[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Fear is the only true enemy, born of ignorance and the parent of anger and hate." - Edward Albert
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Only one room? And then also with only one fucking bed?
That's a damn joke, isn't it? A really bad one. First I got double fucked by Nick, then I had to work with Harry to escape from this psycho guy who wouldn't tell us his name and then I end up here? In a disgusting motel room somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Forced to stay with Harry so I don't lose track of the USBs. Fucking fantastic.
The ugly fringed shirt with matching pants did not improve my mood in the least. I hate western clothes. And the fact that he got himself normal and comfortable clothes and gave me these ugly and flashy ones is another reason why I hate him like the plague.
At least they were fresh...still I felt dirty after this whole day. I got a few scratches on my face which I couldn't disinfect yet, but compared to Harry's wounds, it was nothing.
Since we entered the room he had locked himself in the bathroom to probably pull the bullet that was still in his shoulder out. I could hear that he was having trouble doing that, because he was groaning in pain every now and then. He is too proud to be helped and that's why I could hear him failing miserably.
I must admit that it was a little bit satisfying to hear him suffer. Therefore I couldn't help smiling, with which I sat contentedly on the bed. My legs crossed, I lay stretched out on it and even if the mattress smells anything but pleasant, it's better than nothing. Actually, I was just waiting for the moment when he calls my name to ask for help, but I know that won't happen.
We are similar in this kind of area, because I would never ask for his help either. The one time at his parents' house was enough for me and technically I had actually asked for Louis' help....
At least there is still a small couch in the corner of the room, which we didn't even notice at first glance, with stains whose origin I definitely don't want to find out. The next heated argument about who will sleep there is already pre-programmed. And spoiler alert it's not going to be me.
When Harry's grunts began to annoy me gradually instead of satisfying I got up and tore open the door of the dirty bathroom without a second hesitation. An astonished Harry was now staring at me with wide eyes. He flinched slightly, apparently not having expected me. Shirtless, he sat on the closed toilet seat and his mood immediately worsened at the sight of me.
"What is it?" he barked angrily. "I guess you never heard of knocking on a closed door!" His voice was hoarse and his eyes reflected his fatigue. We could both need some sleep, and after all, I can't if he won't stop being so fucking loud.
"You're annoying me, you know that right?" I fired back at him. He furrowed his eyebrows angrily and ran his tongue over the inside of his lip with a stunned shake of his head. "I'm annoying you? I'm sorry my pain is keeping you from your beauty sleep." he grumbled from the depths of his throat, sarcasm just dripping.
