Perish {H.S}

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It's been two weeks since I last seen gregor.

Come to think of it. It's been two weeks since I've seen harry too, which I guess is a good thing.

Sarah has been visiting regularly. Everytime the doorbell rings, she's running to the door like it's the last thing she will ever do. "If it's him, I wanna see his face when I tell him that he's a dead man walking." Is her excuse.

Having had two weeks to think about what happened the last time I seen him, honestly? I have no clue how to feel.

I feel betrayed. I feel sad. I feel angry and scared. I don't even know if I still love him. How can you love someone who put you in danger and physically hurt you?

But then there's another part of me that remembers the sweet Greg. I just don't know which one of them is real.

Maybe they both are. Or maybe its just the way he is.

He's never snapped at me so far that he'd lay a hand on me before. Maybe he was still drunk?.

"Excuse me?." A pair of fingers are snapped in my face. Literally snapping me from my thoughts. I'm met with a young looking blonde guy with blue eyes and a cheeky smirk. "Sorry-  what did you say?" I ask in a daze and he laughs half heartedly.

"I'll have a bottle of beer, and what ever your having sweetcheeks." He winks at me as he slaps a £10 note onto the sticky bar table. I notice he has a very prominent Irish accent.

"Oh, I cant drink on the job." I let out a breathy laugh and he shrugs and looks around. "Is your boss here?" He asks as he looks around. I shake my head once having a peer at the people surrounding the bar.

"Take a shot with me!." He exclaims cheerfully. "Seriously?" I ask bewelled and he nods and gives me a look as if to say "well duh."

Well my boss is a phycotic prick.

He dangled me off a roof and threatened me. He then turns up at my door the next day acting blaze to the situation.

Two words.

Fuck- it.

"Ok." I shrug meangfulnessly as I turn to retrieve his beer, along with two shots of the closest spirit I have in my reach- fireball. I pull out two shot glasses and pour equal amounts of the liquid into the glasses before placing them into the table.

He picks up his shot and I'm next to fallow.

"On three" he smirks and I nod

"1" he raises his brows and my lips perk a ghost of a smile.

"2" he closes his eyes to prepare.

"3" we both chug down our drinks.

He then chases it with a generous swig of his beer, while I suffer from the intense burn gliding down my throat like a water slide.

Man that felt good.

"Niall? What the fuck are you doing?" We both snap our heads over in the direction of the deep gravel voice.

Well isn't this lovely?

There stands with a sour expression on his face, A tall tattoo covered smartly dressed harry.

"Look who it is." I snide and he scoffs. The guy who i presume is niall, looks between us both with a questionable look.

Harry groans and ruffles his hand through his long curly brown locks. His brows stay furrowed and his jaw Clentches.

"Be careful with that one- he might threaten your life and dangle you from a roof top." I whisper to niall. "Wait, what?"

"Leave." Harry speaks up and we both turn to face him again.