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~ Hardin Scott Fan-Fiction ~
Hardin Scott is the ruthless son of a well known London mobster. With his teeth bore and his guard up will he be able...
(Song- Power Over Me by Dermont Kennedy) ———— Hardin's POV
I can't bare to look at her. She is limp, like a goddamn corpse.
"Felix!" I shout his name a couple of times over the noise of the riot, watching as the light brunette emerges from the crowd. He has blood splattered on his face like freckles and his knuckles are chafed.
He drops to his knees as I nod towards Ivory and he returns the gesture, knowing exactly what to do. He gently picks her up from the floor and I feel jealousy sink deep into my bones at the sight of him holding her, and that I am not. I just don't trust myself to be close to her again.. she doesn't deserve any of this.
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As he is walking away I go to charge into the crowd, stopping at a call of my name.
"Harrison is upstairs." Felix yells back over his shoulder and I smirk at the wicked thoughts that begin to poison my mind. He is a dead man walking.
*** Felix's POV
"Hardin?" Ivory mumbles, her eyes remaining closed. I turn to look at her.. she really feels for Hardin. Not in the way that all the other girls 'care' for Hardin. But in a way that makes my chest ache. I want what they have.
"I'm Felix, I don't think we have met." I ramble on, knowing that she definitely won't remember anything when the drugs are all out of her system.
I take in her angelic features, watching as the crease between her eyebrows soften. For a moment I panic, letting myself believe that her heart may have started to slow down.
"Ivory?" I shake her, my chest deflating as her ocean eyes meekly open and squint up at me. Thank fucking god.
If I were to let her die, right now, I would be dismantled and fucking beheaded.
I see the way that Hardin looks at her. She is the best thing that has ever happened to him. And I see the way she yearns for him, she has fear in her eyes. A fear that he may walk away and leave her at any moment.
I know that feeling.
I struggle to open the door to the back seat of the car, gently pushing her inside before walking around the side of the car and climbing into the passenger seat.
"Hardin." Ivory barks, clearly frustrated and demanding to see him.
"Hardin isn't here." I repeat sternly. She is beginning to annoy me already with her obsession with him.
I watch in the rear view mirror as she flops around the back seats, groaning with each movement she makes.
"If you're going to kill me just do it." For a moment I just stare at her, my eyes narrowing with complete and utter confusion at both her straightforwardness and her bravery.
