Faceless [H.S]

Sweet Nothings. 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

VALERIE'S P.O.V

The ride to my home was silent between us both. Just me, clutching on Harry's waist on the back of his motorcycle, choking back tears. I just felt so stupid, clinging on to him. But, Harry protected me. I hated to admit it--but I felt so safe right now. My gut feeling was telling me not to trust him, but it was all I could do in this moment. I didn't have anyone to run to. I didn't have anyone to protect me like this. He saved me from Liam the other night... made sure I was safe.

Look at me, justifying him. Fuck...

I knew Liam was going to be behind bars now, and that made me feel less terrified. It was all because of him. Who would've known what Liam would've done to me if he wasn't there?

I wondered what Harry meant by 'he made a couple people upset'. When Liam was fighting him he was talking about Faceless--was that it? Was that who he upset? A chill ran down my spine. Faceless.

They were the most notorious killers. Criminals. They were terrifying. Those masks. Those brutal deaths. I grabbed Harry's waist tighter as he sped through the bustling city streets. I watched as the lights blurred; the sounds of cars rushing by my ears.

He finally made it to my apartment, a little apartment complex on the west side of Central Park on 98th street. He parked, kicking up the peg and getting off the bike. I got off as well, and he held my hips to help me. "Thank you for taking me home," I said. He grabbed my bag and shook his head.

"It's nothing, it's what I'm s'posed to do," he replied, walking toward the steps.

"Harry." I spoke.

He stopped and turned, looking at me behind his helmet.

I was scared. I didn't want to say it, but I was terrified. I took my lip in between my teeth, folding my arms across my chest, looking around.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Why was Liam talking about Faceless?"

He paused, taking in a deep breath. I could tell he was thinking of what to say. "I dunno. Honestly. He's a fucking lunatic."

Maybe he was right.

"Do you know anything about Faceless?" I asked. It was a shot in the dark, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know more about who he was.

"What, about those criminals? Fuck no," he chuckled. "No, I don't know anything about them nor do I work with them. Liam was just stealing some money from me and a couple of my boys. That's all."

His words were smooth. I nodded, slowly. So that's what he meant. Does that explain the guns and the violence, though?

"Sounds like him. Broke." I scoffed, walking up the steps, behind him. His tall frame finally got to the door, and pushed it open before being met with another door, that he needed my keys for. On the right side, I placed my keys against a little pad that lit up green and made a beep noise, the door opening.

"I live on the 2nd floor. Sorry you have to walk up the steps," I said, suddenly feeling very awkward with him being here. He shook his head and walked up calmly, not even breaking a sweat. When I first moved here, I was super out of shape. I was coughing and wheezing by the fifth step. Stripping obviously makes you stronger. We got to my door and I unlocked it and kicked it open, being met with my dimly lit apartment.