Faceless [H.S]

Patience. 37 *

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Trigger Warning -- The smut in this chapter is really dark/rough/violent and dirty and graphic. Mentions of gunplay, force, and death.

Your mental health matters.

I didn't exactly know why I agreed to let them come with me to Cloud Nine, but we looked like trouble.

Niall was the only one who looked normal; with his fluffy blonde hair and giddy smile. Harry and Vivian on the other hand... they stuck out like sore thumbs, clad in their black attire and stern faces. 

Vivian was wearing a black, lacy long dress that clung to her petite frame; and Harry was wearing a button down and slacks. They practically looked like a couple, the way they matched in outfits and sported their bored faces.

I told Vivian she looked pretty. She didn't say thank you, just kissed my cheek and smiled. I accepted that. She didn't do too well with compliments.

I was sporting a velvetty gold dress and thigh high heeled boots, my lips glossy. The front of the dress was dangerously low, thank God for nipple pasties.

My hair was pulled up into a high ponytail; middle part, slicked back and pristine. I felt like I had a facelift, almost. I had a trench coat placed over my shoulders, shielding me from the slight breeze.

We made it to the front of the line where I could see Olivia and Garett were standing, and I felt anxiety dance through me. Olivia's blue eyes widened as she caught sight of us, squealing excitedly. I didn't think she really remembered Niall from her excited composure. 

It was that, or she was trying to ignore her drunken one night stand in a dirty bathroom. I didn't think Niall remembered her, either.

Garett came and engulfed me in a big hug, his arms slinking around my lower waist to my ass as he kissed at my cheek and jawline. I jumped slightly, surprised by the intimate embrace and also terrified because Harry was standing right there.

"Hey dollface," Garett greeted me. "You look good. Smell delicious, too."

He extended out a hand to the boys and Vivian and smiled at them, "I'm Garett--you are?"

I looked over at the group and Niall looked absolutely amused, staring at Harry who's jaw was so clenched and sharp, he could cut someone. He was eyeing him down like he was prey. 

"Her sister," Vivian said, monotone, sizing him up and down. It was obvious she didn't like him already.

"You're her sister? Ah, she told me about you! Vivian, right? I'm glad that you're here. Thanks for coming out," he gave a dazzling smile. "I've got a table inside. Ever been here?"

"I own it." Harry spoke, his deep voice catching everyones attention. "Harry. Nice to meet you."

"Olivia," the brunette extended her hand out to him instantly with a flirtatious look. Harry took it and gave a delicate shake before putting his hands into his black jacket. He seemed to not like her, either.

They were all so on edge. God, please let them behave.

"And this is Niall. Now, we all know each other. Isn't that great?" Vivian said, glaring at Olivia. I raised an eyebrow at her protective attitude and took in a deep breath. Olivia let out a small scoff, catching a bit of Vivian's annoyance and distaste of her.

"I'm sorry, they're all just sober and tired. It's nice to see you guys," I tried to defend their attitudes. "They don't really like to party."

"I do," Niall raised his hand. "You guys ready to get drunk or what?"