tiny & vicious || h.s ✔️

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A/N hey guysss...IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY AND IM OFFICIALLY 16 ahahahah hope u guys had a great mothers day and r all staying safe and happy. Enjoy the chapter !!
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Song: Hands Up by Chris Brown

Harry's POV

After my long shower, I slipped on the clothes Louis had left for me on the counter and walked in the bedroom. I peered at myself in the mirror. My face was red and barren with tears. The simple black t shirt and black jeans clung to my skin. I remembered the times when this was all I would wear. Aria and I would turn up to each event in the same old black clothing.

It had been almost ten years since I had worn this outfit. Like second skin, it stuck to me unlike the fancy Gucci suits and dress shirts I commonly wore. Glancing back into my emerald eyes, I noticed the red tint in them had died down and my face looked pale but not too ghostly white like before. I was clean of the dirt and blood. As I walked out of the room, I noticed the bodies were starting give off a disgusting body odour. I stopped myself from spilling my guts onto the floor and instead collected my belongings and walked out, locking the door behind me.

The boys sat on the couches, looking stressed as ever. It had been 40 minutes since we received the letter and I felt a tinge of guilt for wasting our very valuable time. I sighed to myself and walked over to them. Their heads snapped up at the sound of my footsteps. We all stood up. Zayn pet me on the back, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded my head after a few seconds and we both diverted our attention to Liam.

"We have 80 minutes left." He informed us. I nodded and spoke. "I will tell Aria when we get home. For now, increase the security around the house. Inform Niall on the situation and make sure he stays with Blair. Zayn start the car we will be down in a few minutes." Zayn nodded and immediately picked up his jacket, walking out the door and to the elevator. Liam followed him, already on the phone with Niall. Louis and I hung back. I glanced at Louis. My eyes glazed over with tears, but I refused to shed them. I had cried enough over that bitch. I needed to heal. Louis gave me a long hug and I almost broke down in his arms. Almost. I was determined to work through the situation one step at a time. Once it was all over, I would make sure to go access some professional help for my issues but for the time being, I had to look after my family before they slipped from my hands.

Boy, was it hard though...The events of last night were still fresh in my mind and although I had calmed down, the thoughts still trapped me. Each time, another thought of her came up, I pushed it away swiftly with the thought of my gorgeous wife and it seemed to work.

"We'll work through it, ok Harry" Louis whispered into my ear. I nodded into his shoulder and finally pulled away. Louis glanced at the locked bedroom door as I walked out. He pressed his phone to his ear, calling the clean up crew. Once that was done, he closed the door with his foot and followed me into the garage.

Once we all were seated in the car, Zayn drove us to the house. My legs never ceased the shaking. I was oddly jittery and quiet. I knew the boys could notice. They just didn't say anything. I didn't miss their worried glances though. I could see it all. I just wasn't sure what to say. I had never experienced such violation before. My fingers lifted to my mouth as I nervously bit down on my nails, a habit I had picked up in the last few hours. It helped me keep sane. It helped me ignore the crushing feeling of my mind failing me.

The house gates came into view, quite quickly. I was so consumed by my thoughts that I had been distant from reality for 20 minutes. I saw Blair peek out the window with a massive smile on her lips. My lips tinted up, a ghost of a smile covering my face. This was it. I had to put a façade for my baby girl. One day, I would tell her. But for now, it wasn't our current focus. The more pressing matter was her safety. She came running out of the door and into my arms.

Niall followed swiftly behind her. I hugged my daughter, inhaling the sweet smell of vanilla and syrup. She must have eaten her favourite meal, pancakes. I smiled softly. She fumbled out of my arms and looked up into my eyes. Her hazel eyes were so beautiful this time of day. They shimmered in the afternoon sun, turning a fiery colour. I gently led her into the house, patting Niall on the back. Once again, I saw the same look in his eyes. Sympathy, concern and a tinge of pity. I ignored it, pushing the bad thoughts to the back of my mind.

Blair led me into the house, holding my hand. Jordyn sat on the floor, playing with Theo. She glanced up at me and my head tilted into a greeting nod. She nodded back at me, barely smiling. My eyebrows furrowed at the empty look in her eye as she got up and swiftly left the room. That was weird, I thought to myself.

Blair sat me down next to her knife collection. I wondered why she had it out, and more importantly why her mother hadn't come down to scold her for touching the set.

"Blair, where is your mother?" I questioned while touching her beautiful dark hair. The colour of her mother's mixed with mine. "She's upstairs" Blair smiled. She pouted as I let go of her hair. I kissed her on the top of the head, promising I would be back soon. My feet hurled my body up the stairs. I lost complete feeling in my body. I didn't want to tell her. How could I? The day's events were staggering. How was I supposed to tell her that I woke up thinking I had ruined out marriage but instead I was assaulted by... I couldn't even say her name. I didn't want to even think of her. I shook my head, ridding myself of the thoughts. Luke passed me in the hallway, and I nodded with a fake smile. As I reached the door, my hand froze mid-air. The handle was right there, and yet I couldn't find it in me to twist it. Come on Harry, I huffed to myself. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

My eyes scanned the dark room. I looked to the closet first. When she wasn't there, I peered into the bathroom. She wasn't there either. I turned to find her passed out on our bed. A small smile etched into my face and I walked over to her, my feet pattering softly on the carpet. Her hair was sprawled on my pillow, her makeup from last night smudged and messy. I stood stunned by her beauty. Most girls after a long night looked like an absolute tree witch, but not my baby. No, she looked like a beautiful garden fairy with her natural redness in her cheeks and parted pink lips. I sat on the bed beside her. She lay on my side of the bed. Something she did often when I worked late in the kingdom and only returned to my room at early hours in the morning. She said she did it because she missed me, and subconsciously her body inched towards my side during the night.

A pink flare brightened up my cheeks as I brushed through her messy hair. It still felt silky to touch despite the mass number of knots. My hands pushed down the crevices between her boobs. Her dress was the most risqué thing she has worn since having Blair and I loved it. I couldn't help touching her beautiful body. She was so toned and fit. I was so distracted by her natural gorgeous essence that I didn't feel her wake up or hear the cute yawns she made when she first awoke. I felt movement in my locks, and I peered up at her through my eyelashes. Enchanting black eyes stared back at me. Her eyes glinted in the afternoon light and she smiled beautifully.

"Good afternoon my Queen" I kissed her chapped lips. She smiled before furrowing her eyebrows and lifting her head. "Afternoon?" She peered outside. "What time is it?" She wondered. "About 3 pm" Her eyes widened, and she moved to get up. Before she spoke, I knew what she was thinking. "Blair is fine. She is downstairs with Theo and Niall, playing with her knife set." Aria calmed down before widening her eyes again and rolling them. She placed a hand on her forehead and fell back into my pillow. "That girl and her knives. I swear" She shook her head and I laughed, lying down next to her. "Just like her mum" I whispered. Aria looked at me thoughtfully and kissed my nose. This was it. I watched her relax into the covers. In a few moments, she would notice my mood change and ask. I sighed to myself. She looked at me with concern swirling in her dark orbs. I looked into her eyes, feeling my palms sweat. She noticed it too and caressed my calloused hands with her soft one.

What's wrong?" She questioned. I sat up and rubbed my face. "We have a situation." I spoke. She sat up with me, looking even more concerned. "What are you talking about?" I went to speak but a yell from downstairs stopped me. Icy chills went down my spine and I froze.

"Blair and Jordyn are gone!"