Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 65 - The Calm

This is not edited or read over yet just because I am currently in a tattoo session and I wanted to get this out for you guys before it started :) so my apologies once again if I butchered anything. But would it really be a Liv Fic if there wasn't atrocious spelling errors LMAO.

Also I can not thank you enough for 100k reads. You guys did this so im so grateful for every single one of you. Writing this book has really made me over the moon happy so once again, thank you so fucking much.

Marley

Brooke.

I don't like Brooke, but on the contrary, all of the guys seem to love her. Even Harry, which is really saying something because he hates anything that breathes.

I have been getting ready for the past two hours, making sure I looked the part as well as mentally preparing myself for tonight. I was informed that it wasn't anything fancy like the Diamond ball, more so as a modern-day Great Gatsby party. No ball gowns and perfectly tailored suits this time.

Meanwhile, Brooke is currently here at our flat because she had to bring us more drugs from the warehouse.

Apparently, the bricks of cocaine we had originally brought back with us on that one eventful day, were not enough according to Zayn. So they had called Brooke to come into the base to bring us more and now here she was, sitting in the armchair with her legs spread and her hands behind her head as she watched me run around the place like a chicken with its head cut off.

The guys were out, picking up supplies and whatever the hell else they apparently needed for tonight, rudely leaving me alone with her. Which was extremely nerve-wracking because I didn't know a thing about her and of course Harry let her stay here as if it was her second home.

From what it feels like, Harry and the guys have known Brooke for a while. They talk to her as if they are close siblings which is sweet and all, but I lost my friendliness when it came to opening up to new people.

Don't ask me why I don't like her. Because honestly, I can't give you a solid reason. I just feel as if my trust issues have completely plummeted due to Tera. I don't trust a damn soul besides the guys.

As I was pouring a glass of water in the kitchen, I flicked my gaze up to see that she kept glancing up at me over her phone like a creep.

"Can I help you? I can see you looking at me you know." I raised both of my eyebrows up at her as she simply shrugged her shoulders. She was wearing black loose shorts with a burnt orange short-sleeve button-up loosely fitted. Her brown hair had a tint of auburn to it, most likely from the sun.

She leaned forward in her seat, placing her phone flat onto the coffee table in front of her and proceeded to lean her elbows onto her knees.

"Caught me." She flashed me a toothy grin causing me to roll my eyes at her in annoyance. I feel like Harry left me here with her on purpose. He knows damn well that I am not good with people.

I slowly brought the glass up to my lips, wrapping my left arm around to hug my waist as I squinted my eyes at her.

"You know, you can come into the living room I don't bite. This is your place after all." She fiddled with the collar of her shirt between her fingertips showing absolutely no sign of leaving anytime soon.