The Mafia //h.s au

three.

I slowly fumbled with the cup of coffee in my hand as it warmed my body. The room was cold and somber as the night brought rain that softly swept throughout the town. I turned my head to meet the window I drew on last night. It was foggy and smudged with my fingerprint remnants, I smiled as I looked at my badly drawn art all blotchy and smeared.

However, my smile slowly disappeared as I looked closer at the window. The fog started to move upward in a swirl! I wipe my eyes with my sweatshirt then look again realizing that the window wasn't foggy, it was blocked by cigarette smoke finding its way from down the fire escape.

I roll my eyes and set my cup down taking a deep breath as I headed for the door. I always hated cigarette smoke, especially when my father smoked them around me. They always gave me the biggest headache not even Asprin could cure.

I slid on some shoes and swing open the door, stepping out onto the fire escape. The wintry air kissed my face like Jack Frost himself was standing in front of me. I place my hands on the metal railing and peer over the fire escape like a spy in disguise.

"You know, instead of sneaking around you could just come down and say hi." The sentence was low, raspy, and echoed off of the stone walls. I looked around to see where the sarcastic comment came from but to my surprise, the boy with the chocolate locks met my gaze as I glanced below.

My heart stopped as I followed his directions and met him on the last step.

"Jasey," I stated as I extended my arm. He stood straight, unfolded his arms, and threw his cigarette to the ground. 

"Harry," He reciprocated and took my hand. The smell of cigarette smoke filled my lungs as I looked away and let out a cough.

"Apologies for the smoke." He said while squishing the bud with his foot "Had quite the night, unfortunately." His eyes were tired and his lack of enthusiasm drew me in more.

"Quite the show you and your friends had in my flat last night," I said trying to lighten the mood.

His eyes widened along with his smile. " That was you? I'm so-"

I cut him off. " No need to apologize, I'm new here and honestly that added some much-needed drama to my night. " I say and shift my gaze.

"Liam can be quite the party boy, both a blessing and a curse. You should meet the rest of my brothers sometime." He said and went back upstairs.

"If you're game, I have some coffee at my place if you'd like" I frantically spit out.

"Maybe another time? I have things to attend to," he said, not even turning to face me.

I stood there and let my eyes follow him up to his door Room 93. I made a mental note just in case I ever needed that later. I raced up my stairs, shut the door behind me, and slid down to meet the wood floor. My thoughts were everywhere, why did he make me so nervous? I don't even know him. He was so intimidating even in casual conversation AND he has brothers? They can't be the boys I saw earlier, can they?  Before I could finish my next thought, my front door opened and smacked me in the back of the head.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed and held the back of my head. I sprung to my feet and was met with the face of my father.

"Watch your mouth Jace, what are you doing on the floor?" He snapped back looking confused.