Gangster

Chapter 12- Part 1

Ow. Ouch. Fuck.

I struggled to open my eyes. When I finally did, it took me a minute for everything in my sight to stop spinning. I sat up ever so slowly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my head.

I am never drinking again. Ever.

I forced myself to stay upright and took in my surroundings. The room was not very tidy; there were clothes over the chairs and a few posters of bands like The Eagles and Deep Purple stuck on the walls. There was a scent of some male perfume in the air which wasn't all that bad.

But where the fuck was I? What happened? 

I tried to reconstruct the previous night in my mind. Drinks, yes I had martinis hadn't I? That bloody drink. I was never having that even if my life depended on it. 

Blonde hair...blonde, yes oh my god Jamie. I had been on a date with the cute and sweet Jamie. How had that ended? 

Wait. No.

I never hooked up with guys on the first date. Well to be honest I had never hooked up with anyone so far. Sex was something I was yet to experience, despite being 21 years old.

But there was no one in the bed next to me. And then I remembered Jamie and I kissing as he dropped me off at my apartment. 

But this wasn't my fucking apartment either. 

Oh sod it.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice coming out in a hoarse tone. I cleared my throat and tried again and this time my voice was louder. 

"Hey is anyone there in this flat?"

I got off the bed and tried to open the door-but it was locked. 

What the heck? 

"Hey!" I yelled banging my fists on the door. "Is anyone out there? Can you hear me?"

There was a sudden sound of a key being inserted in the lock. But before it turned I heard a low voice.
"I'll deal with her and I don't want you guys to interfere, alright?"

I backed off in fright. That voice. I could recognize that voice anywhere. It haunted me in my sleep. That low, sexy voice never left my head. 

Harry.

But how did I end up in his flat? 

The lock clicked open and the devil himself walked in, looking absolutely delicious as usual.
How was it possible? 

"Morning, Angel," he said with a sweet smile, though I noticed the spite behind it. "Did you sleep well?"

"Well, considering you drugged me, I slept pretty damn fine," I said rudely, as the events of the previous night came back to me. Liam in my apartment. Drugging my drink. 

Fucking asshole.

Harry chuckled and he shut the door. I gulped as he locked it and walked towards me. I moved back till the bed hit the back of my knees. Harry came close and placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me. 

"Angel, do you remember what I told you the last time we met?" He asked softly but I could sense the rage under it. 

Fuck.

"I do," I said trying to keep my voice steady. "But I chose not to listen to it."

"Oh really?" He moved even closer to me. "And do you remember what I told you would happen if you disobeyed me?"

My eyes widened as I remembered his threat. Would he really spank me?

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna do that now," said Harry reading my mind. "But I'll have you know, if I see with any other guy again, you will be punished and I won't feel sorry for even a second."