[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, 'I'm possible!'" - Audrey Hepburn
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Harry Styles is a stupid asshole.
How can he forget that he has an earpiece with which he can send a message to his team that he or better we need help? I hate to accept the help of a criminal, but it's my only chance to survive this. Harry could have called for help a lot sooner. That proves how stupid he actually is.
But fuck, the way he grabbed my neck...I immediately got wet. Instinctively, I also clenched my legs together.
But the flirting was all just a distraction to make my next move, which he then didn't see coming...right? I was tense and strained, the thought of kissing him surely came only because of that. There was no other reason for it.
A moment of weakness and yet I overcame it. Now I can move on.
After informing this Zayn, it didn't take long and the door was opened with a strong swing. Standing in the doorway was a good looking guy with lots of tattoos, black hair that was perfectly styled, beautiful brown eyes and a nose ring that perfectly matched his flawless face. Was that Zayn?
I must admit that it was hard for me to look away at first. He was really hot. Is it even possible to be a criminal like Harry when you're that good looking?
"You idiot! Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were bleeding to death here?" he shouted angrily. Judging by his furiously concerned expression, he actually seemed to care about Harry. A mystery.
"Shut up and help me!" Harry hissed back in contrast. He didn't seem to mind Zayn's telling off much.
Cursing and shaking his head, Zayn stepped into the room and made his way over to Harry.
Meanwhile, he spoke into his earpiece. "Lou, get the fuck up here. This dumbass is on the verge of death and has already lost way too much blood to get up alone."
Lou? Who's that?
Only now did he spot me here in the corner and gave Harry a surprised look. "She's still alive?" he asked without paying any further attention to me. Thanks.
"I'm not supposed to kill her, remember?" he replied, annoyed by the question.
"I didn't think you'd stick to it," Zayn said, shrugging his shoulders.
"She doesn't look like she's going to make it much longer without medical care, though," Zayn stated with his eyebrows drawn together. He probably saw my bullet wound. "Weren't you just trying to torture her a little?"
"I did," Harry replied with a grin, and I rolled my eyes. He only shot me in the thigh, so he shouldn't act like I'm the worse injured when he's the one bleeding from the shoulder. In two places. Okay, he also bruised my ribs badly. But that's it.
