"Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul."
-Charlie Chaplin
Joanna P.O.V (Ages: Harry; 16 Joanna; 14 Louis; 19 Liam; 18)
*Flashback*
"You sure you want this? " Harry whispers. I looked over to Louis who was rolled over on his side sleeping.
"Y-yes" I said quietly. Harry pecks my lips before spreading my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut as he slowly slid into me. I bit my lip trying to hold back the whimper, I didn't want Harry to stop because I knew how much he wanted this but it hurt like hell.
After a while he started moving inside of me. First his strokes were slow and steady and I kinda liked it like that, it was less painful. But after a while he started picking up his speed making it hurt again. I looked up at Harry to see his eyes closed, his lips parted and low moans was leaving his mouth.
A couple of minutes later he started going even faster and I couldn't take the pain anymore. "Harry, It -h-hurts." I whimpered into his shoulder. Instead of slowing down or stopping he instead put his lips on top of mine and silenced my cries with a kiss. But it didn't stop the pain.
"Stop." I begged but it was muffed because his tongue was half way down my throat.
He stayed like this for almost half an hour. When he was finally done tears were pouring down my face.
"Why didn't you stop?" I asked hiccuping through my tears while he rolled off of me.
"What? I thought you wanted it." He says, looking over at me while pulling up his boxers.
"I did, but it hurt and I told you to stop and you didn't." I said breaking down into more tears.
"Shh baby I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. I guess I was too into the moment" Harry says wrapping his arms around me, bringing me closer.
"Get off me! Get away from me!" I cry. I try to escape his grip but I couldn't.
"I'm sorry let me make it up to you baby" He says before laying me down.
"Not again" I cry trying to get up but he stops me.
"It won't hurt baby I promise" He says spreading my legs once again. Instead of putting his thing inside of me he puts his head in between my legs.
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"You're so beautiful." Harry whispered in my ear making me look down at our intertwined fingers on his lap and blush. Harry always makes me blush. It was always embarrassing when he sees my face heat up.
"What are you guys whispering about?" Louis asked from the front.
He was driving, and wasn't doing that much of a good job. We were moving like a turtle. We could literally get a ticket for being under the speed limit at this point.
"None of your business." Harry laughed causing Louis to frown.
"Well while you guys was in the back, whispering and probably making babies, I noticed a black Benz following us. That was thirty minutes ago and he's still on us." Harry and I both quickly turned around, and indeed it was a black Benz following us.
"What the fuck Louis?! Why didn't you tell us?!" I yelled.
"I didn't wanna interrupt you guy's snogging session, and I had to make sure he was following us. So for the past thirty minutes I've been making random turns to see if he would still follow us, and yep, he has." Louis exclaimed.
"Pull over." Harry said taking out his gun. Louis pulled over, and so did the car behind us. We're on the side of the woods, where no one else was in sight.
"Stay here." Harry said before him and Louis exited the car. I rolled my eyes. He always does this. I want to go too. So instead of staying in the van I got out. By the time I exited the car Louis and Harry had their guns pointed to the car.
"Get the fuck out the car, twat!" Louis yelled. I stood from a safe distance watching as the car door opened. A couple of beer cans dropped out as the young man stumbled out the car. He had short messy, curly brown hair, and little brown eyes. He was slim and kind of muscular. He had purple bags under his eyes, he looked like he hasn't slept in days.
"Why are you following us?" I asked making everyone attention turn to me.
"Joanna!" Harry groaned.
"Harry come on, I'm tired of waiting in the car!" I groaned back.
"Guys this is not the time or place, okay? Have your lovers quarrel another time!" Louis yelled. "Now who are you?" Louis continued as he brought the gun closer to the guy's head.
"Liam." He said slurring a little. He must be drunk. "So Liam, why are you following us?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to reach into my pocket and pull out a piece of paper, not a gun or weapon so don't shoot me or anything." Louis looked at him with skeptical eyes before shaking his head.
"Joanna will get the paper." Louis said making me smile a little. I was always happy to help out.
I walked closer to Liam until I was right in front of him. "What pocket?" I asked.
"My left pocket." He said looking down at me. I stuck my hand in his pocket and quickly slipped out a folded piece of paper.
"See what it says and read it out loud." Harry said, and I nodded my head okay and slowly started unfolding the paper.
"Anna Cox
Nova Perry
Johanna Paulson
Geoff Payne
Yaser Malik
Bobby Horan"
I stared at him with confusion before pulling out my gun.
"What you know about Nova Perry? Or Johanna Paulson? Anna Cox?" I asked, Nova Perry is my mom and Anna Cox is Harry's. Johanna Paulson is Louis' mom. All of our family members were killed by the same person, Antonio Rossi , and if this list is what I think it is. We aren't the only ones.
"I don't know anything, except they were killed by Antonio Rossi. Just like my dad Geoff Payne. All our parents worked for him." Harry immediately cut him off.
"My parents did not work with that asshole!" I nodded my head in agreement. "They did and I can prove it, What high school did your parents go to Joanna?" Liam asked. "Wilson High." I said immediately, They used to always tell stories. I watched as Louis and Harry face expression changed to slight shock.
"So did Harry and Louis parents. Even mine..." He said his voice trialling off a bit.
"So? That doesn't mean anything, Wilson had over three thousand students they probably never even looked at eachother And what do them going Wilson High have to do with working with Antonio?" Louis asked.
"Antonio went to Wilson also, all of our parents were in the same class, including the other's on the list. Antonio convinced our parents to help him sell drugs. By the time it was their senior year they were the most known, young drug dealers in the U.K even if they were just teenager's. Antonio was more ruthless than the others. By his early thirties he started doing bigger things, like smuggling drugs in different countries. At first our parents tolerated him until he started killing people. They tried to leave his little business but he ordered a hit man to kill every single one of them for trying to leave." Liam explained. I shook my head. No. That can't be true.
"My parents weren't fucking drug dealers. They were good people! They even went to church every fucking Sunday!" I yelled getting offended.
"I never said they weren't good people...They just decided to do some bad things that resulted in them getting killed." Liam said, mumbling the last part.
"That still doesn't explain why you're following us." Harry says.
"Cause I need your help" He says, I notice how his eyes narrow and darkens a bit.
"Help with what" All three of us says at once.
"On getting revenge"
