Nefarious

15.

Natasha's P.O.V.

We finish our food and laugh and catch up. It only was two days but when you don't talk to someone you love, even a minute can seem like a lot.

After paying the bill, we headed out of the cafe and started walking down the street. The cafe was in a small corner on the street and there were many shops on each side of the street.

We walk down the street for a little while talking about the gang, him telling me stories I've probably heard a million times but still acting surprised or shocked.

"And then I-" he says continuing his story but is cut off by me following

"shot him in the arm while pretending to be dead" we say in unison laughing together and high- fiving him.

"That always works" he says laughing and walking with me.

We head back to our vehicles and everything almost seems right in the world.

Almost.

I contemplated telling my dad about Harry knowing Eris but I decided against it. We just got our relationship back, what if telling him ruins that?

I hop on my motorcycle and we go back to the hideout. At one point we kinda race each other but obviously I take over and laugh my heart out once he catches up.

Just as we reach the hideout and I start to walk off, he calls out my name and calls me over to him. I job back and stand right in front of him.

"Pumpkin, I had to tell you, today we have to go to a club for a meeting with the committee members and I need you and another one of my best to come along." he says looking at me

"Okay, yeah sure, I'll just call Niall-"

"Yes about that, I don't want Niall to come along. I want Harry." He responds.

"Harry? um but Niall's one of the best." I state defending him.

"I know but he isn't mortal enemies with you. Come on Nat, don't you think it's time to be friends with Harry?" My dad says chuckling a bit.

"I know but-"

"Nat, my decision is final. Harry's coming along with us tonight and that's that." he speaks sternly.

"Alright dad" I mutter, not pushing it.

"It starts at 7 and I expect you to be there on time okay?" he responds his face going back to that loving expression.

"Yes sir, got it."

My dad and I had spent quite a while at the the cafe and it was about 3 pm in the afternoon now. I have about 4 hours to mope that I have to go with Harry or 4 hours to take a nap and then get dressed. yep second option.

I instantly head to my room and slam the door shut behind me wanting nothing more than to take a nap. I set an alarm for 6 pm and collapsed on the bed.

God, I love my bed.

At first, thoughts of today come back to me. The beginning of it and how Harry called me Eris to when I met my dad in the cafe. Things did have a rough start today and they may go to shit later on as well but all I could think of right now was the sweet smell of the cafe and aroma of the coffee lingering in my clothes.

Before I knew it, I was falling into a deep slumber.

I woke up naturally without hearing the sound of an alarm clock.

Shit. No sound of the alarm clock.

I checked the time to see it was 6:30.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was supposed to leave by now. As fast as I can, I change into a black fitted t-shirt and black jeans. I grab my sneakers in a haste and quickly run out the door.

I wear my sneakers as I run down the hallways like a crazy woman shoving everybody past me and hearing squeals and shrieks from behind me.

I reach the garage door in a hurry and immediately put my keys in to start it.

"Not today Satan." I say laughing a bit plotting in my mind how much time it would require for me to get to the club if I go higher than the speed limit.

However my planning is put on pause as my motorcycle doesn't start.

Satan really said yep, today.

I let out a frustrated sound and try to see what's wrong my motorcycle until I hear the garage door open one more time. I look back to see Harry walking up to his motorcycle, whistling and ignoring my existence completely.

"Hey! Harry wait!" I holler as he gets on his bike.

"Huh? Me?" he asks pointing to himself still whistling.

"Yeah idiot who else?" I question sarcastically.

"Ah yep. Forgot you were a bitch. Bye-bye." he speaks as he goes to start his motorcycle.

"Wait! wait! Okay I'm sorry, can I get a ride?" I almost beg pathetically.

"Woah, woah aren't you gonna take me out on dinner first?" He says cheekily.

"God you're such a dick."

"Okay then goodbye!" He calls out before leaving atop his motorcycle shooting up the middle finger.

"Fucking asshole" I murmur to myself and call Niall.

"Hey Niall, I'm getting late for something, can I take your car?" I ask on the phone.

"Sure but if you scratch it, you're paying."

"Yeah, yeah bye" I say, rolling my eyes.

Luckily, Niall always leaves his keys on in a box in the garage. he says it's for easier access and that's his way of saying that he's just very lazy. It's probably very unsafe and I've told him about 100 times but he just doesn't seem to care. Now I'm thanking him for not listening.

I start up the car. A Bugatti La Voiture Noire. Six exhaust tailpipes. zero to sixty-two mph in 2.4 seconds. Saying I was fascinated by this car was the understatement of this century. Niall had many cars and this was another one of his prized possessions.

I hear the engine rev and feel my heart skip a beat. I was sure as hell gonna get to the club in time now.

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