Nefarious

4.

Natasha's P.O.V.

With that last sentence, I felt nothing but rage. Who does this man think he is? He thinks he can walk into my room, whisper in my ear and tell me what to do? I clench my fists so I don't hit him in the face, or, his dick. Anger flooded my veins and I was really fucking close to shooting him in the head. I noticed as he pulled back with that smug expression on his face. God, I so wish I could slap it off of him. He winked at me before I could reply and left my room.

Without giving it another thought, I pulled a fresh set of clothes from my drawer and laid them on the bed. I couldn't care less about that stupid idiot. It's what he does. His behaviour is to cover up the fact that he's just jealous of me and that my father would most likely have me be the leader of the gang.

That's when I heard another knock. I was so sure that it was Harry wanting to torture me in some form or another and I wanted to give him a piece of mind. I wanted him to know I don't take shit from anybody. He's just another stupid man who can't handle the fact that a woman is going to be leading a gang full of men.

As I opened the door, my speech ready in my mind, I stopped before I could start again, this time to see Niall standing at the door. He looks at me up and down once before saying;

"Nat, I'm sure you have a lovely collection of clothes and even though a towel is a lovely choice, it won't do for tonight" He chuckles.

I roll my eyes and say "If it wasn't for that moron, Harry, I would have been dressed by now."

I'll show him. He'll regret saying absolutely anything to me. I'll put him in his place, I think to myself. I look at the flower print dress I laid out before and know that if I wear this, I won't be able to do anything. Instead, he'll just look at me like I'm some pitiful girl who cries when someone raises their voice at me. I couldn't let him think that.

I tell Niall my idea for tonight and even though he loses his shit in the first two minutes, he warms up to it. He quickly glances at me before leaving me alone in the room with my thoughts.

I knew I couldn't kill Harry. He was too important for my father. Too important for the gang. My thoughts were eating away at my head and I felt flustered yet again. I didn't care about Harry getting in my head. I was scared that in the end, his opinion of me is going to be right. That I'll be some damsel in distress and all I do is cry. I couldn't let him be right. There was only one outlet I could think of to release the pent up frustration, anger and sadness I felt.

drugs.

I walked to my bathroom cabinet and before I could talk myself out of it, I was already unscrewing the top of an unknown drug and putting a pill in my mouth. I pushed away the thoughts of breaking my promise to Niall and went back to my room. I threw my floral dress on the floor and took out my black leather jeans, a black crop top underneath, a black leather jacket and black thigh high boots. In my opinion, Black equals badass.

Usually, I would have left my face bare with little to no makeup but today, I went all out. I did a feline black winged eyeliner which accentuated my brown eyes and applied a nude lipstick to pull my look together.

I walked out of my room with a confident look on my face and saw Niall standing in front of my door, his mouth wide open.

"What?" I ask him lightly chuckling to myself

"Nothing, you just look... hot" he replies closing his mouth and I swear I almost saw drool fall out of it.

"You don't think it's too much?" I question him now doubting my choices.

"It's just right" he says and we walk to the bar together.

My entry in the bar is followed by some whispers and gasps and that's when I feel my head spin. Yep. The LSD was hitting me. Everything felt bright. Colourful. It was like watching everybody through the lens of a kid once again, I felt, like a child. It made me want to forget all my worries, my pain and feel this feeling forever.

Colours were more vivid and I felt, content. This feeling was all I ever wanted. I longed for this feeling ever since I lost my mom. Everything was so peaceful yet so energetic at the same time. I felt energetic. Like I could move an entire mountain, like I could dance to every beat played by each person in this bar, like I could sing for hours. I felt on top of the world.

After what felt like a few short hours and an eternity all at the same time, it was Niall and I's turn to play. Before I started, I spoke into the mic;

"Gentlemen. Originally, we were supposed to play another song. However, due to a certain dickhead visiting me earlier, we are changing it. Hopefully you don't mind! And to the moron who knows I'm talking about you, this one's for you, so enjoy" I exclaimed to the audience as everybody started cheering.

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With the guitar strap on my shoulder I played the first note which made everyone cheer louder. I shot a look at Niall who was setting up his drums and he looked back at me smiling, knowing exactly what's about to come.

As I sang the first verse and played the electric guitar, I instantly felt everybody's eyes on me. All the people in the bar could see I had more energy than usual. Maybe it was the drugs that had me full of energy, or maybe, I was driven by the hatred I felt for Harry. Either way, everybody seemed to enjoy and sing along.

That's when I saw the bar door open and a gust of wind followed. Those same chelsea boots. That same unbuttoned flannel. The same cross necklace. Harry. I didn't know he wasn't there in the bar to begin with. God, I felt stupid. He walked into the bar not paying attention to Niall or I at all. Instead, he went straight to the bar, asked the bartender for a drink and sat with his back facing us.

I continued singing with a lot of energy, until the pre-chorus, by that time, I saw Harry directly staring at me. His green eyes locked with mine and I refused to look away. There was no way in hell I was going to back down. No way in hell I was going to let him win.

I sung the words of the pre-chorus like I was singing it to him.

"I'm gonna take you down

Oh, down, down, down

So, don't you fool around,

I'm gonna pull it, pull it

Pull the trigger"

He raised his brow at me like he was amused and took a small sip of his drink. He tapped his finger on his glass like he was enjoying the beat of the music and like I hadn't just threatened to kill him. That's when I saw out of the corner of my eye, he was lip syncing to the words.

Even though it was barely noticeable, I saw him tap his foot here and there, while he occasionally sang the words to the verses and bopped his head along. I was basically threatening a mad man. Either he was completely oblivious, or he just didn't care.

As the chorus approached, I fixed my gaze on him once again and sang the lyrics.

"Shoot to thrill, play to kill

Too many women with too many pills,

Shoot to thrill, play to kill

I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will"

To my surprise, he made me eye contact with me yet again and sang his heart out. Like he was singing it to me as well. His green irises didn't shift their gaze when I clenched my jaw and looked at him with pure hatred. Looks like he wasn't going to back down either, and at that moment, I knew;

this was gonna be a fun ride. 

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A/N: nat is a badass I love her literally my role model without the killing and drugs