mercy | hes

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Despite my hatred for the taste, I took another sip. I felt a strange feeling of my blood burning and my mind beginning to unwind.

I stuck out my tongue in attempt to get rid of the bitter taste, making a gagging sound that made Harry laugh.

"You like the feeling of alcohol but not the taste, right?" Harry gulped down half of the beer before setting it down.

"Yeah," I took a larger sip. "Exactly."

"I'm the same way. You'll get used to the taste after time." he assured me and I nodded. "Are you cold?"

"No, why?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Your nipples are hard." He smirked, eyeing my breasts.

I looked down to see my hard nipples poking out from under the shirt. I gasped and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Harry!" I tried to shout but I began to laugh. "Oh my God, how long were you looking for?"

"Probably five minutes."

"You're disgusting," I scoffed, feeling my blushed cheeks spreading through my face.

"I'm a sucker for boobies, what can I say?" He raised his hands and pretended like he was squeezing a pair of breasts.

I glared at him and he laughed with his tongue between his teeth.

I put my head in my hands to cover my laugh. "Can you not say boobies?"

"You have really nice boobies, if that helps." Harry offered, trying to hide his laughter.

I groaned in agonizing embarrassment.

"No. It doesn't help," I leaned my back against the chair but kept my arms crossed over my chest.

Harry slowly licked his bottom lip, sending a shiver up my spine. He knew what he was doing, mesmerizing me in that way. But for some reason I couldn't take my eyes away from him.

"You know, my sister always said-"

"You have a sister?" I almost spit back into my beer.

"Yes, her name's Gemma." Harry said. "She's four years older than me, just like Hannah."

I cringed at the fact that he knew how old my sister was. Just thinking about Hannah made my heart hurt.

"I didn't even think that you had any family." The fact that Harry had family somewhat normalized him, made me realize that he wasn't only a criminal, but a brother, a son.

"I have a mum, too." He looked at me carefully.

"Do they know about your...lifestyle?" I struggled do find the words for his murderous lifestyle without upsetting him.

He lifted an eyebrow.

"Of course. I moved them to a small flat on the edge of the state for hiding a few years ago. It was getting too dangerous for them to live with me. Nobody knows where they are but me and Louis."

I felt like I was beginning to finally learn something about Harry, so I took advantage of it. I took a swig of beer, crinkling my nose slightly from the taste.

I was beginning to feel a little light headed. "And what do they think about everything?"

He shrugged, trying to shake is off. He knew, I know he knew.

I decided to push it. I blame it on the alcohol. I kept my voice low, in an almost patronizingly hypnotizing way. "You know how they feel, Harry."

"No, I don't."