Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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Waking up to have your arms wrapped around me, Quinn makes me feel complete.
"Mya?" I snap my eyes open when his voice is not behind me, but is infront of me. All I can see are his grey joggers. My head slowly raising so I can look at his face. Quinn stands over me, his face scrunched up with confusion and anger as I try and wake myself up.
"what time is it?" I question quietly, my head beginning to pound. How much did I have to drink last night? God, I need an aspirin and a fanta from mcdonald's.
"it's time you tell me what the fuck is going on here." I stare at him for a moment.
"that's not a time." I groan, my hand covering my face from the pain my head is in. I turn my head to look at who's arms are wrapped around me, luckily. Im under the quilt so nobody can see, im met face to face with harry's sleeping one. His features are soft, his hair is sprawled out over his forehead and slightly onto the pillow, I blink at him before looking back over to Quinn. Not really knowing what to say, then a groan comes from further along my bed.
Then poppys head comes out of nowhere as she sits up, rubbing her eyes. "fuck me, never let me drink again." She whimpers before looking over at me, to see Quinn. Her eyes widen and she looks at me and then quinn.
"sorry." She forms her lips into a line before getting up.
"Mya what the fuck have you being doing? The last I knew, you where too tired to speak to anyone. Why is he in bed with you?" he snaps at me, I turn my head to look at him. Just as confused as him.
" I don't know Quinn, I was too drunk to remember anything." I mumble as I get up as quickly as i can to free myself from harry's grip. I look at the bed as I stand up, Niall is laid next to Harry. Thank god. "why are you getting so worked up about this?" I question as I scrape myself into the kitchen. The sound of Poppy taking a shower filling my ears as we walk past the bathroom.
"because you had a relationship with him Mya? Have you forgotten that?" Quinn snaps again. I pick up the bag of coffee beans and pour them into the machine, my head spinning with pain, before I grab a glass and fill it with water.
"Why are you ignoring me? Have you done something with him?" I find some aspirin and place it into my mouth, swilling it down with some water as the smell of fresh coffee beans fills the kitchen. Along with multiple questions from Quinn.
I take a deep breath and turn my head to look at him. Quinn is stood by the island, that is covered in bottles, chips and dips and cups.
I don't like it when you like this, Quinn. "No what. We haven't done anything together, I want to be with you and you only. I can't remember anything past poppy, Niall and Harry coming back here. I know you where at work while I was here getting drunk, but so what? This is my place and I can do whatever I want, I had a hard time yesterday and i'm too fucking hungover to have an argument with you. So if your going to be a cunt might aswell just leave now because i'm not having this. Not today quinn." I step closer to him as I point towards him. i'm too tired to fight, i've been doing it for the past 22 years of my shitty life and I just want one day off from it.
