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"Y/N, you cannot let the guys leave tonight!" He yelled into the phone. "They're doing something horrible & it could resort in one of their deaths." My jaw dropped & I ran to the bathroom to speak in secrecy. "What the fu*k are they planning to do?" Before Niall could begin his story, Harry opened the bathroom door, scaring me out of my skin. He looked like he was out for blood. He snatched the phone out my hand, leaving me in cowering fear. "Mind yours mate. I'm sick of you in my business 24/7. Next time I hear of it, I'm gonna beat your fu*king face in." I heard the phone hang up before Harry faced me again. "Get up." I immediately scattered to my feet, unsure of what would happen. "Come closer." I inched my way in front of his heaving chest as he twisted the front of my t-shirt in his hand. "Stop being a nosy little b!tch, I'm doing this for you! You're complaining now, but you won't be when the money comes in. God, you're so frustrating sometimes Y/N!" He shouted in my face. My eyes met his angry ones as they began to swell with tears. "Fu*k, don't cry. I'm sorry." Harry tried his best to console me, but my sobs were hysterical now. Why couldn't he see that I only want the best for us? Our little family is perfect & I just dont want him doing anything stupid to jeopardize that. "Baby listen." Harry whispered as I looked up. "I was going out to a fight club.. winner gets $300 per round. Don't tell me that couldn't help us!" There was more to his story, he wasn't telling it all. He sat on the toilet, pulling me onto his lap. "So what else?" I questioned. He raised an eyebrow, darting his lips out. "Well.. it's kind of illegal. They stopped doing it after a man was killed. But baby-" I couldn't listen anymore. I got off his lap & reached for the door handle.
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"No Harry! Im not gonna sit here & listen to you basically plot out your own death." He snatched me up again, pulling me back down. His grip on me was iron clad this time. "Y/N, just listen. I'm friends with the guy who operates the whole thing. He'll make sure I win every time." I didn't like the sound of that. "Harry.. I'm just not comfortable with it." He rolled his eyes, lightly pushing me off him. I gladly stood to my feet, once again reaching for the door. "Wait baby c'mere.." I huffed my chest, becoming irritated. Swiveling on my feet, I faced Harry once more. "Are you wearing panties?" My eyes darted back & forth, like him & his brother hadn't ripped every pair I owned, also refusing to buy me any more. "I don't own any, so no?" I answered, in a type of sassy tone. "Don't get smart with me Y/N." Harry grabbed my hand & pulled me directly in front of him. "What's this?" I looked down to where he pointed & saw a wet spot on his lap. Oops. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as Harry chuckled. "Don't act all shy on me baby." Well what can I say? I love it when he's aggressive. "Are you turned on right now baby?" He questioned, running his pink tongue over the black metal on his lip. I desperately want him to put that tongue of his elsewhere and-- Y/N, stop it. You hate him right now remember? I shook my head, clearing out those filthy thoughts. "Harry it doesn't matter right now. I don't want you doing that fight club shit tonight, & that's the last I want to hear of it."
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"You're so fu*king difficult." I roll my eyes again, ignoring his comment. I exit the bathroom, Harry following close behind. Edward is sitting on the couch, rocking Vlad back to sleep. His tattoos wrap around the tiny baby, and I can't help but aw. His exterior is so tough, I never would have thought to see him with kids, especially his own. The thought is enough to make my heart fall out my butt. I sit next to him, sliding my finger into Vladimir's hand. He grips it tightly, causing me to giggle. "So Y/N, how bout breakfast?" He questioned. My eyes shot open as I ran to the kitchen. Fortunately for me, I remembered to turn the stove off before Niall called. I started it back up & was done in 5 minutes. Edward took Vlad back upstairs, pulling me onto his lap as we ate. My mind wandered as I watched Harry shift nervously in his seat. "We're you ever going to tell me?" I questioned. "No." Harry growled, stuffing his face. "So if you got hurt.. You'd just lie about it?" He nodded, still not looking at me. "Wow. I thought we were better then this." Edward began to shift underneath me as well. "Just let it go Y/N God." So they honestly didn't care about lying to me. Or how I feel about anything. I hopped off his lap & ran upstairs.
