Irreplaceable

Twenty two

Mya Amalia
I hate myself for giving into Harry this easily. I always end up in shit situations when I am around him. Like the last time I spent time with him I had a pregnancy scare, the other time  I killed people and lets not fucking mention the whole 9 months I spent trapped with him on tour dealing drugs, killing and having too much sex. Im reckless around him it's completely unnecessary. It's time to put this whole ordeal to a close and move on with my life. Just the beginning of this year I was happy, I had a fiancé and I was planning my life with my best friend. Now im fianceless, I've lost my best friend, Im the head of one of the largest mafia gangs and I have a 6ft something , green eyed, crazily obsessed, British guy stood here cleaning up cuts on my face.

"I told you not to stop babe." Harry mumbles under his breath as he stares at the deep cut on my face, he found some surgical tape to be able to hold the cut together until it heals enough by itself . His tongue is poking out of the corner of his mouth. His pupils are massive, I will not be surprised if he has taken some cocaine or other drug of some kind.

I frown at his comment, "Firstly, Do not call me babe. Secondly, if someone didn't have to kill someone I wouldn't have had to drive off the way I did , which resulted in me dropping my phone down the footwell of my car." Im tired of him thinking that Im a silly little 19 year old now when Im not anymore im so much more independent than the girl that he met almost 2 years ago. I don't want this lifestyle anymore, I want to settle down and live a normal life.

He finally finishes cleaning me up, I don't say anything as he begins to place all the items back into the first aid box. I watch him for a moment before grabbing my bag from the table and my coat from back of the chair. I hear him shuffling about as I walk towards the door. I don't want to speak to him anymore, He has the cheek to make it out like I wanted to have a fight? No thank you. I open the door and the footsteps come a sudden halt before they begin to head towards me.

I step out into the hallway before he can slam the door closed to stop me from leaving. I can hear his calls from in the room, they follow me. He's so much like a lost sheep. I stare at the ground, my pants are ripped in places they shouldn't be and my shoes are scuffed to the maximum. Niall appears and I come to a stop. Shit.

I look over my shoulder, Harry is at one end of the corridor. His arms crossed, his posture is slightly slouched but his muscles are prominent from flexing his arms, his tattoos are freely on display as he is wearing an iconic white t-shirt. His black jeans hug his legs and his chelsea boots are scuffed from him wearing them constantly.

I turn back around to face Niall. He's standing with a grin on his face, his hair pushed away from his face with his sunglasses, he's pretty much dressed identical to Harry apart from he's wearing classic vans. I stare at him for a moment as I think of an excuse before giving him a small smile. "Just heading out to the shop. Harry wants some chips." I walk past him casually as he processes what I have just said to him.

Before Harry can even say anything I make a quick exit. I run straight into the stairwell and down the stairs as fast as my feet can carry me. I make it down two flights of stairs before I hear the fire exit door swing open and the sound of feet stomping down the concrete floor is followed behind me. I can hear Harry swearing at Niall while he just laughs at Harry for been 'so stupid to let her out of your sight'. I manage to make it down a fair few floors before I begin to slow down. I can feel a god horrific pain in my left leg that travels from my knee all the way up to my hip. I can hear the footsteps getting closer to me. Fuck. Fuck. Triple fuck.

I just stop in the middle of the stairs as I wait for them to catch up. It doesn't take them long, But I could have made it out without them catching me. Of course Harry is the person in front, when he sees me. His face is furious, it was like seeing the other side of him. The cold, rude and aggressive side that I used to have to face everyday. But, its been so long since I've had to see that it makes me feel violently ill when I see him like this. My little smirk drops just as fast as it appears. Niall comes closely behind Harry, but his expression has not changed since I saw him in the hallway apart from his cheeks are a little more red from running down 4 flights of stairs.

Me and Harry just stare at each other for a moment. I can feel the anxiety build up in me, what is he actually going to do to me? Have I pushed too may buttons this time.

I muster up the courage an spit out "You caught me?" Im still slightly out of breath from running so fast, So is Harry as he is breathing heavily through his nose. I can hear Niall laugh from behind Harry and I can't help but giggle along to. Harry turns around to Niall and shoves him, causing him to grunt and land on the dips of the stairs. We both stop laughing and Harry turns to face me.

"Not laughing now are we, princess."

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Not too shabby if you ask me.