Tied.

Chapter 14. Mixed Feelings.

Harrys POV**

"Tasher hey, come in." I greeted him letting him inside.

"Hey uhh.. Vanessa here?" He asked poking around, looking in various spots.

"Yeah, why? you want her?" I asked him.

"Nah just wonderin'" He excused himself.

We walked into the living room and sat down, "Any news about the ambush?" Tasher asked.

"All we got was that, Aaron arrived back from his mission while they were obviously on there way to us so the wires must be cut but and that they were after Vanessa." I replied to him.

Tasher nodded and looked at the livingroom door, Tiny footsteps could be heard padding down the stairs.

"Harry you only packed clothes thinner then paper what if I get co-." She said popping her head in the door but cut herself off.

She looked at Tasher nervously, a hint of fright along the lines too.

"Hello vanessa." He said politely.

She fiddled with her fingers and turned her vision towards the floor. "Uhm." Was all she managed to say.

"What did you want?" I asked her quietly.

"Nothing, I'll ask you later." She said walking out of the room and back up the stairs.

"What was that about?" I asked Tasher.

"What about?" He asked back trying to sound confused.

"She got all nervous when she seen you." I replied.

He shrugged. "Probably doesnt like me." He said threw gritted teeth.

He sounded as if he was lying but I just shrugged him off. "Probably."

"Anyway, Niall said to tell you be at the gang house tonight, him and Louis checked it out yesterday made sure there was nobody there or hidden cameras and stuff. Still not safe enough to stay in but he just wants a meeting there." Tasher explained.

"Am I to bring Vanessa?" I asked him.

"Specifically." Tasher replied.

I nodded and understood.

"Anything on Jordan yet?" He asked

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Nothing, she's giving me fuck all information."

"Start beating it out of her," He suggested

I took a deep breath and thought about it, I hated laying a finger on girls but sometimes it just had to be done. You have to show them whos boss, What I say. Goes.

If she doesn't give me anything by tomorrow its my only choice.

"The second we find him he's a dead soul." Tasher growled.

"Fucking traitor." I spat.

"Traitor indeed Styles, traitor indeed."

*****

Vanessas POV*

"Harry, its freezing and you didn't pack any of my jumpers or anything thick at all." I sighed rummaging threw the bag.

He glanced at me and opened his drawrs pulling out a few of his jumpers and throwing them at me. "Keep them, I never wear them." He explained walking into the bathroom.

To my relief he packed my makeup, I didnt think he would him being a guy and all but that means I get to look like myself again, clear, bright skin. Instead of dull, freckled skin.  Bigger eyes, Bigger lips. Just prettier..

He came back out from the bathroom a few minutes later and yawned. "What time is it?" His tired voice broke.

"Like... 12:30?" I quessed.

He nodded and jumped onto the bed, revealing his strongly shaped back, with a slight curve showing his musles, the tan skin only perfecting it.

No. 

Vanessa stop.

This is a terrible person and we don't need another sexual incounter now do we.

But still.. I couldnt help but study his every feature as he laid there. "Hurry up and put your shit away so I can get some propper sleep." He complained knocking me out of my thoughts in less then a second of them.

I zipped up the bag and threw it under the bed getting in under the covers. Harry was still laid on top of them making it impossible to cover myself completly, "Harry.. get your fat ass off the blanket." I told him pushing him by the shoulder.

"Dont touch me." He complained swatting my hand away and lazily getting under the sheets.

"Oh please, yesterday you wanted me to touch every part of you." I sassed back,

"Can we do it again?" He asked cheekily.

"No."

"Then shut up and go to sleep." He hushed me.

Asshole.