Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
"Are you sure you're okay?" Pearl reached over to me, scratching her hands through my hair on the top of my head.
We were walking home after going for dinner and having some drinks, except I hadn't drank anything, which was entirely unlike me but I just wasn't in the mood. As soon as I'd ordered a drink with no alcohol at a pub, alarm bells were raised. They both acted like I was dying, asking a hundred times if I was okay, if there was something bothering me, if I wanted to leave. I hadn't wanted to leave, I was having a good time, listening to them getting slightly tipsier with each drink. Neither had drunk enough to be drunk, they were just a little more giggly and touchier with each other. We stayed until the pub closed at midnight.
Which led us to now, they were walking me home even after I'd assured them a million times I'd be fine walking back by myself, it wasn't far at all and I was sober. I felt like I should be walking them home, not the other way around, but they weren't having it. Pearl was on Zayn's back, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips, he was carrying her heels in her hand after her feet had gotten sore.
"This is like the fourth time you've asked me this." I replied, my own breath visible in front of my face with each word I said.
"You're being quiet." it was Zayn that spoke, glancing at me as I walked beside them. "Weirdly quiet,"
"I'm just tired." I said, it wasn't a lie. I had a lot on my mind when I usually had nothing to think about or worry about. Pearl hummed in disbelief, and as much as I appreciated their concern, it also annoyed me because I didn't want them to be concerned about me. "I'm just tired Pearl. I didn't sleep great last night."
"Mhm." she hummed again, this time I could hear the smile in her voice without having to look at her "And that wouldn't have anything to do with the hickeys you had, would it?"
"No." I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. The way I acted when Harry fucked me was embarrassing. I haven't expected myself to be so submissive to him.
The day after Harry had so fucking randomly taken me to lunch, Pearl had noticed them. They were pretty fucking hard to miss. All she'd done since then was quiz me about it, who put them there, when and why I hadn't said a single thing about it.
"Who even does that?" She giggled, resting her cheek on top of her boyfriend's head. "You looked like you were beat up."
"Who was it?" It was Zayn's turn to quiz me about it. I could never ever tell them. Zayn would probably explode with stress, Pearl would never let me live it down. "Was it Aaron?"
"God no." I scoffed, shuddering at just the idea of it.
We'd hooked up before so I understood why he asked, but I'd never had such meaningless sex in my life. It wasn't bad, but I would never have let him do that. I never let anyone leave marks behind like that, but Harry made me lose my fucking mind and every rational thought I'd ever had. I didn't regret letting him do it, but did feel a little embarrassed as if I'd been caught doing something wrong when pearl noticed.
