DECIMATE H.S

Burning paper

H.S

It's been three fun weeks of healing for Miss Masie.

It's finally time for Masie to get her stitches out.

We drive to the hospital, talking about the millions of movies she's made me sit through these past few weeks.

I can't deny that I have enjoyed spending all that time with her, instead of the usual small talk occasionally.

I cannot deny that I am seriously falling for her.

She sits bravely on the doctors bed, the doctor skilfully taking the stitches out and cleaning the wound area.

He tells her it'll be a little sore for a while, but she can go back to doing what she usually does.

My boys are out taking a deal for me, hopefully bringing enough dough home for me to take Masie out for a fancy dinner.

An hour later, Masie and I have had some lunch, looked around at some shops and now heading home.

I get a little nervous driving into the club street now, expecting Scotties men to be waiting for me again.

This time, my nervousness was right.

My jaw drops as I drive in front of the club, smoke pouring out of Masie's window.

Fuck.

Of course they set fire to my fucking club when no ones home.

I park on the side street and dash inside, Masie's footsteps heard behind me.

I just wonder how bad the damage is, and how long it's Been burning.

Masie catches up to me on her freshly un-stitched leg, surprisingly.

I reach for the fire extinguisher on the wall of the club, running up the next flight of stairs.

Masie is right behind me, panting as she runs.

I rip open her flame engulfed bedroom door, quickly slamming it behind me, locking it so Masie doesn't come in and get hurt.

I hear her screaming and banging on the door behind me.

"GET OUT OF THERE. HARRY. PLEASE" She yells.

Once I've successfully extinguished the roaring fire, I pull open the door to face Masie, dropping the empty can on the foam filled floor.

She slowly walks in, mouth agape.

The examines the remains of her room, pure shock evident in her eyes.

She looks over at where the desk used to be, dropping to her knees in the foam.

Masie begins to cry, loud sobs escaping her lipe; tears staining her already upset face.

I pick her up and drag out of the room, she shouldn't have  to see all her stuff turned to ash.

I crouch down on the hallway flor with her, holding h r face.

"Shh shh, it's okay. We'll get you new things baby. I need you to calm down" I say, holding her tight.

"My designs" She cries out.

"You'll be fine. I will get Zayn to help you redraw them, he's really good. It will all be fine" I say, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"That showcase is in the three days, Harry! I was going to mail them to the dressmaker today!" She cries, hugging me tight.

I don't know what to say, I just hold her tight instead.

She rests her head on my shoulder, sobbing violently.

"Everything is ruined" She whispers.

"Don't worry, Scottie has it fucking coming for him" I spit.