle and for a minute I was interested in what he wanted to say. He got up from his testing position and made his way toward me, I stumbled back a bit as he pressed his body to mine, his hips grinding roughly against my own. Harry brought his pink lips down slowly, skimming them across my cheek slowly. My body tensed as he went close to my lips but he stopped, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek. “I want you to go on a date with me” he said pulling away to look into my eyes, he brought up his hand slowly, pulling a strand if hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. “No” I whispered “No?” He laughed, tossing his head back. “Just remember that I always get what I want, keep that in mind” he said smoothly. His hands had gotten tighter against my hips, his thumbs had held them in place roughly. I squirmed a bit and he noticed, looking down and rubbed circles with his thumbs “Just know that you’re coming with me babe” he stated. He let go and fixed his suit, before running a hand through his curls and walked away. What have I gotten myself into? The pulse of my heart pounded in my ears, my body was reacting to the fear caused by him and of course the feeling of his touch. I inhaled deeply, composing myself before I made my way to the car, starting my ignition and driving home. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Hi sweetie” my mom called as I entered the kitchen. “Hey mom.. What are you doing here?” I asked rubbing my eyes. The smell of pancakes filled my nose and I instantly made my way over to the counter and sat down. “I thought i should pay you a visit.. Oh! And look what I found on your doorstep” she said cheerfully, pointing at the flowers “is there a boy in your life?” She went on questioning me. “Uhm.. No.. I have no idea who gave these to me” I said with food in my mouth, I walked my way to the flowers stuffing my face with food as I went and searched for a little note. I picked it up, twirling it in between my fingers and opened it. “I told you :) xx.” It said My hands let go of the paper and it fell to the floor slowly. “Oh fuck” I choked as a piece of pancake made its way to the back of my throat. “Are you alright y/n?” “Y-yeah I just choked…” I said “Eat slower honey” she tsked at me. How the hell did Harry find out where I live? Harry kept his promises and he definitely meant business. Slowly I reached down for the paper, unfolding it and reading the other print below, “Be ready at 8 pm today, we have a date” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I picked out my outfit, dressing in something dressy yet casual, a glittery top and black skinny jeans. Each move I made was painful, closer closer time came and I knew he would be here soon. I slowly strapped on my heels, dreading this night to come “You really shouldn’t keep your door open” an amused voice sounded from my door “you don’t know who can come in” * * ********* Harry led me to the dimly lit restaurant, impatiently holding the door open for me. The place was heavily decorated with different hues of red and Italian paintings across the wall as well as chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. His body moved with mine as we walked across the tables, shielding me from the view of others, his hand raised a couple of times and the men in response tipped there hats and acknowledged him with a deep reverence. Something about that still bugged me, but I had no clue at all as to why these men acted this way, obviously Harry had earned the respect but how is what crossed my mind. “Sit down love” he said pulling my wrist playfully. The area was like a love seat so we sat knee to knee, in close proximity to one another. “How may I help you?” A new waiter asked us, he looked shy and nervous as well. “I’ll get the usual” Harry said not bothering peering at the menu. “The usual..?” He asks “I’m new” he mutters apologetically. “Ugh, linguine alla bolognese” Harry articulates in a perfect accent. “What would you like y/n?” he questions me, caressing the inside of my thigh; I quickly slap his hand and give him a stern look. “The same as Harry” I ask cheerfully to the nervous guy. “Of course” he smiles and blushes, turning to deliver our order. My knee receives a tight squeeze and I look down to see Harry’s hand tightly gripping my knee, his knuckles go white from being tense. “Are you.. Alright?” I ask concerned. “Excuse me” he says, getting up, his lean body towering as he walks away. Why was he so pissed? I thought to myself. Minutes go by and I find myself wondering where Harry went; I get up and pace around the restaurant, scanning the area until I heard shuffling of bodies. “That’s what you get for being a damn flirt” Harry’s deep voice boomed. “Oh shit” I whispered, rapidly opening the door. There stood harry punching the waiter, the cuffs of his suit rolled up on his forearms and his muscles flexed in a fighting position. “Oh my god” I whispered. Shock went throughout my body and I was disgusted, afraid and ready to leave. I turned around quickly and run outside the doors. “Come back” he shouted, panic coating his voice My legs kept me going and I kept on running throughout the streets but his strides were too large and he soon was on me. “I’m sorry” he said, pulling me to him. I tensed at his body against mine, his arms wrapped around my waist, refusing to let go, afraid I would escape again. “I always lose control” he whispered closing his eyes. “I-didn’t want to scare you” he said slowly, opening his eyes. I looked up at him, his eyes were a deep green and had a small twinkle due to the moonlight, his gaze held mine, only to break them when he stared at my lips, then my eyes once again and then he kissed me. His warm lips melted on my mine, his lips were rough yet soft but I didn’t reciprocate his actions and stayed put, pressed against his body. His usual demeanor came out as he pulled back smiling again, obviously a bit annoyed that I was non responsive. “I see how it is” he chuckled, whispering against my neck, his hot breath traveled along my collarbone, tickling and leaving goosebumps across my skin. “Wha-what are you doing?” I asked nervously as I felt his lips in the crook of my neck. I felt his tongue lightly across my skin, and his lips puckered sucking on my skin gently. “Nothing” he said smiling slightly, ruffling my hair, he left me utterly confused, “do you want me to take you home, I mean we could still do other things” he said suggestively, suddenly pulling me to his car. He hitched up my leg and held me roughly against the hood, running his fingers inside my thigh. “Stop” I said shutting my eyes. “Sure” he said kissing my cheek. “Get in, we’re going to your house” He assured me. “Alright, but wait?! How do you know where I live, Harry that’s creepy..” I surprisingly laughed. “Is it?” He questioned looking at me from the corner of his eye. “Yes, and Harry?” I asked as he turned the corner. I paused, as he walked out, opening the door for me. “Don’t ever do that again” I said fumbling with my fingers.i looked up, expecting him to be amused and laughing. His facial expressions held deep regret but he was still pissed. “He was flirting with you” he said pulling me in by my waist. “He was not, I’m not yours anyways” I said looking into his eyes. “You will be” he said, gripping my hips with his large fingers. “You are so stub-” he cut me off with another kiss. I slightly moved, yet determined I wouldn’t kiss back, he was dangerous and I couldn’t deal with someone like him. *ring ring* his phone rang. He let go. Licking his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow he smiled, his left simple showing before he swooped in for kiss. I stood there and watched his shadow walk away. “Hello, yes get rid of him” I heard him as he shut the door of the car. I stretched my limbs and tossed in my bed, feeling soreness from last nights occurrences. So much went on last night, Harry turned aggressive against the waiter and gave him a hard beating, just because he was “flirting with me.” I really don’t understand him, he can be funny yet and dangerous and there’s times when I see glimpses of pain in his eyes, something that he’s hiding, something that makes him vulnerable. My thoughts were swirling so I got up and changed into a Tshirt and my Adidas spandex to go for a run; I needed to clear my head. I walked outside and put in my headphones and began to jog, leaving my thoughts behind. The Rhythm of my steps fell into a familiar pattern and despite the music and exercise Harry remained at the back of my mind, I thought about the kiss, how his emotions changed, and I although i still felt like I was being reckless around him, I knew he would keep me safe. He was impulsive of course, and protective, absolutely but the way he would hold my lips, almost painfully, it showed his vulnerability. At this point I wasn’t sure whether it excited me or scared me, perhaps both. Once I finished my two miles I returned back to my condo, opening the door and closing it shut with my foot. I go to the shower and began to take off my shirt and shorts, walking to my room to pick up the towels I left up my bed. Hmm, they aren’t there, I hated whenever I misplaced things, I swear I left them there… “Looking for these” a dark voice called. “What are you doing here?!” I screamed shielding my body. ” I already saw enough.” Harry smiled, looking me over as I stood in my bra and panties. “Stop looking! Close your eyes.” I told him. “Fine” he shut his eyes and covered them with his hands. I could see the smirk on his face, I took the towels from him, ready to head back to the bathroom for my shower. As I backed away slowly his hands began to part and he slowly peeked! “No no no, close them.” I said, smiling secretively. I tipped toed close to him, laughing lightly under my breath, thinking of my little evil plan I conjured. I set my body ready like a track runner beginning their race, I pushed Harry down on my bed, and then I ran. A hard “oomph” sounded from my bed, then a loud playful laugh. Trailing behind me. I ran quickly to my bathroom, and slammed it, giggling loudly because I managed to push this intimidating man to fall on my bed. “You’re going to pay for that” he growled at the foot of the bathroom door. I just laughed and began to discard my clothes for my shower. “I guess that will have to wait” I called stepping in the hot water. “Oh I will, I’m great at waiting” he said lowering his voice. Chills went throughout my body despite the hot steam, the thought of him outside while I showered was an exhilarating yet scary feeling. I knew I had to be careful around Harry; I didn’t know much about him, what he did, where he worked or his family. But I couldn’t deny the interest he gave me, he was dark and held in anger but then he could be like a giant stuffed animal, sweet and playful when you did certain things. I had watched him during certain times he talked to me, sure he was cocky but I knew he didn’t expect me to grow feelings for him, not that I did but I couldn’t explain the feelings I felt around him. I guess I liked the dangerous feeling he provided… I finished my shower and reached for the towels on the rack, wrapping my body within them. “Shit” I mouthed I didn’t think about the little trip I had to make to my room, and of course I had to pass Harry… Lovely. I shyly opened the door, peeking my head to see if Harry was nearby. No signs of him of we’re evident and I tip toed sneakily to my room. “Where do you think you’re going” he said pressing me to the wall, I felt his hands on my thigh as he perched me on the wall. My breath became labored. “L-let me down” I protested weakly. “And If I don’t” he smiled, going to my collar bones, kissing them lightly. His hand went up, teasing the inner part of my thighs. “No” I said closing my eyes. He let me down gently, kissing my cheek, before squeezing my ass. It’s not that I didn’t want him, I wasn’t sure… my inexperience was plainly obvious and quite embarrassing. In comparison to Harry i knew that i would make a complete fool of myself… Once I got dressed in jeans and a baggy knit sweater I walked out to my living room. Harry Lay there, his limbs outstretched on the couch, his lips open and his eyes shut. All the stress seemed to be gone from his face as he lay there dozing off. I inched closer, crawling on the couch, trying to not make much movement. His disheveled curls were framing his face like an angel and I was tempted to touch them, my hand circled around his curls softly, running my fingers until it met his cheeks. Harry’s eyes fluttered open slowly, a bit perplexed. “What are you doing?” He smiled, pulling me by my wrist to him. “I don’t know.” I said shyly, “you just looked so angelic” I confessed blushing. “Angelic? That’s new he said playing with my fingers. “You’re just always so.. I don’t know, angry and cold… Not all the time but I see it in your eyes” I said placing my hand on his cheek. The muscles in jaws went taut and I was afraid of his reaction. “Its nothing you have to worry about love” he said pulling me onto his lap.he moved my hair from the nape of my neck, sucking harshly, leaving red marks as he went. “Who was that on the phone?” I questioned, making him freeze. “That’s my business” he said aggressively, grinding into my hips. “N-no tell me now” He ran his hand through his curls, showing signs of stress, he obviously wasn’t telling me something and I was determined to continue my devious actions. ” y/n..” He said saying my name slowly ” I was talking about this.. Uh.. Video game I was playing.” He said laughing, crinkling his nose when he laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me! I thought you were about to kill someone” I playfully hit his arm. He caught my forearm and flipped me so I was underneath him. “Watch it love” he purred in my ear. Despite my previous aversion to him I couldn’t help but become attached to his personality, you couldn’t help but want to find out more about him. “Harry” I said breathlessly. “Yes” he said kissing my collarbone. “D-do you want to go to a drive-in theater?” I asked “Right now?” He said nervously “Yes, tough guy. Well I would have to change into something warmer and bring blankets of course.” I chimed “Okay okay” he said making a defeated gestures. He gave me an okay so I changed into warm clothing, we agreed to stop at the store for candy and things we wanted. “Get in the cart” I begged, pulling him down. “What! No!” He refused, shaking his head. “I’ll give you a surprise later..” I said winking. I never gave him a proper kiss so I thought I should tempt him and let his imagination run wild. “Fine” he said giving in, Climbing into the cart. I stifled a giggle since he looked so huge in comparison. I ran through the aisles,acting childish with him, laughing when he pretended that he was in a space shuttle. I did an abrupt turn and nearly hit a man. “Boss what are you doing?” Harry’s POV: The calm and carefree feelings I had around y/n left me when I was face to face with one of my workers. I couldn’t seem weak, but most important of all I had to shield her away from my job… These men that I grew to know where killers, if you didn’t get the job done that’s what they would do, and as head boss I never did the dirty work yet I found it so simple to “get rid” of someone at the snap of my fingers. I quickly composed myself. And acted all cheerfully. “Hey buddy” I said all friendly. “I know I beat you at golfing but I didn’t expect you to call me boss all the time.” I said chuckling. I saw y/n giggling lightly to herself, looking away biting her lip to not burst out in a fit of giggles. I turned back to him, giving him a stern look, he knew he couldn’t acknowledge me as boss in a public setting and for that, he was going to pay. “I- I’ll leave you two” he stammered, walking away cautiously. “I’ll see you around” I called over him. Shit that was a close one. “Is everyone nervous around you?” She questioned raising her eyebrow. “Are you nervous around me?” I said getting on my knees in the cart to face her. She disregarded the questions and gave the cart a hard push, losing my balance I gave her a glare, just to let her know I would get her back. Your pov: I didn’t want to answer his question, he knew all too well that he made me nervous.. The way his hands would linger on my skin, attempting to reach places that I’ve never had touched before. Harry paid for the food, refusing to let me pay on our little movie date. We drove in to the theaters, parking his convertible Audi. The movie was an old film in black and white and I was quite honestly bored so I watched Harry glimpsing at him, watched his features twitch and contort to smiles or surprised faces. “Harry” I said, “I’m gonna get one of those” I said pointing to a giant jawbreaker stand in the distance. “Okay” he said kissing my nose. I stumbled out of the car, earning a laugh from behind me. Many kids gathered around the stand, gazing in awe at the candy; random couples and single men were also nearby, jeering and cat calling the other girls. Feeling uncomfortable I bought my candy and proceeded to leave when an unknown voice called ” Now now, Where do you think your going pretty girl?” “Back to my boyfriend” I said nervously. “Boyfriend huh?” The man said looking me over, ” I don’t see him nearby” he said cackling “do you?” He said getting in my face. “Uhm I know he’s nearby” I said playing it cool, straining my neck in hopes that he would come. Just my luck, this scary individual decided to bother me when all the people had left, leaving me secluded and an easy target. His clammy hands reached for me, pulling at my arms. “Don’t touch me!” I screamed, hitting him on his chest. “It’s okay hun” he breathed on me “Get the fuck off of her” a deep voice said, Harry quickly tore the man off of me and pushed him away. “Pretty boy this is none of your business, are you the ‘boyfriend’ she was talking about” he mumbled stupidly. Harry’s shoulders were tense and his green eyes were dark and piercing. He walked over slowly, pulling out brass knuckles, and slipping them on nonchalantly. The man’s eyes began to look fearful, any traces of humor wiped of his face. ” no Harry..” I said weakly The loud sound of skin being opened was poison to my ears, and the cries of the man telling him to stop made me fearful. “Please stop” I said falling to the ground, crawling over to his leg; Shock coursed through my body yet i knew if I didn’t get him to stop he would become a murderer. Harry’s pov: the rage within me wouldn’t let me stop, each blow I gave held a deep meaning, I let out the hatred I had for myself and the shit i constantly messed up on. Dark feelings overwhelmed me and nothing could stop me from this trance. “No Harry” A soft touch and plea distracted me. Y/n was latched to my leg, tears falling down her face, I needed to stop. I’m a monster, no wonder I absolutely sucked at relationships, screwing everything up…. I let him go and picked her up. Removing my weapon from my hands. She held on to me and I closed my eyes, breathing in her scent, letting the the anger flee my system. I let her down delicately in my car, and walking to my seat. She cowered in her seat, looking up at me fearfully. “Don’t be afraid” Your pov: I let him carry me back to the car, clinging to him fearfully. Frozen, that’s what I felt, this man was he dead? Did he need help? What made it worse was it was done by Harry’s hands, judging by his expertise I knew he had done this previously. Harry set me down on the seat and walked over to his seat cautiously. “Don’t be afraid.” He said softly. His gestures were soft and slow, he reached towards my cheek but I cringed from his touch. “I’m sorry” he said pulling away. He leaned over on his steering wheel, cradling his head in his hands, pulling at his curls in a different type of anger, more like sadness and guilt.. “I- I just don’t know what comes over me” he went on ” there’s a rage I have inside of me” he said peering at me. “Can I tell you something?” I nodded and listened. “When I was younger, I had this friend named Paden, she was one of my best friends” he said smiling ” we did everything together, she was even my first kiss” he said laughing. I smiled a bit too “anyways, we grew up and stayed best friends, she helped me with girl problems and I helped her with boy problems. But I remember that one night” he said his going cold. ” I got this phone call from her…. Her voice.” He said scrunching his eyes. “She was terrified…. I had to go look for her, there she lay in alley, her clothes everywhere and she just sat there crying to herself, bawling and I can’t get it out of my head. Some low life raped her, forced her, she was my best friend? What I hate about myself is after I helped her… I was angry, I cared about her, she was basically my sister but I-I just couldn’t be around her anymore, and I left without saying goodbye. So now that I care about someone” he said turning to me. “I’m afraid, not of the men… Of you” I looked at him stunned, he was afraid… Of me? No one had ever felt that, or expressed that, I felt special, knowing that I wasn’t just a chase. “Harry” I said this softly touching his cheek. “Don’t be afraid of me, of us” I said straddling his lap, I ran my fingers on his plump lips, and leaned down to kiss him, intertwining my fingers through his auburn curls. He kissed me back longingly, wrapping his hands around my waist, pulling me impossibly close to his warm chest. He broke away from the kiss, out I breath. “I think we should go somewhere else” he pointed out at the deserted lot. “Okay” I said timidly. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to go somewhere to do other activities, I mean I wasn’t naïve I knew what sex was but I wasn’t experienced, and definitely not ready. I got off his lap and let him start the engine, his hand played with my knee and I giggled but he was cheeky, his hand going up ever so slowly…. He kept pressure on the inside of thigh, massaging the insides teasing me relentlessly; those hands Harry had… They were beautiful… I had never seen a man with that great of hands and regardless of my opposition to sex I found myself wanting him during the car ride, I shifted in my seat feeling myself throb, “are we almost there?” I said impatiently. “Yes” he said chucking, smug with his abilities. He parked his car at a lovely flat, jogging around and opening the door for me. “Thanks” I blushed reaching for his extended hand. He tugged at my arm pulling my body once again, wasting no time and showing his lust. Harry picked me up, wrapping both of my thighs around his waist. Our lips melted together once again, more deeper and hungrier, opening our mouths and accepting each other in a different way. Without much motion we were in his flat, he dropped me down on his bed and returned to me, crawling above me. “I know you’re not ready” he said assuring me ” but I can make you feel good other ways” he said tracing his finger along my clothed centre. I let him proceed with his actions, he took of my shirt softly kissing my arms and collar bones, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. “Harry” I moaned as he took my breasts in his hands, lovingly he kissed both of them, wrapping his lips over them, sucking gently. I reached for his curls as he head south. “I want you with only boxers” I said wanting to see him shirtless. He quickly tore off his shirt, and jeans, he was perfect, his chest with tattoos that complimented his muscular physique. Returning back to me I kissed his chest shyly. “Y/n this is about you” he said laying me down. My chest heaved. As he went down, peeling off my lace panties. Green eyes met my (y/c eyes) ones, he flicked his tongue on my opening, tasting me, he went faster and deeper, nibbling on my clit every once in a while to send me over the edge, “Harry, oh gosh” I sighed feeling this unfamiliar heat in my body, my thighs wrapped around his face as he inserted his fingers, thrusting them in quickly. The knot in my body was undone and a wave I pleasure swept across my body. “How do you do that?” I asked in amazement. He smiled, falling next to me kissing my lips softly. I snuggled up to his chest. “I have to go..” I said getting up. “Stay the night” he said facing me, brushing my hair out of my face. “Alright” ****** next morning “What did I tell you about coming to my flat, you fucking call me first” His voice was strained, low and dark “you can’t come to my flat like this, you’re one of my closest guys but I’ve told you this before. Leave there’s someone here.” “Sorry boss, it was urgent… The others are pissed at your proposition” the voice said worried. “I don’t care, I’ll deal with it later… I told you someone is here with me” “Oh-oh right. A girl?” He asked interested “Leave. Now.” He slammed the door and walked his way over, I could here the footsteps coming towards his room. Pretending I was asleep, he laid back down with me, nuzzling up to my neck. He sang softly in my ear “Step one you say we need to talk He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame And you begin to wonder why you came Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life” His voice held pain and a story, the raspy tones tearing at the beautiful song making the melody rich and velvety. “You sing so beautifully” I said turning to him, ghosting my lips against his “you’re like an angel” “I’m not any angel love” he said coldly, moving away. “you’re like a fallen angel dark and mysterious but I know you’re gentle on the inside… my angel” I said kissing his lips gingerly. His lips fell softly in sync with mine, and he lightly sucked on my bottom lip. “Harry…” I said pulling away. “I really like you… And I was hoping if we could meet each others families?” His arm tensed around my waist… “I- I haven’t really talked to my mother much” he confessed “Why not?” I asked “I don’t know… She’s not proud of certain things I’ve done …. My uhh career path” “What do you do Harry?” Asking him cautiously.. He tightened his grip slightly around me. “I do business deals…He said roughly. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but I knew he wouldn’t tell me more, although he dropped the barrier of emotions I knew this would be harder to break… The only way I would find out is meeting his mom. **** in a few weeks I smoothed out my dress, fiddling with the hem due to my nervousness. Looking over I saw Harry, chewing on his lip and tapping his steering wheel at the red light. “It’ll be alright hazz” I said reaching for his hand. He smiled his dimples poking holes in his cheeks, “I know” he said soothingly, rubbing circles with his thumbs. We arrived at Anne’s house and knocked on the door. She opened the door and smiled, looking at us warmly, “I’ve missed you Harry” she hugged him. She was gorgeous, bright emerald eyes and brown hair just like his. “And who might this be?” She winked at him. “Uhm this is y/n” he coughed awkwardly. She embraced me in a warm hug “nice to meet you Anne, I can call you that right?” “Oh of course sweetie!” She assured me. “Come right in” we situated ourselves in her dining room, preparing the dinner table. Harry, Anne and robin caught up in their daily lives and what they had been doing. I listened politely watching Harry’s Adam’s apple bob or his lips move softly together. “I can see you watching me” he said hotly in my ear. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, his hand crawled up thigh, pulling at my panty line. I gulped as his hand ran up my slit, making goosebumps fall across my skin. “Harry” his mom called “Yes mum?” He responded smoothly. “I know you don’t like me bringing it up but are you still doing those business deals…” She said choking up a bit. His hand quickly retreated and balled in a fist. I looked at his face, the vein in his neck and temple bulged in anger. “Then why did you bring it up?” he said looking at me. “Because I don’t want you to get hurt!” She yelled “it’s dangerous and you know it’s not worth it!” She looked at me in realization “Does she even know?” Harry looked at me in disbelief, shocked at the turn of events. His mom stared between us, and whispered silently. “She doesn’t know” she went on hysterically ” how could you do that, she’s in danger… We’re in danger” she said waving her arms in the air. “Wh-what are you talking about!” I yelled confused. “Harry, tell me now” I said defiantly. He grabbed my wrist tugging in it, signaling we should leave. “Hazz!” Anne called. He stopped in his tracks looking over his shoulder in pain and anger “promise me” she said looking at him in his eyes “that you’ll change, for her” she said, nodding her head in my direction. He turned on his heel without saying goodbye, his appearance smoldering and intimidating, the Harry that had his guard up… The one that I tried to break down, there was something rooted deeply than I had realized, not problems with his family but something he couldn’t get out of. My eyes become clouded with tears, I didn’t understand what chains harry had upon him, I wanted to be that key that let him go. “Harry pull over” I said bravely. “Y/n you don’t understand” “Make me understand!” I yelled. He finally pulled over, a dark glint in his eyes. “I’m in the mafia” “W-what?” I stuttered in disbelief “I’m in the mafia” Harry said bitterly. “I’m basically a mobster, are you afraid of me now? You see y/n” he said chucking cynically, “that man that I beat up? That was absolutely nothing, it was too easy to do… I could have just went on and ki-” “Don’t say that” I snapped at him. “Why?” He said grabbing my shoulders gently. “Because I know you wouldn’t, I saw the regret in your eyes, maybe… I’m wrong…” I said quietly “but when you looked at me… I saw you come back, come back to me” I said moving my lips to his. He held on my waist tightly, smoothing his hands across my back. “I’m not sure i can leave” he said gravely. ” I’m not sure i want to leave” he said sternly. I disrupted his train of thought, pouncing on him, kissing him feverishly. Lips on skin moving hotly against one another. He didn’t stop me, I took of his shirt in a haste, my brain telling me I could show him I care, maybe it was shallow but sometimes physical displays were something easily explained. I sucked at his chest, and collarbones, paying special attention to his tattoos, running my tongue softly across them. Harry’s breath was shallow as I began to go down. I unbuckled his belt, tearing it off along with his pants, looking at his bulge a but intimidated. “Y/n, you don’t have to do this” I silenced him with a hard kiss. Fisting his curls in my hand, he leaned in and sat me on his lap, making out, lust filling the actions of his tongue against mine. My hand reached down to his boxers, pulling out his length, stroking it in my hands, he moaned into the kiss and let me go. My mouth traveled to his cock, it stood up, I swallowed of my nervousness, but I went on determined. I circled my tongue around the base licking underneath, running my tongue along the tip. His hips bucked in approval, I looked at him and smiled before wrapping my lips around him. “Shit, I love your mouth” he groaned huskily. I worked up him up, rolling my hand up and down the area I couldn’t fit in my mouth, as I went on, his hands fisted in my hair, his stomach flexing and containing a light sheen of sweat “Fuck” he groaned, the rasp in his voice cutting off the word His cock twitched in my mouth and he released, sighing from pleasure. I swallowed for him, knowing it would turn him on. I got up once again to face him, “How do you manage to look so innocent after that” he chuckled, touching my face. I blushed embarrassed,” I just wanted to show you I care… I wanted to do it… For you… I mean, I’ve never done it before but I wanted to….” He touched my lips softly, playing with my jutted lip. “Will you leave for me hazz?” He ruffled his disheveled curls, smoothing it away from his face as they stuck lightly to his forehead from my previous actions. His hands trembled slightly, one hand fell to his temple, rubbing it softly to alleviate stress. “It’s basically impossible” he said thinking out loud. “But, you can’t live this way forever, I won’t let you…. If I have to stay with you… I will, I don’t care about the danger… I just want you” Harry’s pov: I never took much thought that I was endangering her life, that each time I went out with her the risk of being caught by an enemy could easily regard y/n as a target, knowing that it would she’s someone I cared about. Never before have I cared about women, usually they were meaningless, both of us using each other for our primal needs of sex. Nothing was sentimental. Never. I looked at her, straight in her eyes, streaming my memories like camera, what seemed like a few days became months, I wanted more… I wanted to be that man in her life and I knew I couldn’t fully give her what she deserved if I stayed in the mafia. “I’ll do it” Your pov: “I’ll do it” his raspy tone holding pain and worry. He licked his lips, smoothing it over to soothe his slightly chapped skin. “Harry, please tell your mom though, I can tell she’s worried sick” I said. “That’s my business” he said cutting me off. He pinned my arms and held on to my wrists, my chest rising from his sudden change in mood, his eyes zeroed on my neck, moving his pump pink lips, sucking harshly leaving his mark as his. “If I’m doing this for you… “He said voice hard “you’re mine” “Stop being Over protective” I said coldly, “let me do what I want” He let go of me, starting the car wordlessly and began to drive to my flat, his temper was clearly evident and I knew it was something I had to become accustomed to. He parked the car across the street, parking his range rover alongside the curb. Despite his dark and cold manner it was sexy, his green eyes piercing, he strolled over to my side of the car, opening the door, pulling me hard to his body. Instinctively, I latched on, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me against the cool of the door, pressing his forehead and sighed. “I love you” he whispered in a raspy tone. “I love you too” he pressed a feather light kiss to my lips, lingering there for a second or too before taking my lips between his… I smiled when we broke away, taking his large hand in mine, interlocking fingers. We turned the corner to my flat, a weight off our shoulders. “Shit” I hand tugged at mine. Pulling me along in panic. “Run” The usual composure he maintained vanished, he wasn’t so concerned about himself but about my well-being picking me up from the ground and hitching me over his shoulders, determined to the reach the car quickly. “Shit shit shit” he cursed, juggling his car keys within his clumsy hands. His brows were scrunched up in fear, he never thought a confrontation would come so quickly. “What going on, was that them?” I asked “they’re at my flat…” I said in shock, whipping my head to look behind us. Our presence had gone unnoticed but the danger and the intended searches were now come to our knowledge. Harry being the boss of these men was constantly targeted, “It’s them, I never meant them to find your place…. Or you” he said weakly. Relaxation hit me, they say those soft kisses and the slight details of affection, holding hands to slight caresses on the cheek. “Where will we go?” I asked. “Uhhh” he drawled, “I’m not sure… A hotel? My place isn’t safe love, I’m sure they checked there first” he said amused, rubbing his temples. “Well I guess it’s a good time to meet my parents.” He gave me a panicked look, more than at had been when we saw these mobsters. “Harry!” I giggled, “it’s like I proposed to chop your hair off” I said flicking his hair gently. He gave a genuine smile, his cheeks showing his lovely dimples. **** parents house***** “Hi mom” I called into the house ” I brought I guest” I warned her “Hi y/n, who is this guest? she said coming into view. “Oh I see” she said giving me a thumbs up. ” nice to meet you mrs. Y/last name, I see where your daughter gets her good looks from” he said flirtatiously. I couldn’t help but laugh in response as my mother blushed slightly. “Is this your boyfriend?” She said excited. “Yes, mom and I know this is last minute and If you have a problem with it I get it” I went on nervously, “but can harry and I stay over? we can’t stay at his or mine because of uhh..” I dragged on, thinking of something to say. “Because, uhm….apparently we stepped into something toxic and we can’t go into our flats.” He said a smirk tugging on his lip, a complete lie. I hit him on the back softly, trying hard not to laugh. ” yeah of course, you’re old enough y/n calm down” she said “I trust you” she added with a wink. Later on we went to my old room, the decor was girly and embarrassing, causing laughter to erupt from Harry. “How cute” he said walking around, it was an odd scene, tall Harry that was so strong and manly in a lavender colored room. He strode over to his side of my bed, laying down on his side. His arms held at my waist and his front pressed on my back, feather light kisses being applied to my neck. I softly sighed, turning around and meeting his green eyes. Deep like a forest with miles of complexity hidden within them. His hand slid up my side, running them past the curves of my body until they met my lips, running a large digit across my Open mouth. Pink lips came closer to me, he licked them once and pressed them against mine, his curls tickling my face as he slowly heated our kiss. He pulled back slowly, grinning but it faded away. “I’m meeting with my men tomorrow” A curtain of sadness fell over me, My face lowering down and my eyes drifting away from his stare. There was a suggestion I was willing to make, although i knew it wouldn’t delight him. “Can I go?” I asked glancing up at him. His eyes narrowed about and the grip he had on my waist tightened, causing slight discomfort on my hip bones. “That’s not even a suggestion I’m willing to consider” he said firmly “But Harry, I’ve been around your men before! I mean… Don’t you remember when you basically smashed me against the mall” I said smiling. I earned a smug smile in response, his lips tugging up into a cute grin. “Oh please” he said jokingly “I was just seducing you” he said touching my cheek gently. I returned back to my serious proposition. “Please” I whispered, intertwining my fingers through his hair an gently rubbing his scalp. He shut his eyes, thinking and relaxing, allowing the soft movement of my fingers so soothe his stress. “Okay” he murmured. “But ” he said deeply. ” it’ll be at where you work once again, so I can watch you, maybe you can give me a twirl…” He said referring back to his comment that he wanted me not those strippers. I laughed and smacked his chest playfully, pulling away from him. Harry pulled me back hard, my chest against his and held me, knowing that tomorrow would determine that fate of his future. That night he was restless, tossing and turning, talking in his sleep, rambling nonsense. Even worries caught up to him in his sleep, it worried me to see him like this, but I knew I couldn’t do anything at all. ** In the morning*** Dressed in all black, a dark dress shirt tucked in with dark grey pants, fitting him impeccably, accenting his lean and incredible physique. The line of his body made him look tall and powerful, the suit jacket adding prestige and leadership qualities I had never noticed before. Only did his curly hair add a gentle touch but in this attire he was absolutely flawless, I absolutely adored his casual clothing but this made him look impeccable, in a way I couldn’t explain. I drove to work separately that day, setting up for the late hours of the gentleman’s club. It was like déjà vu, the men all entered and my eyes directly fell with Harry’s. Beats of my heart quickened his eyes meet mine, he looked up and smiled, assuring me it was going to be okay. I ushered myself over to their table “What would you like to drink?” I smiled at Harry politely ” two vodka bottles” I smiled at the private joke. I hurried to get the bottles and glasses, preparing the drinks and bringing them to the congregation of men. I returned them back and he asked if I had any Cough drops, Random, I thought but went to see if any of my co workers had any. It took me nearly 20 minutes to find a cough drop. A Scream of fear echoed from the bar. “Harry!” The scream erupted from my lungs, and my legs led me to the open space within the middle region of the bar. Chaos sounded throughout the room, feet shuffling and frequent shouts over crowding the small area, making the large space seem like a claustrophobic trap. The men crowded around someone, the object of blows and kicks combined with cold laughter. He lay on the floor in pain, holding grasping his side in pain. Never had I seen him so vulnerable, his cheekbones bruised as well as his beautiful lips stained crimson. “No, no” I pushed past them in disgust. “How could you” I yelled at them, tears clouding my eyes. Bending over to assist Harry. Holding him protectively, he softly pleaded to the men, begging them to let me go. Harry’s pov: I was dreading tonight, anxiety filling my every thought, not only worrying about myself but of y/n and others. I crackled my knuckles to release my tension before starting the meeting. “Well” I said smoothly, ” I’ve been your boss for some years… But I have to leave” I said getting straight to the point “For a vacation?” Joe cackled “Shut up” I silenced him “Leaving the mafia” “Do you know what this means? ” someone said arching an eyebrow “Yes, you’re going to beat the living shit out of me, but listen it’s because of a women, I can’t do this all my life, I have to get my priorates sorted out” I reasoned. “Blood in blood out” They began to attack, holding me in a deadlock, of course I began to fight back, punching each new fighter but they were too many and I knew I was going to lose. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t leave my past and I hoped they would pity me, realize that I deserved to live not die at the hands of others. **** “He’s your boss and you do this? After he did all this shit for you” I cursed, fury and pain motivating my speech, ” why can’t you let him be happy with me…?” I stared at them square in the eyes. Harry’s weak whisper told me to stop was constantly repeated in my ear, fearing the merciless actions of these gangsters. “Look here” said one of them, ” Harry’s been great, but there’s always a deal” he said steely, “he can’t just leave like this, it’s protocol” he added chuckling, He whipped out a gun, a smug smirk in his face, pointing exactly at Harry. He laughed at us, a dark amusement glinting into his eyes. Slowly and teasingly he cocked his gun, my incoherent cries left my lips begging for him to change his mind…. “Well well we have a girl Harry actually likes, that’s a first. He usually just fucks her good and then he gets rid if her” they laughed in unison “you must be different” he said taking me in. Harry’s low and uneven breaths sounded next to me, I tried to shield him as much as I can fearing the worst of his fate. “Man please don’t do this” he said weakly “for us” he said looking at me. He smiled at Harry, and raised his gun once again. Time slowed and I could see him in my head pull the trigger, I was never one to be brave but Harry was so beautiful and just so precious, whether be could see it himself or not. “I’m fucking with you” he laughed dropping the gun “Harry we just wanted to beat you up like you did to us, get up ‘boss’” he mocked. He reached for Harry, pulling him,. He winced painfully but a smile creeped on his face. “Fuck you” he cursed punching him weakly. I was in utter disbelief, they had horrible manners and I was absolutely livid. “You’re so rude, I feel like slapping you to be honest” I fumed. “Hey hey now” he piped, ” I could have killed your little pretty boy” he said squeezing his cheeks. “Ugh joe calm yourself” he said wearily. Still being angry I stalked off to the car, not caring that this whole fiasco played out and he was still very injured. Little grunts if pain let me know he was shuffling behind me, I took his keys from the ground and opened the door starting the car and waiting for him to get in. We made way back to his flat. I acted like it was my own place, unlocking the door and heading over to his room,changing my clothes into something more comfortable, a large Tshirt of Harry’s. “Well well then, someone eager” he managed to say. “Excuse me?” I just went through hell and I was ready to take your bullet and you’re joking about this?” Tears falling from my eyes, “I have never even thought of saving someone in the name of love, god I sound stupid but it’s true” He stood wordlessly on the door frame, his eyes in disbelief, a tear slowly made way down his face. Shocked he raised his hand to his face and stared at the water accumulated. I was breathing heavily, apprehensive of his actions as he cautiously made his way towards me. I moved way angered “Don’t move” He stared deeply into my eyes, never breaking our connection. There was an inexplicable hold he had attained, I couldn’t describe it but i knew they were shared. Both of us enduring the same sort of lingering sentiments. One touch stroke of his hands and I was nimble under his touch, suppressing a cry of pleasure when he made his way down to my sex, pulling his fingers across them tantalizingly movements that caused my body to flow with excitement. “H- Harry” I blinked up at him as he attached his full lips on my neck, removing all our articles of clothing. This time I knew we would physically mark each other as one another’s, completely making our bodies vulnerable. Our lips moved, burning and parting in the heat movement, hands fisted in each others hair and wandered, touching and exploring every inch of flushed skin. I pushed his head down, knowing what his lips were capable of and greedy for his perfect succulent lips. Pulling on his curls I watched him flick his tongue against my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.. He added a finger, knowing that he had to stretch me out, he knew I was a Virgin, the thing was I was nervous but comfortable. I knew that Harry loved my body and would take care of me, being sweet and loving with each and every move he made. My moans became more frequent and my hips met him to meet his large hands, his left hand spanned across my stomach, keeping my body down. “Slow love” he said deeply. My mouth parted feeling myself orgasm, he pulled his long fingers. Sucking on them, I gasped at his actions, pulling him towards me. He spread my legs with his knees, kissing down the valley of my breasts. He positioned himself, looking up at me for approval. I nodded, and gulped unaware of what I would feel. He inserted his tip, groaning as he went deeper, relishing the tightness. At first it didn’t hurt, until he met a barrier, he pressed a kiss to my lips and thrusted gently. I mumbled a cry of pain against his lips, he silenced them. Kissing me softly, relieving the pain I felt. Harry’s pov: I began to move in slow languid movements, I knew I couldn’t lose control, y/n meant more to me than anyone I ever had sex with. I could hardly label this as solely sex, because of the passion and love held between our bodies. Everything felt so good, her tightness surrounding my cock, her velvety folds losing control and clenching around me. I held her hips tightly, smoothing my hands across her thighs and hitching them atop my shoulders in order to get back a better angle. Both of our bodies were crumbling in unison, trembling and twitching with our evident release. “Yes babe” I moaned. I reached down and rubbed her clit quickly, she sighed in approval and clenched tightly, causing our releases to flow across our bodies. We panted our breaths and chests heaving from love making. “Harry?” Y/n croaked “Yes?” I murmured, pulling her chest to mine. ” I love you” she said pressing her lips to the base of my throat. “I love you too” I said smoothing out her hair. Your pov: “I love you too” my lips felt the deep vibrations in his throat, remembering that feeling and sound, engraining it in my memory. “I’m sorry I was mad” I apologized, touching his side gently, realizing he was still hurt. He smiled beautifully, a slight sadness fanning across his face. I stroked his face gently. “What’s wrong?” His eyes teared up, his barriers collapsing down. I cradled him in my arms, holding his large body within mine. Tears fell against my cheeks, hurting to see him this way. “Baby tell me” ******** “Baby tell me” I whispered, moving his messy curls from his eyes. He blinked slowly, composing and wiping the tears with the back of his hands… “Let them fall” I murmured soothingly, taking his hand into mine. Harry was so child like, his shoulders slumped onto my body. “I-I don’t know if I can repair anything anymore” he whispered, swallowing back more tears ” my mum” he said attempting to maintain composure. “She wouldn’t forgive me, nor would she believe me” “You have to go make things right, you’re just going to have to show your changing, it’s the only way” I rubbed his back soothingly. He straightened up a bit, hovering over me, “I’m just afraid, my temper…. You’ve seen it before… My fear is that you’ll see it again and I can’t bear to lose you or harm you in any way” I remembered back to those previous occasions, when he beat up the waiter for his suspicions of flirting. Or when the dark anger consumed him, coaxing him away from reality and he acted business like, unemotional and unforgiving. I gulped slightly and kissed his neck gently. “I’m not sure you could hurt me” I smiled. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and he pinned my wrists, “you should be afraid” he said taking the delicate skin of my neck between my lips and sucking harshly. I was used to this by now, arching my body into his as he left a love bite marked in my skin. The thing Is I lied, I was afraid. Despite his willingness to change I knew there was events in the past that he couldn’t erase and an aggressive personality that originated due to the requirements of his job. I wriggled around his body as he let me go, wrapping my arms around his bare back, running my fingers along his smooth skin. “Don’t ever leave me, I’ll go insane” he said in a raspy tone. I couldn’t promise him anything so I kept quiet and pecked his cheek. “We need to go see Anne” “Now?” He groaned “Now” *** Later that day I made Harry call up his mom, although he groaned I knew that he wanted to speak to Anne. He used to be a mommy’s boy. “Yeah I remember when I was 15 and she would make me a nice dinner and we would watch a film on Sunday and I would just cuddle, my arms around her.” He smiled “That’s so cute, you’re adorable” he raised his brow apprehensively. “I’m not cute anymore” he said stepping closer. “No you still are” I teased at him. Pulling him by his shirt. He chuckled, wrapping his large hands around my waist. Backing me up against the wall, his usual intimidating move I would say…. Gripping both of my thighs he whispered hotly into m hear, his voice going low, “Am I still cute?” His breath tickled my neck. “Yes” I said breathlessly, he never failed to make my heart race, and making my head spin. He could easily distract me, with that husky voice that send tingles along my skin, making me go into a trance. “We need to go soon” I groaned when his lips kissed along my neck. “Hmm?” He mumbled continuing his exploration. I pushed him lightly, pushing him on his chest. Running away to the bathroom. “I need to shower” I teased. “I can help” he said cheekily. I giggled in response,” nope” I said emphasizing the p. We both go ready separately, giving each other pecks on the lips or random but grabs and caresses. I guess we would fit the stereotypical “couple in love” but we weren’t… Once we finished getting ready we slipped into his car, driving across the picturesque green fields and entering Holmes chapel, Cheshire. His hair flowed around his face, moving in the wind, an soft auburn hue to the warm sunlight. Getting out of the car we held hands, walking down the walk way to his door. The door was strangely open, Harry looked perplexed, cautiously opening the door with his finger. “Mum?” He called I followed suit. The house was a was mess, things on the floor, there was a fight. Someone had been here. He entered frantically into his house, searching and tossing things aside as if she was hiding. “No, no” he ran his hand through his hair, threatening to pull out his hair.” This is not happening” he paced back and forth. “What’s happening harry?” I asked panicked. “I can’t deal with your stupid questions right now” he grabbed my wrist and pushed me down on the couch. “Just stay there” he growled emphasizing each word. Absolute shock was evident in my expression, my mouth agape, had he really just done that? I closed my mouth, my chin trembling from pain and anger. I stayed put on the couch, not really sure why I should…. Realizing this I picked up my things and calling taxi. Harry’s pov: Images of my mother vulnerable and defenseless flooded in my imagination, I had to find her, maybe I was being ridiculous and she was somewhere in here searching for something herself. I looked in every room except my old one. A creak of the wood sounded as I stepped inside, taking in the walls of childhood… A note was on the bed in stuff handwriting, “Harry Harry, you thought you could get away. You have that wrong young lad… Your men were too compliant in letting you go, but me? I have no camaraderie with you whatsoever, so naturally I decided I couldn’t let you off loose. Meet me in London, you know where - Riddle ” My fingers clenched around the paper, dropping it, my fists slamming into the glass of the picture frame beside my bed. Shattered pieces stained with blood spread throughout the floor, the picture of my mother and I laid there secluded from the shards of glass. “Fuck” I cursed. Going down the stairs I called for y/n. “Hey y/n are you-” I was talking to no one at all, for she had vanished. Your pov: Harry’s actions streamed through my mind, I couldn’t find his justification, there had been signs of a disorder and chaos but he was known to overreact and panic, becoming possessive. Regardless I loved him, but I couldn’t take it, when those dark emerald eyes and those perfect lips insulted me, I couldn’t stay…. Sitting in the taxi cab, tears silently rolled down my face. My telephone broke the silence buzzing energetically, it was Harry calling. I was tempted to answer, to tell him I was done with his behavior, i let him know I didn’t need any more scrutiny in my life, his remarks about me being stupid added a painful reminder of past events. I pressed ignore and threw my phone in my purse. Harry’s pov: Quickly, I dialed her number, each ring causing me to tap my foot in annoyance. It abruptly stopped sending me to voicemail. “Hey it’s y/n” her cheerful voice chimed, “I’ll get back to you maybeeee” she laughed and let the tone take over. I leaned my head against the wall. “Y/n…. I’m really sorry. I panicked… Please tell me where you are. I need to know, I’m afraid for your safety. Just call me, my mum is in danger. I-I love you” I ended the call, taking a deep breath, raking my fingers throughout my hair. The thing is I had to rescue my mother, and perhaps y/n not knowing would be the best thing. I silently thanked myself for fucking up and being brutal to her. This is why I was afraid of being in love, afraid that one action would mess everything up, tumbling down in ruins. ********* Opening the car door I got in, and reached in the trunk, I still had my weapons. It was time to head to London. In an hour I was in London, roaming the busy streets. Undecided, I decided to call Harry, Going to my recent contacts and pressing the button to call. “Pick up, pick up” I whispered out loud. Harry’s pov: at this time I had made it to London, knowing the exact destination where riddle would be located. A dark empty building that used to be a factory, I had been there before… *flashback* My hands were behind my back, my mouth bound in order to keep me silenced. Bright lights blinded my eyes, I squinted, noticing a figure coming in the distance. “Well, well, well” a cold voice mused. “It’s he pretty boy styles, I heard you were an up and coming honorary member if the mafia” he came into view, his face matching his tone of voice, jet black hair and glacier blue eyes. He laid a cold finger on me, mockingly running his finger along the substantial injuries I had obtained, “I won’t kill you, you may prove to be valuable” with that, he let me go. **** end of flashback Loud vibrations interrupted my thoughts, I glanced down to see my phone illuminated, showing y/n’s number. “Hello?” I answered “Oh gosh Harry” she breathed, ” I overreacted, I’m so sorry…. What’s doing on? I’m so worried” she rambled on. “Y/n I need to take care of some business” I swallowed. “Does-does the mafia have something to do with this?” She asked fearfully. “It always does, but it’s our enemy…” My voice shook, “he has my mother” I heard a gasp, “love, I need to do this, just know I love you and I’ll try to come back …. For you.” She became hysterical “no Harry, babe… Don’t do this, you know that you’ll be outnumbered.” “I love you” i said ending the call I hung up and shut my eyes, rubbing my temples at the stoplight. It’s funny how life changes, you think it’s perfect right? Nope, not for me… Throughout my life my mothers divorce effected me, I sought out companionship, situating me in a dangerous an lethal group. But I was young, at the age 18 I was their prized possession, I was charming and had looks, a perfect gangster, one that could be a businessmen and a killer. I parked by the building, opening my trunk and tucking my weapons within the pockets of my black trench coat, having semiautomatic and automatic weapons. They would have weapons too, and being outnumbered was a given. My main goal was to get my mum out, whether it meant my life was lost in the process, I didn’t care, I knew I should but I couldn’t help but think y/n could do better, perhaps she was right, and I was too possessive but life had taught me that the women in my life could be easily snatched from another man. The pads of my shoes made little noise, I navigated around the buildings, cautiously moving throughout the maze of old factory appliances to find where my mother was held captive. Your pov: In no time I was in London and had no idea where I was going… Then I remembered something, I remember a slight cringe when we passed a certain a beat up old factory. I had to start there, I sped on the streets, getting there within seconds. Jackpot, his black range rover parked alongside the hidden curb. “Oh shit” I whispered to myself as I walked in. Following the voices I peered around, making sure no one was in sight, my heart racing from the possibilities of getting caught. It was too good to be true, too long without any disturbances. Out of no where A hand wrapped around my face. My breath hitched in my throat,a scream beginning to build up in my throat. Whoever was behind me sensed it. “Sh shh” he said annoyed he let me go an I realized he was one of the men Harry worked with. I let out a small sigh of relief. “What are you doing here” he whispered, “you know Harry would be pissed” “I can’t let him die like this, you have to help him” I pleaded, latching on to his shirt. “I am, I am” he said waving his hand ” there’s other men here, he didn’t tell us but we found out he had Anne and she’s a kind lady, this can’t happen to her…” He trailed off. “That’s why I came” I whispered. “I know y/n, but please he would want you to stay safe” “But I can’t, it may be dangerous love, but love is live and you do crazy things when you’re in love.” Harry’s pov: I finally got the place where my mum was being held, she was in good condition but her hands and legs were secured to a chair. Slowly I made my way over, her head shot up panicked. I held my pointer finger in front of my lips to make her stay quiet she nodded understandingly and made my way closer. Just before I reached for her, her eyes widened and I felt a sharp blow to my head. Blackness. Your pov: Loud laughter echoed of the walls, our heads turned in unison, hearing the chuckle of success. “Oh my gosh” I sobbed silently, holding my hand to my mouth. “Shh” he silenced me, he took my hand and made us go closer. “He’s not dead” We peeked around the corner and there he lay, anne sat there in shock look at his body extended awkwardly from the fall, his mouth opened as if he were sleeping, but I could still see movement in his chest, giving me hope to proceed. “We have to get going” He held his gun in his hand, unafraid at the possibility of using a Lethal weapon. I gulped, the idea didn’t seem to be to bother me, whatever kept Harry safe. It’s funny how you can reason the use of violence for the safety of someone you love. “Let’s go” I said determined. Spotting the group of men I froze, could I really do this, but as I saw Harry stir I knew if we didn’t do something, Anne would also get hurt. Most likely if he came out alive he would blame himself, that’s what he always did. “This is what we’ll do” he whispered to me intently, “you’re going to go out and distract them, be charming and stupid, hopefully Harry will be unconscious and I’ll began to slowly get them out? I’ll come back and hopefully the other men arrive so you’ll be safe and protected by us, are you willing to risk it?” “Yes” I made way to the men, déjà vu flooded my senses, but I knew the men I was headed towards weren’t the same. Despite the first time I met Harry, I knew he was dangerous, yes but I knew he would never hurt me, and I liked the danger it’s what made him so intriguing. “Hi” I interrupted, standing feet apart. “Hey babe” the most powerful one chuckled, which I presumed was riddle, “what can I help you with?” He looked me over. Knowing I had to keep my cool I stepped a bit closer, toying with my hair. Harry was hopefully being hauled out along with his mother. “I need some advice” I made up, “you see someone told me to come here, they said you’re absolutely miraculous and you could recommend me for a job, like a model or something” I said trying my best not to sound awkward. “Hmm” he pursed his lips, taking a moment to think allowing his eyes to scan my body. “I’m not sure who…. Recommended you to come to me, but I’m glad they did. Sweetie” he said rather sweetly, I tried not to cringe ” I know a perfect place for you, you’d be a star dancer at a prestigious club I attend, would you like that?” “Yes, of course” I lied, I peered down at my phone, looking for a hopeful sign that they were finished. “Uhm do you happen to know when I could apply there or when you could take me?” The other men chuckled at me. “I’ll make some time for you, I’m currently dealing with unfinished business” he began to stand up and I could feel my palms turn slick, the panic becoming overwhelming. “What may that be?” I questioned, obviously overstaying my visit. “You don’t want to know” he smiled. He got closer and propped my chin up with his finger, “hmm” his dark eyes took in mine, “you look oddly familiar, I believe I’ve seen you somewhere” “Have you?” I whispered, gulping down. On cue my phone buzzed and I steppe out of his reach. “He’s out. we’re coming” the text said. I let out of breath of air and smiled. “Y/n” my body froze, the smile lay on riddle’s face. He knew who I was. I sucked in a breath, the fact that he knew who i was decreased my chances of escaping. For a fact, I knew he would use me, to get to Harry. Gosh, Please don’t let Harry escape I thought, he’s the type that would be violent towards his own friends, just to ensure my safety. “Yes?” I collected my thoughts. He “tsks” a few times, walking around my figure, the other mobsters watching expectantly. “Wouldn’t Harry be sooo devastated if something happened to his precious girlfriend?” He stroked my hair gently. I cringed from his touch, sickened that he would use me, but as of now I cared for Harry’s safety. Insane? Perhaps but I couldn’t help but have a small smile on my face knowing I had done something for someone, a selfless act to so to say. “Now what should we do to her boys?” He raised an eyebrow, turning away from me. “Shit” I muttered inaudibly. Giving up was not an option, and my time was slipping away. “Fuck this.” I turned away from them, not caring about the response of my fate. I would make my own. My legs carried me away, the wind whistles in my ears from the pace at which was going at. Adrenaline was coursing from my veins, the ruckus behind me seemed so slow and quiet but when my leg buckled I wasn’t quite so sure what occurred. Consequently I fell to the floor, my hands catching my fall. “No, no” I looked down at my thigh, my jean had a bullet hole an the blood had accumulated quickly. Time slowed and the pain began to flood my senses. My ears were muffled causing the scene around me to appear slow and movie-like. Men were moving all around me, chaos unraveling as I became weak, I was losing my touch with reality I felt my eyes become lidded and soon found myself losing consciousness, the flowing of blood out of system was occurring a rapid speed, i knew he had hit my femoral artery causing the quick weakening of m body. Tears began to sting my eyes, I wasn’t regretful at all, saving Anne and Harry was rewarding and I had no regrets whatsoever. But i realized i had lived in a fairy tale, the innocent girl falls in love with the bad boy, risks her life for love. None of these stories end in tragedy, but I was certain mine would. For that reason I seemed foolish, never taking necessary precautions in my actions,for that I was regretful. Silence, and darkness. My words holding pain as I called one last time. “Harry” I whispered. Harry’s pov: I began to regain consciousness, finding myself wincing in pain. Expecting to see riddle before me I braced myself. “It’s okay harry” the men around me were all ones I knew. “Mum” I saw her waiting, her face tense and anxiety filling her features. “I’m glad you’re awake” she said distracted. “What’s wrong?” I asked circling my head around, everyone avoiding my gaze. Frustration began to get the best of me, wondering why everyone was ignoring me, all of then equipping themselves with weapons. A gunshot was heard inside causing everyone’s head to shoot up. “Fuck y/n” they all ran inside, my body went cold, and I followed in pursuit. “No you don’t” a group of men held me down. “Let go of me now” I yelled in fury, i felt absolutely insane, sick. The pain was indescribable. A multitude of swear words spilled from my mouth. Insane, that’s how I felt, why would she risk her life…for me? Her selflessness shocked me. She truly loved me. I kept trying, struggling against them but I grew tired, crumbling to the floor in defeat. “Please don’t be dead” I gripped my hair, tears falling down my face, I wasn’t even ashamed. “Bring him over here” they rapidly called, my head shot up and I ran. It was the fastest I’ve ever ran. There she lay on the ground, blood surrounding her figure. “Harry” she whispered. “Y/n” I held her in my arms weakly, watching her skin become pale. “Stay with me baby” I cried, pushing strands of hair away from her face. She smiled weakly, placing her cold hand upon my cheek. “It’s okay hazz, I’m fine” she sighed contently her eyes fluttering close. “Don’t you dare leave me” I shook her and kissed her white lips. The loud noise of the siren seemed to be getting closer. I held her thigh up, attempting to stop the excessive bleeding. Her life was slipping away, held on by a strand that could easily broken. Never in my life had I been that scared, not even when my life was threatened nor when I was beat up countless of times. It’s like anything I had was ruined, by me, by my wrongdoings. The paramedics approached her, tearing me off of her. I had to let her go but I followed in a haste, I couldn’t let her go, not now. After all she had done for me? It was my turn to be the strong one. That memory will never fade from my memory, people swirling around her, trying to save her life. Using devices to make a temporary suture for her femoral artery. Tubes and machines were hooked up to her, the love of my life lay there, and I sat, helpless and distressed. We finally arrived at the hospital they ran in and pushed her through, her pulse falling dangerously low. Like a lost child I followed them. “You can’t come in” a doctor brushed me away. My mouth was open and I stared in shock as they all towered over her figure. The worst sound of my life. A long and painful drone, *beeeep* and the line went flat. “NO NO” I exhaled angry, opening the doors with my shoulders. “Move the fuck away” the doctors had given up but regardless of how lunatic I seemed I knew that I had to make an effort. That’s how I was, I couldn’t go down without a fight and truth is I’m stubborn as hell. I placed my hands on her chest, counting and pressing down rhythmically. “Come on” I whispered, tears brimming over my eyes. “You can’t do this to me” I pecked her lifeless lips. “You changed me y/n, you’re the one that made everything better, dammit please” I sobbed “Just respond to me, I know you can baby, just remember when I touched you first time” I didn’t care if anyone could hear me. “The way your skin got goosebumps when I skimmed my fingers across your skin or the way you would moan my name when my lips were exploring your body” I gave her a kiss, not giving up. She didn’t give up on me so I had to repay her. I kept on going, my muscles became tired but I didn’t give a shit. I felt so helpless, a lifeless body right below me, I thought I knew what abandonment felt like when my dad divorced my mum but that was minute compared this. My tear slipped on her lips. The droplet spreading across her lip. I watched it in fascination. I pressed my finger to her neck. “There’s a pulse!” I ran to a man dressed in a lab coat, urging him to come. “Go, go she’s alive” the tears obstructed my vision. The doctor seemed to question my sanity, pausing and taking in the situation at a rather slow pace. “Please doctor, just please hurry up.” I blabbered, pushing him where she lay. He instantly got to work and checked if I was correct. I was. “I need nurses right now” he rushed and I breathed deeply, watching the room fill with bodies. This time I felt more optimistic, knowing she was a fighter and wouldn’t let go. Our love was worth more than that. The chaos began to slowly drift away and there I was alone with her, resting my head on her bed, anticipating any signs of her waking up. I was continuously falling in and out of sleep, my slight snoring waking me up and reminding me I was in an uncomfortable hospital chair. Later that day they told me riddle and his men were finished off and all seemed to go well, although y/n’s state was still a constant shadow, I knew I had to stay positive being impatient, i just needed to know she was alright. Throughout the days I would play with her hair and tell her stories, letting her know I was there. I had no idea if she was aware of my presence but it didn’t matter to me, anything that I knew she liked I would do, i sang her favorite tunes going on and on until my throat became true. It was reassuring when her palm was warm. The doctors and nurses consistently showed their curiosity, peeking their heads in while I was singing and flashing me an encouraging smile. “You’re my wonderwall…” I sang lowly. I felt a slight twitch, but I ignored it, knowing she was doing that quite frequently. “Mmm Harry?” A scratchy voice called. “Y/n” Your pov: Strange. Everything felt so… Strange. I heard the noise around me but I felt to weak. Sometimes I would move my fingers or move my toes but everything else was too hard and too much effort. “You’re my wonderwall” I heard a beautiful voice sing, deep with a pained raspy tone. “Mmm Harry?” I finally could call for him, my voice scratchy and dry. “Y/n” I opened my eyes to seeing harry hovering above me. He began to pepper kisses across my cheeks. Hitting a button once he pulled away. He stared deep in my eyes, “I was so worried about you” his eyes shifted downwards “god. I’m such an asshole, for what I put you through and the shit I realized I was in. I can’t believe it” he scratched his head ” I’m completely out of it now, riddle is gone and no one can bother us” he babbled on. “Harry my head hurts” I smiled at him. The nurse came in on cue and checked if everything was alright, asking questions to ensure my memory wasn’t damaged in the process. She finally exited and left us alone. “Harry?” I called for him. “Yes y/n” he sat on the side of my bed and played with the strands of my hair. “I-I love you, but I don’t know if I can believe you…” I Confessed. It’s only natural for me to be apprehensive. I nearly died and in all reality it was for him. His eyebrows scrunched together, taking a deep breath. “I understand, and I get it… but I learned now, trust me. I thought I was going insane looking at you, your life slipping away right in front of me” he shuddered. I sighed, raising my hands to gently brush his curls. He gave me that smile that made my heart melt. “Just give me a chance” he placed a kiss on my forehead then to my lips, lingering his soft lips before he looked me in my eyes. “Live with me, I’ll take care of you. Forever” Harry’s pov: “Live with me, I’ll take care of you. Forever” I left my lips upon hers waiting for her response. Now that I think of it, I never realized how much she had changed me. Before, I simply saw her as a chase, someone interesting and shy yet stubborn, that contrasted from the other In-your-face girls. She slowly opened her lips as if to say something, then closed them again and reopened them. “Of course… I’ll live with you” she smiled. I was happy she agreed. Don’t get me wrong, but her response bugged me. I offered her and hinted at a future, that I craved more. My confidence was shaken, yet I kissed her lips, hoping I could convince her with the days she would spend with me. Your pov: Harry offered me a future but I was confused, I never had a relationship this serious. I gulped, when his eyes shifted towards the floor, his cheeks blazed in embarrassment. I could tell he wasn’t used to this well, he fiddled with the edge of my hospital gown. “Of course… I’ll live with you” he pecked my lips and gave me a grin, his dimples caving in his cheeks. But I was nervous, when he mentioned forever I always thought of marriage. I guess it’s old fashioned but that’s how I want it to be. Married with someone I love. **** “Have fun, but not too much fun” the nurse winked at us. My cheeks flushed and I giggled looking at Harry’s cheeky expression. We finally got a good distance away. “Finally” *** Harry’s pov: “Finally” I sighed. Being cooped up in that hospital room was starting to take it’s toll. I was getting antsy and excited to go home, and finally having something to do….. Not that my mind revolved around sex, but y/n had spent a week in the hospital and we only had sex once. My body craved her by now, but I knew she wasn’t in any state to have our bedroom fun. I helped her in my car, lifting her up effortlessly, a giggle leaving her mouth when I swooped her off her feet. Her legs dangling in my arms. Placing her gently on the seat, I leaned over her, shielding her body. I still felt paranoid. She sensed some anxiety and scrunched her eyebrows, thinking. I smiled reassuringly and shut the door, making my way over to the drivers side. ***** Your pov: “Babe what’s wrong?” Harry stormed around, moving objects out of is way, intent on finding something important. His curls bounced around as he walked. I laughed slightly, earning a look of disapproval. “Sorry” I muttered walking back to his room. I began to hang some of the clothing I brought, the first few days I was absolutely tired and the mess began to bug me. I blew a puff of air, trying to remove my fallen hair away from my face. “Sorry baby” Harry’s arms wrapped around me, his front pressed to my back tightly. “I just get frustrated easily” he mumbled against my neck. Leaving wet kisses around my sweet spot. I sighed contently, “well I love it when you get frustrated” I turned around and grabbed his hair softly, pulling his face to mine, grinding my hips into his. “I can be frustrated somewhere else too” I sighed contently, looping my hands around his neck, gazing into those earnest green eyes. They still held the danger in them that I liked. Harry’s pov: I pulled her straight to me, moving my lips onto hers, and nibbling on them gently. She was everything to me. “This needs to go” I said, leaving love bites across her collarbone, her back began arching into my chest as I removed her gown. Her nipples were perky already, I held the small of her back, kissing down her throat, grazing my teeth till I caught her breast in my mouth. “Yes baby” she whispered appreciatively, massaging my scalp. I smiled. Licking my lips as I headed south. Y/n closed her thighs a bit, giggling to herself. I chuckled at her response, taking her knees in my hands and spreading them apart. I pulled her panties off, these delicate pink ones with stars. “You’re so much to me, let me show you” I breathed on her clit gently. Placing my fingers on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Mmm” she moaned under her breath I rubbed her clit in lazy circles, working her up. She began to squirm, her chest moving quicker. Finally I gave her what she wanted, I gave her slit a lick, moving my tongue back and forth at a quick rhythm. “Oh shit” she brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to quiet her sweet moans. “Let out baby” she panted and sighed loudly. Her thighs trembled and I thumbed her clit while I flicked my tongue against her pussy. “Oh yes” I felt the wetness pool when she released, sweet and delicious, just like her. I ignored my erection this entire time, wanting her to feel good. Quickly, I discarded my shirt and boxers, lifting it over my head. Her eyes watched my every move. It was like our first time again. Our eyes focusing on each other, the blood in our body boiling. I crawled up to her, parting her mouth until our tongues met. I looked down, rubbing my cock at her entrance, feeling the pleasure of friction. The first moment of contact was what it enjoyed, when her walls took in mine, stretched just for me and inviting me in. Our pants filled the room. I sat on my calves, spreading her legs wide, thrusting into her at a fast pace. God, she felt so good, my cock entering her at a fast pace, I watched as it disappeared inside of her, “Harry” her eyelashes fluttered, grabbing ahold of my hand and lacing them together. The pleasure began to build up within us. I pounded into her, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust. She bit her lip and tossed her head back. “Yes harry” she clenched on my cock sending me over the edge. “Fuck yes” I moaned at the tightness, orgasming with her. I collapsed onto her gently, looking into her eyes, our foreheads touching, she tilted her head up, softly brushing her lips with mine. Y/n was mine. I knew now, that she was what I wanted. ***** Harry’s pov: I was extremely nervous today, yet excited at how the day and events would unfold. We were in California vacationing, I planned to take her to a nice restaurant and walk along the shoreline. Your pov: “babe dress nicely” he called out to me. “Okay” I laughed, why wouldn’t I dress nicely? “I just want to take pictures for my mum” he smiled suspiciously. “Okay” I pecked his nose, jumping away to escape his grasp “Hey that’s not nice” he pouted. He held his arms outstretched, sitting on the arm chair. “I’m sorry” I sat on his lap and kissed his lips, his arms closing around my waist as he began to slip in his tongue. I smiled. “We should go now” I got off his lap and tugged on his hand. “Anything you say mademoiselle” he winked, opening the door for me. **** We made way to a quaint restaurant, a secluded place that over looked the sea. “Harry, this is so much fun. Thank you” I held his hands in mine, his fingers warm. His cheeks flushed red, I loved when he did that. It was so odd that he could be cute and extremely sexy at the same time. “Thank you for coming with me, and for never giving up on me” he was oddly nervous. “Why are you so nervous” I played with his fingers. “It’s n-nothing” The food came, it was absolutely delicious, we talked about the most random things, but that’s how we were, we could talk about anything or be comfortable with silence. Making our way out of the restaurant he stopped, wanting to take photos for his mum. “Does this look like a good place?” He questioned. “Yeah it’s breathtaking” Harry took out his camera, setting it on the tripod. He set the timer and ran over to me quickly, I started to smile but was suprised when I saw harry down on one knee. In his hands he had a diamond ring in a velvet box. “These months I’ve spent with you were the best I’ve ever had. Everything about you is perfect, the way you get mad, and the way you make me better. Without you I would have been dead or a disappointment to my mum. You’ve changed me for the better, you’re absolutely perfect to me, flaws and all, I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else but you, will you marry me” The camera flashed, my hands held up against my mouth. Tears falling down my cheeks. “Yes, Harry” he got up and brought his lips to mine, wiping the tears off with his thumb. “I’ll make you the happiest women in the world” he murmured against my lips. “I love you” I whispered. Third person: The start of forever began with one look in her direction, he knew what he wanted at that gentleman’s bar. When he saw her walk down the aisle he knew he wanted her, and the idea of forever. When they made love, he knew what he wanted, a child to symbolize their love. When they raised a child together, he knew what he wanted, a loving family together, a beautiful future. When they got old and watched their grandchildren he knew what he wanted, to love them and cherish them with his wife y/n. Harry knew what he wanted When they were sick with age and dying, harry knew what he wanted, to die with her. When they lay in their graves, he knew what he wanted was worthwhile.