Renegade-N.H-

I'm Out Of Love

niall

Loran was standing across the room in a tight black long sleeve, and black pants. We needed to remind Declan what his priorities were and where he belonged. Scaring him to near death was the plan.

It would take surprise and precise calculations on our part. Nothing could go wrong. Loran insisted we use Harley as bait, I was not on board. But here she was sitting across the island in a long dark blue cardigan and a pair of tights. Her dark hair is tucked up into a ponytail and she focuses on Louis. He slides the clip into the gun with click and sets it down for her to repeat the steps.

If she was bait I wanted her protected. Anything could go wrong today, losing her was not on the agenda. She looks up at me feeling the tense nature coming from me. Ever since I told her about the tragé she hasn't let it go. She tries to get in my head and listen to my emotions. Sometimes she succeeds without even knowing I just pretend she doesn't. It would be worse if I admitted to it, she would become even more attached.

That was something I couldn't let her do, I would go down burning by the end of this. Protecting her until the end even if it means pushing her towards Louis or dying. I was the bad soul, the dark heart and I wouldn't taint her life any longer than I had too.

Louis shrugs himself into a thin black t-shirt and pulls on a pair of heavy boots. The plan was to bait Declan into the open, tease him and then beat the hell out him. Typically I would be opposed to such a thing but he has gone too far and we needed his help. This was the way to get it.

After a few more times of Lee slamming the gun together and clicking off the safety she tucked it into the back of her pants. I follow her into the living room and she turns to me. I can feel the fear flooding from her and I can't get into her head. So I step closer and take her face in my hands.

"I'll kill him if he lays a hand on you," I say knowing most of her fear worrying is flowing from that. She sighs but she won't look at me, "what?"

"You've lost every bit of your family to this, I don't want you to lose him too."

"This will bring him back," I explain not fully sure anything could actually bring him back at this point. "He needs to see the real danger in this, you dying is the worst outcome for him he just doesn't see it yet."

"You don't believe that," she says and I don't but somehow I would make her believe that I did.

"No I do," I say rubbing my thumb along his cheek. The cut that Styles had left still scars her skin. The little white line running along it would stay forever. All of them would reminding her how awful it was with him. They would always be there to remind her of the nightmares and long nights of no sleeping. The pain and anger that came from being in captivity.

"We can bring him back Lee," I say to her "we have too."

She kisses me carefully, still fully at guard of Louis walking in on us. She hadn't told him yet which would make this harder. She was trying to build a relationship on a broken foundation. Still I don't push away because her fine pink lips feel so perfect moving with mine.

I pull her deeper, she breathes shallow as she connects our lips again. When she pulls away I miss the taste, immediately wanting it back. But she looks at me with dark eyes, so terrified her hands start to shake again.

"Let's do this then," Loran says coming into living room. Harley bites her lip hard enough to turn the redden skin to white as she grips tightly to the side of me.

She nods and slips from the grip of my hand. I hadn't even realized that I had tucked my hand onto her hip and was holding her tight enough to leave small bruises in shapes of my fingerprints. I just didn't want this to happen, it felt like giving up to everyone. Dangling her in front of a blood thirsty supernatural being was dangerous. The most dangerous way to go about this plan.