Faceless [H.S]

Sirens and Morality. 34

HARRY'S P.O.V

SOMEWHERE IN THE HAZE, GOT THE SENSE I'D BEEN BETRAYED

I could hear the shuffling of hurried footsteps behind me and into the elevator. Fucking hell. I took in a deep breath, shaking my head. Knowing who it was, I didn't even bother to turn my head to say anything. Valerie was fucking stubborn, to say the least. 

I just had a gun against her head--I just told her how dangerous this was. I bit at the inside of my cheek and she slid next to me smoothly as the doors closed, and the elevator went down.

"You wanna come, hm?" I asked through gritted teeth, shifting my gaze to stare at her. Her dark brown eyes flicked up at me and with the corner of her glossed lip picked up she sneered a simple, "duh."

I tilted my head back, placing it on the elevator wall. I closed my eyes. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

She folded her arms across her chest, pouting. "You can't keep doing this to me. You're hiding."

"From what?" I asked, irritated.

"From yourself, Harry."

The words hung in the air.

I knew we had just had a moment in my apartment. A moment of her seeing me. 

And not a member of Faceless. Not the man she had met at the club. Not the man that threatens people when he feels he needs power. No. She saw me. Harry. And she didn't run from me. I opened up, and she welcomed me. She acknowledged my feelings, my pain, my trauma. She is just as fucked up as me.

So maybe, I was hiding from myself. I was still scared. 

And I'm scared I'll hurt her, too. I already have.

"You brought me into this--" she sighed. "So just let me... let me see what it's like. I want part of this."

"Viv's gonna be pissed," I mumbled, rubbing my temples. The elevator door opened in the garage and she walked out first, her perfume hitting my nose the second her hair swayed slightly. Christ, help me. She looked over her shoulder at me and I licked my lips, her eyes locked on me. Her perfectly angular features, her dark, sultry hair. She was just a siren. I gulped a bit, my hands in fists. 

"Let her be. I'm the older one, she can't tell me what to do," she said. She stared at all the cars, furrowing her eyebrows. "Which one is it again?"

"All of them?" I replied. 

Her eyes widened and she awkwardly nodded her head, slowly, lips in a tight line. 

"Just pick one and let's go." I said, "I don't have time to waste."

* * *

I was hurrying down the streets; used to the speed and feeling at ease behind the wheel. Valerie was gripping on my thigh so hard she almost broke through my pants to my skin. I wanted to laugh--she was terrified.

"Harry, fuck--" she gasped out, "do-do you think you could slow the fuck down?"

I turned to look at her.

"Fuck! Keep your eyes on the road, oh my god--ay, Dios--I'm gonna die in this car--" she squeaked out.

"Slow down?" I taunted, pressing a bit and the speed picking up.

"Oh, my god--" she gripped my thigh even tighter. "Oh my god, and you're running red lights, you're gonna kill someone!"

"Nothing I haven't done before," I smiled to myself, turning a harsh corner and causing her to squeal. We finally came to a stop--at one of the many abandoned warehouses Faceless met up in. Everyone was inside, I knew. Vivian had called me to meet up, said there was a man in Valerie's apartment, and they brought him here.