Secrets (h.s)

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(Purgatory- noun; a place or state of suffering inhabited by the souls of sinners)

As soon as we enter the hallway I'm bombarded with hugs and cheers. Harry even kisses me and tries to stick his tongue down my throat in front of everyone. I push him away with a blush creeping on my cheeks.

"Hey! After we kick this guys ass we should celebrate, for you and for this win." Exclaims Niall using dramatic hand gestures while we walk down the long hall.

"Where?" Questions Harry looking over my head to Niall. He's literally like a foot taller than me, it's kind of funny.

"The club, duh." Liam pipes in with a goofy grin.

"What's 'the club'" I say using air quotes and causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

I furrow my brows and turn around to look at them.

"What the fuck?" I ask looking at all of them and then Harry, who's looking at me.

"You haven't told her?" Asks Zayn in disbelief.

"No, I guess it slipped my mind." Harry runs a hand through his curls before sighing and turning to face me. He looks at me a while and I raise my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"We own a huge club that's in London."

I stare at him with wide eyes. Why didn't he tell me? I understand it's not really that important, but it's not really something to hide either.

"What's it called?" I finally ask.

Harry hesitates before Louis says, "The Hangout."

I can't help but burst out laughing. I literally double over and clutch my stomach. When I finally compose myself I stand up straight and look at everyone with a wide smile.

"What?" Asks Liam, furrowing his eyebrows. Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Who the fuck names a club 'The Hangout'?" I say and start giggling all over again.

"Told you fuckers it was a stupid ass name!" Exclaims Harry, throwing his hands up into the air in defeat.

I swear a lot, I'll admit it. I have a pretty bad potty mouth. But Harry takes it to a completely different level. He literally has no filter at all. It's like half the words he knows are swear words.

"Oi shut up mate, it sounded good a year ago!" Niall yells back.

"It didn't sound good a year ago and it doesn't sound good now. Clearly." Mutters Louis while gesturing towards me.

I'm really gonna have to ask Harry what his problem is.

"Well we can't just change it!" Niall fights back.

I chuckle and pipe up, "it's really not that bad but I thought you were a bad ass gang. I wouldn't expect it from you." I say, trying to make Niall feel better.

Harry looks at me smirking and says, "Im the badass. Liam here still has a fucking teddybear."

"Hey! That's from my childhood!" He defends and I laugh even harder, shaking my head before turning on my heel and walking away from their childish antics.

I feel a presence behind me, and soon large hands are wrapped round my waist, stopping me from moving. I smile as I feel his curls tickle my cheek and his lips move to my ear.

"You ready to go home?" He whispers, and I can only guess what his plans are.

I nod because I'm afraid if I talk I'll make a fool of myself. He smirks against my neck and finally pulls away, instead gripping my hand and pulling me along.