seduce and destroy

sex on fire

"Niall, oh god, Niall!" I panted.

"I'm almost there!" He yelled, out of breathe. "Cmon, almost there..." He squeezed his eyes shut, thrusting his sweaty body forward.

He let out a large bellow before pushing the last of my stuff into the trunk, "you have a lot of clothes."

"I know, I thrift a lot." I laughed, putting my hair behind my ear.

"Who?" Zayn asked from behind, sitting on a lawn chair and reading a magazine. Delicately, he used his finger to move the single strand of hair that was in front of his face back, then proceeded to put his hair back in a 90s headband.

"Oh, uh, I said that-"

"No, who asked." He said in a monotone voice, slightly chuckling at his comment, then continued to read his magazine.

Zayn didn't say many words, but when he did, they were quite powerful.

We were all sitting outside the bus because it was hotter in there than it was outside, and we needed to fill up on gas. Niall thought it was a good opportunity to help officially get my stuff put away and do some work like washing the bus, which i enjoyed. Him, Louis, and Liam all washed the bus for fun, SHIRTLESS. i bit my lip, it was hot af.

Zayn was sitting far away in the shade, he said he didn't want the humidity ruining his hair or vocals (???), and no one questioned because that man was perfect and it needed to stay that way.

Harry, of course, didn't want to take his shirt off and was somehow wearing a black T and skinnies without even breaking a sweat.

"I'm going to run some Mafia errands-I mean regular errands! Again! God damnit, Liam!" He threw his pair of sunglasses to the floor in frustration, doing a 360 spin. "I'll be back in a few, keep washing the bus, bitches." His leg swung around onto his motorcycle, and he wrapped a bandana around his head. I heard the motorcycles engine growl as Harry began driving away. I sighed, contemplating what mafia/regular errands he was doing exactly.

Harrys POV:

I stopped abruptly, dust flying in the air until it revealed the man standing in front of me.

"What you're doing is very risky, Styles." Simon said in a low voice, which i couldn't help but scoff at. that twink was trying to act so tough in front of me, it was pathetic.

"mind your own business and shut the fuck up." i said sternly, getting off my motorcycle. "it's going to work."

"it's not and you know it." he spat, and i held him by the neck just as the words left that old mans mouth.

"for once, i want to do something right. so id advise you to stop patronizing me and give me the damn cash." i flared my nostrils, tightening my grip. he nodded, his face turning purple, and i let go just because i really needed that money and he looked even uglier than he already was when being choked. i'm sure emery would look beautiful with my hands as a necklace...i-i-i-i mean, no. no.

"i'm trying to look out for you, you know that."

"yeah, last time you said that, i ended up in this situation. i wouldn't BE in this fucking situation in the first place if you just stayed the fuck away from me." i grabbed the money from his hands. "my life is on you. and i will haunt you when i'm dead."

"cmon, you cant say that it was all bad."

a month ago i would've actually killed him for thinking something so absurd, but now all i could think about was emery...

even the girl hiding behind that bush reminded me of her-

wait.

"Emery!?"

Emery stood up, cringing, wearing her thrifted tank top and low rise denim shorts with a sparkly pink belt and platforms. her pin straight hair laid on her dainty milky shoulders, a headband in it. "Hi..." She waved.

"What the fuck!?" I screamed, charging towards her. "Did you fucking follow me!?"

"I just wanted to know why you were acting so suspicious!" She screamed in defense, yelping as i gripped at her shoulders.

"How did you even get here?"

"Zayn drove me, he said the wind in his hair would give his hair a lot of extra volume." Her voice was shaky and nervous, and deep down i felt bad for scaring this angel. NO. NO. i don't give a fuck about this stupid fucking bitch that's ruining all my plans to keep her safe!

Just as I was about to scream at her some more, I heard a roaring engine from behind me, and noticed that that bitchass Simon just drove off with my motorcycle.

"You fucking cunt!" I yelled, running after him but he was too fast. I looked back to the girl, who was biting her lip and rubbing her arm awkwardly. I huffed "there's a motel a few miles from here. just...follow me"