'What's your favourite flower, petal?'' his once rough voice, felt oddly soothing,
As we gazed up at the stars I feel as connected to him as they are. I know we aren't good people, we don't do good things, but now in this moment, we're normal.
I...
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''Morning sleepy head'' I was awoken by the rough voice of Zayn, him standing over my bed as he held his hands on his hips, his brown eyes staring right through mine with his eyebrows raised,
''Fuck why are you in my house'' I glared at him, the unimaginable hangover taking over from the nights before decisions, I snapped my head round to my clock, the numbers stretched and blurred,
14:23
''Shit sorry Zayn'' I spoke forcing my body up and opening my eyes properly, He stood staring a fake smile on his lips as he stood,
''You need to fucking sort yourself out Harry''
''I said i'm sorry can you just drop it''
''I could've died Harry and you want me to just drop it'' He went silent after a second, his glassy eyes piercing through mine,
''Since when did you need me so much?'' I speak sarcastically,
''When I made a deal with you Harry, this shit isn't easy for everyone''
''That deal meant shit all to you when you fucked off''
''Don't bring that up, and it was YOU that did that, not me''
''Why the fuck would I do a shit ton of drugs on one of the biggest jobs we've ever had?''
''Don't act all angel now Styles''
''You fucked it up when you started working with the Hadley's, you fucked me up Z''
''I never worked with them, I was high, and she looked good, so I was pulled into her fucking trap, and you know I regret that, the death of your mother was not my fucking fault''
''So you admit, you were involved''
''I'm not talking about that anymore'' He spoke, his gaze pulling away from mine as he stood fidgetting,
''I'm sorry I didn't show up I was busy'' I spoke referring to the reason he's here in the first place.
''Busy.'' he scoffed at me his eyes widening and his face pulled back as he spoke,
''Yes Zayn I was, did it go well?''
''They're dead, so i'd say so''
''dead?'' I spoke, Liam was a main part of my plan, him and his little crew, he had connections, ones I could never have because of my reputation, the real plan was to get him to tell us the shit behind the bikers, figure out who their leader is, not anymore. ''You weren't supposed to kill them Zayn''
''Well maybe if I had the help I was supposed to have then they wouldn't of had to be killed, the whole fucking group was there I couldn't tie them all down on my own'' He spat at me,
''You used to be able to''
''Shits changed Styles, not everyone gets to prance around in their little daydream everyday''
