To Reach

Chapter Four: Sorting It Out

Zayn was so wrapped up in his computer that he didn’t realize anyone was in the room with him until he felt a pair of lips touch his cheek. Startled, he pulled back and looked at who was near. Eliza was grinning and leaning forward.

“Hello, stranger.” She giggled clearly laughing at his startled expression.

“You scared the bloody fuck out of me, Eliza!” Zayn shouted.

“It isn’t my you were so wrapped up in whatever you were doing that you didn’t hear me enter.” Eliza shrugged taking a seat next to him.

“Well, I do fancy a proper greeting now.” Zayn smirked with a wink.

            Eliza laughed before leaning over to kiss him. She sighed feeling his hand make its way into her hair. He was a magnificent kisser and it never failed to arouse her. He took his time coaxing her to play with him but still let him dominate her mouth.

“It’s been a bit of a stressful time. I’m ensuring all of our contacts in Glasgow know we might need them, setting up a place for us to stay, and doing some background work. I’ve got quite the job for this one.” Zayn shrugged after he had pulled away from Eliza’s lips.

“Do as you are told, Sabella.” Harry ordered as he leaned back adjusting himself on the bed.

“Harry….” Sabella murmered feeling oddly uncomfortable.

“Sabella, sit on my face.” Harry ordered growing impatient.

“I cannot take another orgasm, Harry!” Sabella shouted.

“Three.” Harry warned.

“Oh, God, no no!” Sabella whimpered shaking her head.

“Two.”

“FINE!” Sabella hollered crawling up his body to adjust her knees on either side of his head.

            Harry gripped her thighs and situated her over his mouth and began his task. He was licking and sucking in order to tease yet another orgasm from Sabella. His ultimate goal was to get her so exhausted that she’d pass out in his arms. The underlying goal was to show her just who was in charge.

“Harry, God. Harry!” Sabella cried moving her hips in attempt to get closer.

“I love when you lose it, Haz.” Sabella murmured as he kissed her shoulder.

“Of course you do. You just love being dominated, butterfly.” Harry laughed slowly easing out of her.

            Harry flipped himself to lie on his back and pulled Sabella to him. She cuddled to his chest and sighed softly before giving up the fight and falling into a dreamless sleep. Harry grinned as he watched her slip into a peaceful state of sleep. He had gone a bit insane but it was worth it to exhaust her completely. He would be leaving her tomorrow night to jet off to dangerous territory but he didn’t need her knowing it was bothering him, as well. He needed her to have faith in him and be stable. He looked over at the clock to see that it was already after eight in the evening which meant it was after one in the morning for Zayn.

            Knowing that Zayn would still be awake, laughing to himself, Harry grabbed his phone and sent him a text.

I want the flight arrangements made for tomorrow night. Sometime between four and six take off works best.

            Harry watched as his message became read and then Zayn began typing a response. In less than a minute Harry had his reply from Zayn.

I’ll instruct Liam to make the necessary changes. I think I found who has been threatening Niall but it doesn’t add up.

            Harry’s eyes narrowed in confusion at Zayn’s reply. Why wouldn’t something add up?

What did you find? Who is it?

            Harry watched as Zayn began typing again and eagerly waited for the reply.

Greg Horan.

            Harry’s eyes widened at the name. That name was linked with Niall and was a relation to Niall. Why would an Irishmen be in Glasgow and why would Niall’s own blood threaten him?

You’re right, not adding up. What the bloody fuck is one of Niall’s relations doing threatening from Glasgow?

            Zayn’s reply only further disturbed Harry.

I don’t think he’s just any relation, mate. I think he’s his older brother.

            Harry stopped breathing as the words hit him. Niall had an older brother? How was that even fucking possible when he and Niall grew up together? He couldn’t remember anyone besides Niall. Bobby and Maura had doted on their only son, Niall.

I don’t ever remember anything about Niall having an older brother. He and I were raised together. He was treated like an only child!

            Throwing his phone onto the nightstand Harry rubbed his temple. This kind of shit was exactly what he did not need. He needed this to be clean cut so he could kill the bastard and walk away without a care. This little added detail raised flags on everything Niall and he were raised to believe. They thought their parents were in love and good people, minus the gang related business, of course. A hidden older brother that was never mentioned threw a wrench into their lives and fucked up this Glasgow problem. There is nothing worse than a jealous family member.

“Liam, it’s almost two in the morning, come back to bed.” Mary groaned looking at him hunched over his laptop.

“Babe, go back to sleep. I have to change something around for Harry and Zayn.” Liam responded smiling softly at Mary.

“Liam, can’t it wait until a normal hour like after seven in the morning?” Mary complained pouting at him.

“Don’t pout, sweet stuff, don’t. I’ll be back in bed in about ten minutes after I rearrange the flight information.” Liam chuckled rolling his eyes at her pouting.

“They are really going to Glasgow? Don’t you think that’s dangerous, Liam?” Mary questioned cuddling the pillow and watching as Liam typed on the laptop.

“Our lives are nothing but danger but they have no choice. Everything will be alright. You’ve never seen Harry in action. Let me tell you, Harry is one bad ass mother fucker in combat.” Liam grinned as he finished the flight arrangements and shut the computer.

  Liam headed back to the bed and shuffled in alongside of Mary. He felt her cuddle to him, throwing a leg over his hips. She was adorable and mostly innocent in his world of drugs, killing, and gangs. He loved her and hoped he could continue to keep her safe even with this threat upon them. Niall had a brother, a real brother. This brother seemed to be seeking vengance for something none of them could even begin to understand. The storm was circling back and Liam knew that this time around it wouldn’t be as simple as last time.