mercy | hes

4

It was almost an hour later, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go to sleep. I was curled up in the mess of sheets, my shaking body curled in a ball against the mattress. I tried to hide myself in the sheets, hoping to just disappear.

I could hear Harry watching a soccer game in the living room with his friends who had arrived a few minutes ago. Their obnoxiously loud voices rang through the halls, so I had no choice than to listen.

"That girl's a real beauty, Haz," I heard Niall say after a few minutes, and I knew they were talking about me. "A bit quiet for my taste."

"Oh, Olivia? Yeah, she's absolutely stunning. Unlike any girl I've seen, really." I heard Harry's raspy voice say and I felt my cheeks heat up.

He cleared his throat. "But anyway, uh...she's just getting used to everything. She'll get over her little anger phase in a week tops."

I rolled my eyes at how confident he was.

"Oh please, I heard everything she said to you in the office. She hates your guts, sunshine." Niall snickered loudly, and I instantly liked him since he understood my hatred for Harry.

A few of the boys laughed and I heard light muttering for a few minutes.

"Maybe. It's hard to tell with girls." Harry said, and I could tell that he was shrugging. I rolled my eyes. I made it very clear to him that I hated him.

"It's not that hard to tell if a girl hates you." Niall chuckled.

"She'll get over it. She hasn't really seen anything yet." Harry said casually.

What else is there to see? I felt my stomach churn just listing the horrible things that I could witness....the horrible things Harry and his gang does...dead bodies...military weapons....drugs....blood...who knows?

I stopped thinking about it.

"$100 she ends up just like Leslie." I heard a higher pitched British voice say after some light chatter, a voice even more raspier than Harry's.

They laughed lightly at his comment.

Who's Leslie and where did she end up? Why would I be like Leslie?

"Fuck off, Louis. I'm planning on keeping this one for as long as possible." Harry said, his voice louder.

He talked about me like I was an object, like he could get rid of me at his leisure.

"Mhmm," Louis hummed in disbelief. "I'm sure that anger and trigger-happy finger tells otherwise."

I heard a few boys laugh at his comment. Trigger-happy? I cringed and gripped the wool blanket in my fist, my knuckles turning white.

"Hop off my balls, Tomlinson." Harry snapped and I heard the boys ooooh like we were in middle school.

Is there going to be a fight? My panicked eyes danced towards the doorknob to make sure it was locked.

"You first, Styles." Louis pushed and I heard some frustratingly loud laughter.

I even heard Harry's hollow laughter filling the apartment. I heard some beer bottles clink musically against the glass coffee table.

"Have you fucked her yet?" I heard a new voice chirp.

The voice had a strong Bradford accent and a somewhat smooth finish. I had the sudden want to jump out of bed, run down the steps, and slap him in the face for talking about my sexual life like that.

"Zayn! You can't ask things like that." another new, British, voice laughed. I heard the boys call him Liam.

I liked Liam.