No Guilt

Chapter 3.

Harry

"I don't want to fuck you when I'm drunk anyway."

That was the last thing I said before she dragged me out of that fucking party. I was grateful Dev did that for me, but Zayn knew how I felt about parties, especially when it's filled with a bunch of people I don't fucking know. He's an ass, I'm sure he used Dev wanting to do something nice for me as an excuse to spend money and "fuck bitches", as he loves to say. I only stay calm with him because I know it's his way of coping with Gigi, she was gone and he wished he was too. The only time he could forget about her was when he was high off molly and drunk fucking some pointless bitch on the couch of a club. It hurt me seeing him like that, growing up he was my anchor, before Dev, now I have two.

Sometimes I wish he and Bella would go to each other for comfort, they were both hurting.

Gigi was a light no one could replace, she was their anchor. Her and Zayn starting dating two years ago, which is how I met Dev. It was at Bellas birthday party, Gigi invited me to come with Zayn and I saw Dev that night standing pretty on the DJs stage, it was at that moment I knew I wanted her and that's what led me here; hard as fuck and running out of my own surprise birthday party to fuck.

"Harry how are we getting home?" Her voice filled with laughter realizing our chauffeur had left.

"Zayns' motorcycle is right there," I say with a stern face.

"He'll kill us." Does she not want to have sex or what because that's the fasted way to our apartment.

"But it's my birthday," I smirk, pulling her towards the motorcycle. I have keys for it, I'm his best friend and he gave me the spare when he bought it just in case he lost his. Well, now he's losing the bike, not the keys.

"Get on right now," I tell her as I hop on.

I feel her arms closing in on my body, her front lays on my back. I could feel her nipples through her thin dress, they're hard as a rock.

I start the motorcycle, as I go down the street of the club we hear yelling. Turning around, I see Zayn in the distance, shouting. I can't make out what he's saying over the motor but I'm sure it's foul. I look at Dev, she's laughing her ass off; the ass I can't wait to get my hands on.

"He's with a girl Harold, he's gonna murder you," she was chuckled through her words.

What did she call me?

"Don't call me that, ever." I stare into her eyes, cold and serious, she gaped. I've never seen her scared until now.

"Oh I- I'm sorry, I didn't- I didn't know?" She questioned, not her apology though. She was questioning my reaction to her calling me that. She knows it's my name but I've never heard her say it till now. And I don't want her to say it ever again.

I didn't reply to her, just turned around and drove down 5th ave. We lived in SoHo and I planned on taking the longer route, I needed to think before I fucked her senseless.

Memories started flushing back, again.

"Harold you aren't supposed to be good when you work for something like this." He says, at this moment I was desperate to stop them from causing all this pain. The pain they would eventually project into me.

"It wasn't like this when they recruited us Eddie and you know it, they changed the rules and I'm not going to continue playing the game." If it wasn't for Professor Payne ruining the entire organization I wouldn't have rebelled but that's not the case.