Can't Fight This.....

Task 5: Warmth

ARIANA'S POV

I step into the small, dark room. She sits crouched in a corner, slight rocking back and forth. She looks up as the door closes and locks behind me. I feel no anxiety, knowing Taylor is right outside in case anything happens. We lock eyes, and I slowly approach her.

"Morning, Cyrus. Sleep well?" I ask, and she glares at me.

"It's hard sleeping on the floor." She grimaces at me.

"You could've slept in your bed. But you tried to kill me." I shrug.

"I don't appreciate liars." She growls.

I chuckle. "Who said I was lying?"

"Me. If you love Harry like you say you do, why do you fool around with Taylor?" She questions.

"W--" I'm cut off by Taylor opening the door.

"And there he is now..." Miley rolls her eyes.

"Chief wants you upstairs. Now." He informs me.

I grin. "Perfect." I head out of the room, and Taylor and I go up the stairs. I carelessly stroll down a hallway when I hear the sound of a pocketknife being opened.

"Chief!" I call out, as I walk with more urgency.

"Over here!" His voice booms, leading me to the main room.

I look around to see Liz is holding one of her knives, ready to slit his throat.

"Care to explain this?" Miller demands, and I shrug.

"Grande, declaw your cat." Harry tells me, as Liz pushes the blade up against his neck.

"Put it away." I tell her, and she reluctantly closes it, and shoves it back in her bra.

"Ariana, I'm waiting." Chief urges, tapping his foot impatiently on the polished wood floor.

"I need him for something." I reply with a simple shrug, directing my gaze to Harry. "Follow me. I'll explain on the way."

I turn back around, not waiting for him as I walk through the corridor and down the stairs again. I pause at the bottom of the staircase, then once he reaches the bottom I continue walking.

"We are gonna pay Miley a visit." I tell him.

"Why do you need me? And your voice sounds hoarse." He gives me a questioning look.

"She's convinced that you're in love with her, and last night I told her some things that earned my neck a good strangle." I reply, turning to face him.

"Damn, what did you say?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Just that you love me, that we're dating, and all the sentimental shit." I explain simply.

"Is that all? You just told her your deepest wishes?" He smirks, and I fight the urge to slap it off his face.

"Ha ha. So funny I almost kicked you in the balls. But I also kind of told her that we make love, and that you scream my name, proclaiming that I'm the best you've ever had and ever will have. But that part is true for the most part." A small grin comes across my face as we stare at each other, reminiscing the memory.

"Oh, please." He rolls his eyes.

"So it wasn't absolutely amazing?" I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest as I await his answer.

"I mean, of course it was amazing. I was spectacular, which upped your performance." He says, and I punch his arm. "But what can I say? You weren't exactly experienced."