Mirrored Exile (HS)

eighty

chapter eighty - hate to be lame

Harry Edwards

"She's fallen asleep now," I told Zayn who was in the kitchen making his tea. It was some early hour of the morning and my mind was still set on what happened before.

It was her warm skin mixed with the hooded eyes she gave me. She had me sinking deeper and deeper from the overall sensation. It was also the way she said my name through her moans and the way she moved her hands over my body, dear fucking god I was willing to drown in her at that point. I needed to stop thinking about it otherwise I'd get hard. Again.

"You 'right there, mate?" Zayn asked, looking me up and down with a wide grin.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm great."

"That mark on your neck thinks so too."

"What?" I panicked. She had given me a hickey and I had done my all to adjust my collar to try to hide it but it wouldn't stay in the right spot.

"Oh, that's not uh- that's just from-,"

"Her lips?" He interrupts me.

I nod, "Yeah."

"I also hate to be that person, but maybe you should try to be a bit quieter next time." He winked, implying that he heard us.

I palmed my face and rubbed my eyes, avoiding any guilty eye contact. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Oh well, it was bound to happen. Niall even said so." Zayn chuckled through a sip of his tea.

"Is that what he was going to say before in your room?"

"Uh, kind of? not exactly."

"Then what was he saying?"

"He can tell you."

"Well, he's not going to tell me now because he's only going to bring up what he heard through the damn thin walls."

"Nah, he won't. He and Louis are out cold, they've been on the piss all day because it's their only two days off."

I sat on the stool next to the kitchen counter. "Thank god."

Zayn's phone buzzed messages relentlessly, one after another before it began to ring.

"Hi Liam, why are you-,"

"Tell Harry and Lucy they might have to leave like right now. A bunch of cops and FBI vehicles just flew past my apartment and they're heading in your direction."

His voice was frantic and it switched my head to focus straight away. Zayn's eyebrows furrowed with concern at me while I listened carefully for the noise of sirens.

"I'll go start the car. You wake her up and I'll come to help get your bags." Zayn instructed, hanging the phone up.

No second was wasted as I barrelled through the door of the bedroom where Lucy was out cold on the bed. I picked up the bags we had packed earlier. Zayn suggested we do so in case of something like this.