Harry Styles
"Open the window a bit, baby." I groaned, rolling on the bed until I was lying on my stomach, glancing sideways at where Cleo was standing.
She was smoking a lot today and we'd been awake for only a couple of hours, and the smoke all around my room made me feel a bit suffocated and even more anxious because I knew she only smoked this much when she was nervous.
Cleo just nodded, opening the curtains first and letting the sun illuminate the room even more as she opened the window, making her hair seem a pretty shade of golden.
I knew she was nervous about Amber, she was supposed to arrive anytime now, and Zayn was the most affected by this.
He was pissed and conflicted, and I didn't blame him. I knew he loved Amber, well he loved June. He had no idea who Amber was and this was something they had to figure out and talk about, I didn't know if he was going to forgive her or whatever, but it was the first time they were going to see each other after the truth came out.
I didn't trust the bitch, but Cleo did...and I trusted Cleo.
She was smarter than me for things like this and I knew it was a very good opportunity to finally put an end to all this. We just had to hear what she had to say and hope it would be helpful, because we were kinda stuck.
I had a plan of my own and I hadn't told Cleo yet, but I wanted to work on the things we still didn't know, such as how much Louis was involved with what happened. We had to confirm if he was behind the pictures taken of us and the shooting at the hotel, so we could finally cross another uncertainty out of our board.
Cleo thought he wasn't the one who kidnapped Zayn, but we could also clarify that during the process... the process being kidnapping and torturing him.
Well, he should've thought twice before shooting Cleo or even daring to kill us, he was going to pay. But I wasn't stupid, I knew we needed answers and I'd get them before I killed him. I was trying to be less impulsive.
I'd wait to hear what Amber had to say and then I'd tell Cleo my plan, and I also wanted to know what Zayn would say about it. It seemed like a practical plan and it was pretty much all we could do for now.
Niall wasn't a suspect anymore and the farthest he was from all this the better. Cleo worried too much about him and he was a liability, the poor boy had no idea how fucking dangerous it would get and we were all tangled on this web.
He was very annoying too, he kept texting my phone because he wanted to talk to Cleo but I'd get the messages so I would be annoyed. I used to wish I had a sibling when I was younger, but now thank fuck I didn't have one. I couldn't handle having Niall as my brother, I had no patience.
I watched as Cleo put her cigarette out on the small ashtray on top of my dresser, which was already full. The unicorn lighter I had bought as a replacement was also there, and my stomach would always flutter when I saw it.
Her hair was tied up in a ponytail today and she was already dressed in black jeans, a simple black tank top, and the boots I'd bought her. I knew she loved them and she looked very good... fuck, she was always so beautiful.
The tight clothes left little to my imagination, but my thoughts were already busy thinking about last night.
Well, I needed to clean my pool but it was so fucking worth it. It was the most intense sex we had and it wasn't even as hard and fast as I usually fucked her, but it was just different. Maybe it was the water? Or the way she choked me?
Fuck, all I knew was that I needed her to do that more often.
Her small fingers left bruises on my neck and sometimes I forgot how strong she was, it was really fucking hot. She was more shameless too... more open.
