Poisonous grey h.s

9

"Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years"

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HARRY STYLES

Looking him straight in the face, no fucking way, I couldn't believe it. I told myself that if I ever saw him again that I would punch him in the face. Give him a proper beating, unlike that night where I was forced to stop.

And what are the odds that I've run right into him tonight.

I bite my lip, failing to keep in my anger. If I could do anything right now it would be to attack him. He still hadn't noticed I was here. He was back-faced looking at someone, and I was in the corner so it would be nearly impossible for him to spot me.

The night I met him he was not only touching Charlie when he knew he was allowed, but he was being sexist.

And by the looks of it now he's the person who's buying this newly stole statue off me, or well stolen from Lilith. It was all very sketchy, and unusual. There's no way I'm letting him take this statue home, after knowing what he did.

I can smell a mole from a mile away.

"What's your name!" He looks up at me "Jacob" he coughs out. I still remember the night I met him, and I was sure it would've been the last night. But considering the club being private owed, he had to at least know someone from around here. There's no way he was just let in.

His dark brown hair and skin that looks unnecessarily soft for someone as vile as him, and the thick braids on his head show me just the confirmation I need.

I stare at him, he seems to be waiting for someone, or waiting for me. I almost want to go up there because I know he would be scared shitless to see me again and it would be so funny to see the look on his face.

But for now, I've got to wait.

If he's meeting someone else there would be no point in walking up to him.

Usually, these meetings are anonymous but you can only buy my work if you have a history with the business, or you have been recommended by one of my clients. I wasn't informed which one the buyer was, but it was through Louis, which they usually are so I trusted it.

But now seeing his fucking face has me second-guessing, who would've thought he was someone who was into stuff like this.

I wait for twenty or so minutes, checking my watch to what it feels like every second. And I take a deep breath finally noticing that someone is still not with him, but he is waiting. I shrug my shoulders. "I guess it's time" I whisper to myself.

As I move out from behind the corner I start making my way towards him. He looks pretty frustrated, probably wondering where the hell I was. Little did he know I was here this whole time. Now knowing he's here for me, I can beat the shit out of him, and ask who the hell he works for.

When doing this stuff you've got to be careful, you never know who works for the cops. I've never got caught before, but I know people who have.

And trust me that will not be me.

As I get closer to him he looks up at me, and his eyebrows raise, and he takes a deep breath in what I assume to be a relief.