His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 29

Thea Parker

"So...What happened with you and Harry last night?" Louis asked me as we all sat around the kitchen table.

"Nothing much." I try to play it cool.

"Oh, so he didn't like completely loose his shit?"

I take a deep breath,"He was actually calm."

"Are you sure about that?" Niall raises his eyebrows.

"Yes, why?" I give him a confused expression.

"Because there are bruises all over your neck." Liam points out.

My eyes widen as I felt my neck.

Shit.

"Um...It's nothing." I blush.

Niall eyes me suspiciously before a small smirk makes it's way onto his face.

"Wait...Did you guys have sex? Like really rough sex?"

"I don't know w-what you're taking about." I tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

"You guys did! Holy shit." He starts to laugh hysterically.

"I didn't know you were a freak darling." Louis grins.

"Oh my god." I cover my face.

"It's nothing to be afraid of love, we've all done it." Liam rubs my back.

"So? I didn't want you guys to know."

"Well in that case you should have done a better job of hiding the evidence." Zayn refers to the red marks on my neck.

"Leave me alone." I say and they all laugh.

"What's going on in here?" A deep voice asks from behind me.

"I think you should know." Louis winks.

Harry gives him a confused look before spotting the hickeys on my neck. He smirked and shaked his head with humor.

"You look really fucking hot babe." My eyes widen.

"Harry!"

He just shrugs and takes a seat besides me.

"So what's on the agenda today?" Louis asks.

"I don't think we have any heists at the moment and we've taken care of our weapons problem so at the moment I think we're good." Harry explains.

"Good because I am so tired." I place my head on the table.

"I bet you are." Liam snickers.

"Stop!" Now I know my face is heating up in embarrassment.

"Knock it off boys before I put a bullet in each one of your skulls." Harry's eyes suddenly darken.

"Yes boss." They say in unison.

"Are you done eating?" Harry turns to face me.

"Mhm." I mumble.

Without a word he stands up and grabs my arm and drags me out the kitchen. We walk quickly down the hallway, his grip on my arm getting tighter.

"Harry! Where are we going?" I ask.

"Look, I need you to trust me and listen to exactly what I say, understand?" He glances at me.

"You're scaring me."

"I don't want to risk you getting taken from me or hurt again so this time I'm going to use desperate measures." I furrow my eyebrows.