sex tape - h.s

001 || his coat

Harry. 9-9-2013

"Where are the ten thousand dollars?" I call out. The blonde guy almost pisses into his pants of fear.

I look at him, furious. His blue eyes look at me in panic.

"I-I-I-I haven't g-g-ot i-it," he stammers.

I let go of him with a forced smile.

"Okay," I smirk. He gives me a confused look.

"You aren't going to hurt me?" he asks.

"Nope," I mumble.
I laugh. How can he trust me? I'm Harry Edward Styles.

"Or yeah, I will. Piece of shit," I say, pulling the trigger.

"Did he have the money?" George asks. I shake my head.

"Shit. You did shoot him huh?" I nod. George nods approvingly.

"And the body?"

"I burned it. I'm sure that his parents never knew about his dirty business," I answer.

"Good job, Styles. But we still don't have the money," he sighs.

"Perhaps we do, " I say mysterious. George's eyes start to glow.

"How and where?" he asks smiling.

"I sent some people to his house, your people to be exact. You don't mind, right? The money is in my jacket."

"You're amazing."

"You're welcome," I tell him. He walks over to the couch, where my jacket is and picks it up.

"Nice jacket though," he compliments.

"Thanks."

He grabs the money and looks at it while he keeps nodding.

"Because you, my friend..." He knocks appreciative on my shoulder.

"Handled this so well, you don't have to live in this shitty apartment anymore."

I smirk."Thank you George."

Victoria. 9-9-2014.

"Victoria! Hurry on now!"

"Shut up Finn!" I yell, rolling my eyes.

"I'm gonna come in if you don't hurry," he threatens me.

"Don't do that, shorty," I say irritated.

"Too late!" He calls out and he laughs. I pull the shower curtain aside.

"You're really here," I sigh.

And then there was me thinking the bathroom door was locked. "What do you want?"

"I wanna shower, now," he says, crossing his arms.

"I'm done in five minutes," I assure him.

"I want to shower now!" He yells, pulling the whóle shower curtain aside. Shocked, I pull a towel from the rack and turn it around me.

"Stupid kid," I say and I step out of the shower. Harshly, I push him out of the bathroom.

"Why did God gave me two little brothers?" I sigh.

"Because I'm cool," Finn says.

"And so am I!" Jack says, who suddenly stands on the hallway.

I give Finn an angry glance again and lock the door.

I hear them fighting about who is going to shower first.

And they are fifteen? They act like six year olds.