"Who's that over there?"
The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both.
"Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I scrunched...
the song for this chapter is "(I'm Not Your) Steppin' Stone," by The Monkees :)
AN: yes, I picture Leonardo as Leonardo DiCaprio, and I picture Clarke as Kj Appa :)
Finley
We arrived at a house that looked more like a castle than a home. It was one of the. largest places I'd ever seen and had a view of a large pond in the backyard. And, if that water from the pond wasn't enough, there was a giant pool as well.
"This is where he fucking lives?" I gawked as Harry turned the car off after parking up the large driveway.
"One of the places he lives, yeah," Harry responded, clearly not impressed by the magnitude of the house we had just arrived at. I'm guessing he was just used to grandiose places like this by now, but for me, it was new. Everything was new.
My amazement was interrupted by the sound of a car door opening and closing, and I turned my head to see Harry already out of the car.
"Come on," he urged, looking at me expectantly.
My eyes flitted back up to the intimidating fortress before me and then back down to Harry. His expression softened slightly at my frightened expression, and he closed his eye briefly, letting a sigh fall off of his lips, before opening them again.
Suddenly, he was walking towards my side of the car, opening the door handle and leaning over me, unbuckling my seatbelt just as he had yesterday, and then reaching his hand with the broken chain inked around his wrist in my direction.
Hesitantly, I put my hand in his, allowing him to pull me out of the car, and he gently shut the car door behind me.
I thought that he would release me once he got me out of the car, but instead, he let go of my hand and moved his arm around my waist, guiding me towards the daunting front door of the house.
Standing next to Harry made me feel small, but standing next to this house made me feel microscopic.
"Let's just get this over with, yeah?" he mumbled under his breath as we reached the towering double door entrance to the house.
I couldn't manage to form a reply, all I was able to do was nod quickly in agreement.
His free hand reached forward and pressed the doorbell, and even from outside, I could hear the melodious chiming of it from behind the door.
Seconds later, the door opened, revealing a guy who looked to be around our age.
His eyes widened at the sight of me, and simultaneously, I felt Harry's hand grip my waist slightly.
"Clarke," Harry replied calmly.
"Styles, uh...hey," the man now identified as Clarke replied. He was a couple of inches shorter than Harry and had auburn hair that bordered closer to the red side. His warm brown eyes contrasted nicely with his hair color, and his face was quite chiseled.
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