Hitman |n.h|

22

It hurt.

Like,I didn't know how to respond to the pain.

I got a total of three tattoos today-and I don't know;the pain was unbearable at first,but after that I wanted more.

It was addicting.

Louis paid off my tattoo splurge with a scowl.

"You're lucky you're my best friend." He says as we pull up to the house.

"Now,"

I look at him and smile.

"Don't throw me under the bus,I'll kick your arse." He chuckles as we go to enter the house.

I roll my eyes and nod.

I got my first tattoo on my wrist;

It was birds with the word 'faith.'

Then on my collarbone,was the quote:

"You see all my light,but love my dark."

Then finally on my side,is a sentence:

"Through every dark night,there is a brighter day."

They had covers on them with Vaseline to keep it clean and preserved,and I couldn't quite hide the one on my wrist from Niall.

As if reading my mind,he came out of his room and started to walk down the hallway.

"Hey,where've you been?"

"I was with Louis," I reply quickly and slap myself.

Louis jaw drops and he shakes his head.

"Never kill someone,seriously." He smirks and whistles past Niall,then runs to his room.

"What's that on your wrist?" He asks sternly and I cross my arms to hide it.

"What?Nothing-what did you do while I was gone?" I ask trying to change the subject.

He stares at me and hums.

He turns and walks to his room and I follow.

"We were laying out plans for Styles.Also getting a good date for Amy to come over."

"Amy?" I ask bitterly.

He turns to me slightly with a smirk.

"Yeah.She'll help you train.We decided tomorrow a good day."

He turns back as we enter his room and I close the door behind me out of instinct.

Never know.

We walk up the stairs and I groan.

"Does she really have to help me?I'm fine on my own." I sigh and he takes off his shirt,ruffling his hair.

I avert my eyes to the bed spread to avoid looking at his toned torso.

"She's a great fighter.Especially for a female.She'll help you with tactics,ones you'll understand more.Those from a woman's perspective."

"I don't need help!" I say in frustration,putting my arms in the air.

I regret it quickly and he grabs my arm before I could hide it again.

"A tattoo?" He says in a disgusted tone.

"You have like a thousand of them!" I say and knit my brows together.

He slowly peels the cloth from my freshly inked skin and examines the ink.

"It's so girly," he huffs and let's go.

"I'm a girl.Hello,I wasn't getting skulls and guns all over my arms." I say and look at his arms.

Covered in words and objects I'll probably never understand.

"Don't push my niceness.I could've been much more rude,"

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"I'll see you later." I mumble and make my way out of his room.

My tattoos sting more now that I've hidden them from him.

But why am I hiding?

I'm a grown person,and it's my body.

He's not my dad.

I go into my room and change into my workout clothes,being cautious of the parts of my skin that are tender.

I grab a water bottle before heading done to the training facility.

I start off my workout by going outside and running a mile around the estate.

Then I make my way back inside and take a two minute water break.

Now I do my sets.

20 push-ups,50 sit ups,10 crunches,and 10 lunges.

After that I take another breather,stretching.

Now I make my way over to the sand bag.

I roll my hands in tape and push the bag a little so it moves.

I then punch.

I don't need any help,especially from a girl I don't know.

I hit harder.

I bet she probably slept with Niall.

I hit the bag so hard that it is swinging heavily back and forth.

She'll probably want to make me look weak in front of him,so they can laugh at me together.

I spin and kick the bag as hard as I can,going back to my combo.

I am stronger than any help.

I breathe heavily and roll my head around to get my muscles moving.

I jump around a little to keep my adrenaline pumping.

That's when I hear clapping.

I turn to the sudden noise and see all the boys with a new face.

She had brown hair pulled up into a ponytail,with green eyes and a very appealing face and body.

She was clapping by herself and she looked at me with a sour smirk.

"Look at what we have here," she speaks silkily.

Then I had to bite my tongue,because it was Amy Green.