Saints Row [h.s]

2.0

"How do you feel?" Liam asked me as we laid down on the back of the truck.

I played with his hand that was large compared to mine.
"Alive." I whispered.

I felt his cold whiskey covered lips kiss my forehead.
I couldn't help but smile, closing my eyes.

Half an hour went by and the truck was parked at a store.
"I should head back to the gang." I said and sat up.
I stood up, brushing my messy hair out of my face.
"I'll walk you?" He suggested as he stood up.
Something just didn't feel right but it was getting late and I knew how bad the city was to girls alone in the city.
I gave him a soft smile and nodded.
"Sure."
Liam walked to edge of the truck and climbed off.
I stood at the edge as he helped me get off.
I held his hand in mine as we walked down the street together.

After about 30 minutes we made it to the church.

I stopped walking and he raised an eyebrow.
"This is where it is?" He asked concerned.
I laughed softly and nodded. "Yes, it looks like a dump but in the inside its not that bad."
He nodded and bit his lip.
He kept staring around at the church as I tried to meet eyes with him.
"Liam?" I asked softly.
"Hm? Oh yeah, see you later?" He said quickly and kissed me on the head before walking off to a different direction.
I watched him leave and walked inside the building, down the stairs into the main room.
The familiar smell of weed and cigarettes filled my nostrils.
Zayn handed a man a beer, reminding me that I could use a drink.
I walked over to the bar and looked around making sure not to see Harry.
Clear.
I sat on the black stool at the bar waiting for Zayn to turn back around.

"Ellie?" He asked, suprised to see me.

I ignored it and looked at the groups of men playing poker a few tables away.
"Ellie, you need to talk to Harry." He stated. "He's not oka-"
"Can I have a sex on the beach? Thanks." I said, interrupting him.

He stared at me for a long time and went to the back of the bar and slammed a bottle of fiji water on the bar in front of me.
"Go to Harry, his orders." He yelled.

I looked up at him, my face full of anger.
I grabbed the water bottle and jumped off the stool.
I walked up to the stairs, people moving out of the way.
People knew me real well from earlier this morning with Harry.
I walked over to his large doors and knocked on it.
No answer.
Why the hell am I even knocking if I know he won't open it.
I kicked the door open, making the door swing open quickly.

"What .. the .. actual fuck?!" I yelled once I finally took in what was happening.

Harry was leaned against the bed as a girl was giving him head.
Harry's eyes widened when they were once closed.
I marched over to them and pull the girl's trashy blonde hair.
"Get off him, right now." I yelled.

"I'm supposed to get paid $100." She stated and licked her lips.
"Do you want to fucking die? Get out, now. " I yelled in her face.

"I'll pay you later-" Harry started.

"Don't you fucking start." I said and put a finger in front of his face.

"Out before I turn your bra red." I angrily said and let go of her hair.
She gasped and held onto her white bra and ran out of the bedroom.
I watched her leave, hearing Harry laughing behind me.

"Really, Harry?" I yelled and faced him.

"You're cute when your angry." He stated.
He clutched his butterfly tattoo and laughed hard.
I grabbed my fiji water bottle and poured it on his head.
Harry watched me, letting me finish pouring every stop.

"Really? These sheets are a fortune." He stated, locking eyes with mine.

"You weren't complaining when you were getting head." I noted.

Harry looked away, pausing himself before he was going to say something."
"No tell me, go ahead and fucking tell me. "

"Get out."

"I love Liam, okay? I don't care if he's in diffrent gang and that makes you angry but I actually love him." I said and crossed my arms.
Harry gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"I said get out." He said louder.

I slowly backed away, moving away from the bed.

"Stay out!" He screamed, beginning his fist into the headboard.
I ran out quickly, closing the door behind me.
I panted quickly and closed my eyes, taking a breath.
I opened my eyes and ran downstairs past the main the room into a corner.

I looked at my cellphone and dialled Liam's phone number.

"Liam?" I said softly, trying not to cry.
"Yeah?"
"Could you pick me up? I talked to Hardy and I .. I just- can you pick me up?"
There was a silence and sounds of hushing.
Was someone else there?
"I can't right now, baby. I'm busy." He stated.
"When do you think you cou-"
I heard the sound of the phone call end.
"Great." I whispered to myself and placed my phone back into my pocket.

I walked upstairs to the first floor of the shit church.
I sat down on one of the red seats and stared at the broken glass and ripped books.
I started to frown and let out a whimper before I started to sob.
I placed my hands over my eyes and let out everything.
The stress with everything was building up and I couldn't take it, not anymore.

I ended up falling asleep that night in two of the red chairs.

What is happening here?

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helloooooooo yes yes i am vv much alive !!
i have been busy with school and pretty lazy ( i know i know, you can yell at me all you want )
thank you so much for so many reads !!
put in the comments what's been your favourite scene in the story so far !!
stay tuned for more updates because
SHIT. GETS. REAL.
really fast.
get ready fam.

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