The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 52

Hi my loves!! I'm so so sorry this update took me forever, I've had family over for the holidays and haven't really had much time to myself, but it's here now, I love you all!!

"I'll get us something to eat, you stay here," Harry told me, tapping my knee and pushing himself up to stand.

"Okay, get something good" I answered, seeing him turning his head back and giving me a stupid thumbs up before he walked off to all the stalls.

He didn't really look like he fit in here, in his pants and those damn dressy shirts he wears, he was getting a lot of looks because of it but I'm sure it was only feeding his already huge ego.

I on the other hand looked like I belonged here, in my normal denim shorts and white cropped singlet, which also had a lot of people looking at us because he looked so formal and I looked so casual...even though I still think they were only looking at him.

We are at the markets.

I hadn't been to a market since I moved to the city so as soon as Harry told me there was some on, I told him that's where we are going, no questions.

This market was actually one that I had come to a few times before I moved away.

It was a great day for it to, the sun was out but it wasn't hot, just warm on my skin, and being out In the fresh air is exactly what I needed after last night.

I got way too drunk.

I wasn't even that drunk the night of the last party at the club, I don't even know how I got that bad, I just kept ordering fucking drinks, and of course, Harry wasn't going to tell me to stop, although I kind of wished he had.

I also wish that I had gotten that drunk that I forget everything I did, but that is not the case.

I remember all of it...

Trying to fuck Harry in the elevator, all I could think of was when we rode up it and what he did and I got so turned on.

Then again while waiting for the car, there was literally a guy next to us and I tried to put my hands down Harry's fucking pants on the street.

And in the hotel room, I practically begged him to fuck me, that would never happen while I'm sober so I hope he ate it the fuck up because that will be the first and last time I do that.

At least I work up feeling half alright though, I wasn't really that hungover thank god.

I woke up with a bottle of water and some Panadol next to me, Harry had ordered us breakfast that was at the end of the bed, he really is so sweet and he doesn't even know it.

Although, he only has a limit of being sweet for about five minutes before he turns back into the biggest smart ass on the planet.

He had a lot of fun making fun of me for last night...

Sitting at the end of the bed, my mouth full of bacon and fried tomato, I could hear Harry turning the shower off from in the bathroom.

I swallowed the food in my mouth and it wasn't long after that that the bathroom door was getting opened slowly with Harry sneaking out behind it.

He lifted his head up, noticing me and realising that he didn't have to sneak anymore, he was in nothing but a towel, his hair still damp and he had a smug little smile on his face.

He smiled wider, his eyes filling with a playful evilness and lifting his hands up like he was in trouble "you're not gona jump me cause I'm half-naked are you?"