Faceless [H.S]

Nothing More, Nothing Less. 08

CHAPTER EIGHT

HARRY'S P.O.V

"Well if it isn't the infamous owner of Cloud Nine," Valerie purred. I took a deep breath, staring down at her from behind my helmet. She was batting her eyelashes up at me like nothing was wrong two seconds prior. I could tell she was drunk. If her voice and appearance wasn't saying it, I could smell it.

"You're a sly little fucking fox," I spat. "You wanna tell me why you're shit faced right now?"

A small grin spread on her face, dimples in her cheeks. "I'm not... I just drank a little, thas'all."

"And you wanna explain to me why the fuck Liam was right the fuck there? You thought I wouldn't be able to find out?" I questioned. When I got the call that Liam was pulling up outside of the club, I made it here as fast as I could. What does she think she's doing, having him there?

I removed my helmet, but I was still in a balaclava. She could only see my eyes.

"That's kind of hot," she said, suddenly. "Not you. I hate you. The mask thing. I like it, I think."

Yeah, she's fucked up. I extended my hands to fix up her hair, as it had a couple strands out of place from the scuffle. "Take your ass the fuck home," I demanded.

"No, I'm dancing," she whined.

I took the cigarette from her hand and she pouted.

"No, I told you you're going the fuck home."

"No--I'm not."

"Val, you're making me really fucking angry." I balled my hand up into a fist and placed them on the wall behind her.

"Fuck you," she snapped. Her eyebrows were furrowed.

"I will not hesitate to fucking hurt you right now, but I'm trying not to," I spoke, quietly.

When I got back to the warehouse after dealing with her the first time, Jackie was livid. She said I needed to be calmer when engaging with people, so that shit like this wouldn't happen. Niall and the other guys did too. I felt targeted. They said that she'd call the police or tell Liam what I was doing, and now look. This is an even bigger mess, for fucks sake. I hate when they're right.

They reminded me that Faceless was created in order to protect people and kill who only deserved it, not terrify innocent people. But, I couldn't fucking help it. The blood lust within me only grew more and more each day and Valerie had a tendency to fucking make it come out like no other. She activated something primal within me, I wanted to rip her apart. And seeing that she was out there with Liam, in that tiny red latex bikini, only made me want to do it more. When I got that call that he was outside, I wanted to strangle them both.

"Hurt me how?" she asked, placing a hand on my black leather jacket.

"Valerie," I growled, tensing up. She had a mischievous grin on her lips, her cheeks flushed. Yeah, that liquor was hitting her.

"Harry," she breathed.

My eyes widened and I moved back. What the fuck?

"Take your ass inside, grab your shit, I'm taking you home," I huffed.

"You don't want a dance, Harry?" she asked.

Fuck, fuck. She's not supposed to know that. I tried to ignore it. No one calls me by my name. This could be terrible. I hope she's so drunk she forgets by the morning.

"Fine, you're no fun," she rolled her eyes.

I pulled my phone out my pocket, dialing Julie.

"Yes, Sir?"