Cleo Horan
Unexpected should be the only word used to describe my life ever since I ran into Harry at that charity auction.
We came a really long way... and I hadn't been able to predict things ever since. In fact, only the unpredictable had happened, including the fact we were fucking. And also the small detail that we admitted we liked each other.
What the fuck was this, were we six? God, I was so fucking pathetic.
The worst thing was that hearing him say it back actually made my stomach flutter and I liked it a lot. Harry's straightforwardness surprised me a lot sometimes, it was one of the things I envied and liked about him.
He was always so fucking blunt and honest about what he wanted, he was the first to admit he wanted to keep fucking me because he enjoyed it, he wasn't ashamed to admit it and I really admired that about him.
Harry probably didn't know, but that specific trait was very rare. He was very closed off about some things, but other than that he was the most open person I'd ever met. He was unapologetically himself.
And he was right when he said I was scared of myself, especially of my thoughts and my feelings. I was going through a very difficult time in my life where I was doubting who I was and what was real or not since my entire past was a fucking lie, and having him around with his boldness his was actually being helpful.
Well, having him around, in general, was very good.
Zayn was right when he said we were similar in our own way, but that wasn't always a good thing. Harry and I were intense and hard to handle, and we were wary.
Trust issues were obviously the biggest thing we had in common besides daddy issues, and that was the exact reason I was sitting at this bar tonight, in this fancy club downtown where I knew no one would ever look for me, or recognize me. It was more than public enough and there was literally no way anyone would simply try to kill me here.
Sons and daughters of very important names all around the city used this club as their meeting spot, and they got their hands on all the types of drugs they wanted. My mother actually supplied to this club, which was why I knew of its existence.
I had zero patience for this shit, the electronic music playing was almost a bit too loud and the bright colorful lights were making my headache worse. I'd been thinking too much again, ever since yesterday morning.
Listening to Harry and Zayn arguing nearly most of the day consumed my brain and there was no way to interfere, they were very different. and I could honestly understand both sides.
Zayn was upset because we were suspecting June, but Harry was being exaggerated about it and taking things to another level. I only mentioned seeing June because I figured they should know, it was indeed a weird coincidence.
And now I couldn't stop thinking about Harry's words. He was right, June was indeed in a very strategical position. She worked at Eroda, which meant she was literally on the inside she knew my mother, Niall, and me, and she was actually a friend of her. Ever since she started dancing to help pay for her doctorate degree, she was always very kind and attentive.
It was her first time her dancing and actually her first job like that. Her resume only had a few retail jobs before because her focus was mostly on studying. That's pretty much all I knew about June, she lived alone and I'd been to her place twice, maybe?
She wasn't in touch with her parents because they didn't support her moving her, especially now that she was a stripper.
I trusted June a lot, I liked to think I was a good judge of character, but now I was doubting everyone and everything, including myself. My father was a clear example of how we should never trust anyone completely. And he was my family.
