Hey guys I made an IG for this story (: it's @hiddenangeloffic and you guys should totally check it out xP There's a picture of Liam on the side for enjoyment
Dreaming With a Broken Heart - John Mayer
Mixtape - Butch Walker
My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion ( On The Side )
SCARLETTE'S POV
The cold water stung as it washed over the cuts littering Scarlette's knuckles, the water tinting red as the soap washed down the drain.
"What happened here?" Harry's voice wasn't demanding, angry, or disappointed. In fact, Scarlette swore she head a chuckle to her left.
"I got mad." Her shoulders bounced as a smile tugged at her lips, and she saw Harry move next to her after setting something down.
"At what?"
"Myself."
"Why?"
"It's no' a logical reason," She wiped her hands off on a towel, grimacing as red streaked the white fabric. "Shit, I'll fix tha', I promise."
Two large hands enveloped hers as she took the towel in her hands, and she looked up at Harry, some of his curls falling across his forehead.
"No, go watch a movie with the lads," The towel was slowly pulled from her hands, and in its place was a pack of cigarettes. "Those are Zayn's for the record, so you may or may not like 'em."
"Thanks, kiddo." Scarlette brushed past him, then grabbed the clothes resting on the tub.
She changed into the pair of leggings and one of Harry's shirts, her ankles and lower calves bare. Scarlette managed to tug through her wet hair, and grabbed the lighter that sat on the night stand.
Her bare feet padded on the tile floor as she approached the tent, and she was surprised to see more food waiting for her, than she'd originally set out.
All the boys except for Harry were laying inside the make-shift tent, the chatter ceasing for a split second as Scar stepped into view. The boys' faces lit up, and they all stole glances at her as conversations were continued.
"Can I join?" Scarlette asked hesitantly, her fear of rejection seeping in through her cracked composure.
"Of course," Liam stood up and made room for her, his eyes flickering when he saw the pack of cigarettes in her hand. "You can smoke while we watch the movie if you want, too."
A gentle smile rose on her face as she plopped down next to Zayn and Louis, Scarlette listening in on conversations.
As she lit a cigarette and inhaled the sweet nicotine, Scarlette found herself being talked to.
"Scarlette. YOOHOO!" Louis's voice cracked as he yelled, so instead of answering, Scarlette laughed with the other three boys.
Louis tried to hold back a smile as it infested his features, and Scarlette's head landed in his lap.
"Great! Really feelin' the love, lads." Scarlette saw his eyes roll, a hint of a smirk on his face, but she couldn't help but chuckle at his remark.
"Yeah Lou, newsflash, we to'ally hate ya. Like..."we're plottin' a murder" hate ya." Scarlette teased as she exhaled smoke, and Louis coughed while waving his hand back and forth.
"Right in my face, love?" One of his eyebrows was spiked, and Scarlette shrugged.
"Sorry, I need it." Her cheeks turned red as she took another drag.
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Hidden Angel
Fanfiction“It was quite weird how we became friends,” He laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, and though his dimples showed with his smile, his heart broke at the mention of her. She held a special place in his heart, and now...she was go...
