Hey Angel

- Chapter 8 -

Maggie

Waking up in between Harry's arms was a feeling I could get used too. His scent of warm vanilla and pine swirled around peacefully in my nose, never wanting to lose it. The sun was slowly rising and I figured I should get back home before Jack noticed I was not where I needed to be. I'm assuming he still hasn't woken up, other wise there would be the nations biggest search and recuse out looking for me right now. 

I slowly unwrapped Harry's beautifully tattooed arms off it me, oh how I wish I could stay here forever. I never noticed how tatted Harry actually is, he's always wearing suits whenever I see him so it makes since that I didn't. My favorite one has to be the ship on his arm, it's so detailed and looks almost life like. It reminded me of Harry, so down to the bone with detail and almost life like but not actually real. He's not real because of our families and that kills me. 

I started getting my outfit that I had on the prior evening on so that I could make the dreaded walk home because I don't want to bother Harry with having to take me home. Before I was finishing putting my shoes I could hear Harry turning to look at me "Where are you going so early in the morning, Angel?" Harry said with the cutest smile and bed head. "I gotta go, it's a long story but I really appreciate you inviting me over, seriously" I say with a genuine smile. 

Harry continued to stare at for what seemed like 20 minutes, I wonder what he could be thinking about? How he's going to murder me? How much of a goddess I am? So many questions and frankly not enough time. Come on Harry, I got shit and places to do/be. 

After the agonizing wait Harry said "Well you seem like you're in a hurry, so how about I just take you home...wouldn't want Angel to walk all alone out in the cold now" God damn he knows how to use his words, something I can't do. I am starting to think he thinks my name is actually Angel, but honestly I'd let him call me Shitty Magee if it meant it came from his bright cherry lips. I know I am being dramatic and that it's a nickname, but I love it and don't want him to ever stop. I wonder if he calls me that because of my fathers gang...we're called The Disciples...is this his way of subtly letting me know? There's no way, I am just overthinking all of this really. God just get me home so I can debrief and take a nice hot shower because I need it. 

Harry eventually emerged from his closet wearing grey sweatpants that fit him nicely in all the right places and a black crew neck that hid his delicate tattoos. He looked a lot comfier than I did at the moment, while I was wearing my blue party dress. Before I could even say anything Harry placed his hands on my jaw and grabbed me in for a kiss. I was completely taken aback, I've never had someone so forward and have so much passion with every move he makes. "Let's get you home Angel, I have to go down to the club later" Harry seductively whispered in my ear before releasing me from his control. 

My biggest fear would be that we would pull up to my apartment with Jack standing there along with Paul and my father. I have no idea as to what I would do in that situation, I guarantee you there would be a shootout and I don't know who would win. As we got closer to home, the knot that was slowly forming in my stomach was becoming more and more present, making me nearly sick.

 I think Harry noticed because he immediately asked what was wrong. I had told him earlier that it was a long story, so maybe I could tell him but not tell him. "Well it's a long story, but I just have a really controlling family even though I don't live with them. Is your family like that?" as soon as I asked that question Harry removed his hand from my thigh and grasped the steering wheel so tight I thought his hands would break. "You don't have to answer if you don't want too, families are always complicated no matter who's involved, I understand." Right as I was about to ask another question Harry abruptly said "My father is a business man, constantly in business mode so he never really had much time to be an actual dad. My mother died when I was little, my father won't tell me how so I am slowly trying to ask him...sorry that was a lot of information all at once"