Leader Of The Mafia {h.s}

025

Bree Tyler

My head pounded as the world around me was becoming visible again. I remember a little bit of last night, but some was still foggy. I'm guessing it was the vodka that had an negative affect on my clouded memory.

I slightly peeled my eyes opened, I saw Harry laying in front of me with his eyes staring into mine with a devious smirk; as my fingers ran through his hair.

"How'd you sleep?" He rasped in a morning voice.

"Not great," I chuckled slightly "you?"

"I slept fine." He shrugged and I smiled at him, I do remember that I was no longer mad at him.

"What was that girls name?" I asked him, being the first full sentence I've asked this morning.

"Who- oh Mandy." He nodded, realizing what girl I had been talking about. The stripper.

"Mandy..." I tutted, "interesting name."

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Harry furrowed his brows.

"I am not jealous," I chuckled under my breath, "just curious." Harry nodded in sly suspicion.

"God I feel so hungover." I complained, lightly untangling my hand from his curls, as I rubbed my temples. "And my back hurts from sleeping on this hard tile floor." I groaned.

Harry slithered his hand behind my back, he began to rub circles on the bone ache, giving me a back massage; which I appreciated.

"Thanks," I smiled, and he nodded.

"Feel good?" He rasped, as he massaged my upper back more, deepening the soothes.

"Mhm." I whined.

"How about your shoulders?" He questioned, sliding his hand from my back and up to my shoulders, he began squeezing them to massage them. "They're quite tense."

"Yeah, it f-feels good." I hummed.

"My mother was actually a massage therapist," Harry stated.

"Really? That's pretty neat. Did she teach you how to do good massages?" I bit my lip in slight curiosity.

"Yeah. She owned her own little spot, and I watched her massage her clients. I would practice massaging random objects so I could be just like her-" He shrugged, stopping his sentence when he looked at me like he had let out too much information.

"Well you're surely great at it." I lulled my head back slightly, as my nerves that were once tense began to loosen with his rubbing.

"I would hope so." He said, sliding his hand down my back pulling me closer to him.

I felt myself go in for a kiss on his lips, but I had to resist.

Our make-out session was only a one time thing, right?

I rolled my lips inside of my mouth, shutting my eyes slightly before opening them back up again.

"Is your mother still a massage therapist?" I asked.

"No." He lightly tapped my back, shaking his head.

I left the topic at that, starting a new topic that I was more curious about.

"Hey, you probably d-don't know the, uhm..." I stuttered, "uhm..do you have any record of my father?" I gulped. "You know, because you told me you know everything about me."

"Uhm- no. I do not have a record on him." Harry looked around the hallway, as his body stayed laying down.

"Oh, alright." I nodded. I was hoping just to learn at least a little bit about my father; as much as I hated him, I was curious about the whole mystery and why he left us, us being me and my mother. I wanted to know, badly. I just didn't know where I would find my answer.