Mafia Flower // Harry Styles

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     I held the gun between my hands, steady and ready, I pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced inches from the center of the red target. Harry's bullets shredded the center of the target. Gunshots rang through the room. Harry set down his gun and moved behind me. I reloaded my gun and took aim again, determined to hit the center of target this time. Harry rested his chin on my shoulder and gripped my hands which held the gun. He murmured tips into my ear and I fired the gun. Distracted by his lips and minty breath, I missed the target. I dropped the gun in defeat. I had praticed shooting before with my bodygaurds, Zayn and Damien, but my want to impress Harry was somehow making me worse at shooting. I turned around to face him. Our faces were inches apart. I desperately wanted to close in on those inches. The gun slipped from loose fingers. Our eyes in a longing stare before our lips brushed. I inhaled his minty breath and fresh cologne that reminded me of the ocean. Our lips locked and my skin was covered in goosebumps from how his fingers grazed my skin. He pulled away.

"This is...innapropriate," he said lowly and stepped away. "I am employed by your father and he strictly requested that I do not engage with you romantically or sexually."

I said, "He doesn't have to know."

He fixed his coat with a shrug of his shoulders and told me,"Mafia bosses know everything, sweetheart. Nothing goes unnoticed, nothing."

His phone buzzed and he checked the lit up screen.

"C'mon, I needa go to the club." He shoved his phone in his pocket and I followed him to his car. His driver drove us to the club and while I was in the car with him I couldn't help glancing at him sometimes in admiration. I had been wanting to kiss him since I first layed eyes on him from the top of the staircase.

We arrived at the club and was allowed inside by the bouncer who definately remembered Harry this time around. Harry was alerted by a bodygaurd that an intruder had entered his office. He ordered me to stay put with while he check it out. I watched the strippers spin around the pole. Her eyes caught mine and she stopped dancing. She crawled towards me on the stage and sat on her legs.

"We don't get many female guests here," she yelled over the music in a potent New York accent.

"I'm not a guest! I'm here with the owner!" I yelled back, "but you're fantastic at dancing!"

"C'mon and try it!" The stripper suddenly reached for my hands and pulled me towards the stage.

"Are you sure?" I asked, sheepishly. The stripper nodded, enthusiastically.

I gripped the pole and strutted around. I swayed my hips to the music. I looked to the stripper unsure and sheepish. She gave me a smile and clapped enthusiastically which lifted my confidence.

My whole life I had been treated like royalty because of my parents' billionaire status. I must act like royalty and look like royalty. I attended boarding school and ettiquete school like a princess. Which may seem perfect and ideal for the average person but I was exhausted of being a perfect princess locked away in the tower. I wanted to let loose like the average person. This was my moment. No helicopter parents with a watchful eye. No extremely protective bodygaurds or traps to watch out for. I was lost in the music. The curves of my body swayed to the sounds. I caught his eyes in the crowd. For a moment, he just stood there with eyes raking up and down my body. Harry pushed through the crowd and thrusted his hand up for me. I grasped his hand and he helped me down from the stage.

He pulled me outside of the club where the music faded. He leaned closer to me and said in a low and angry voice, "What exactly do you think you were doing?"

"I was dancing. You didn't like it?" I said, simply. His eyes were piercing mine. I stated lowly, "You were watching for a while before you decided to pull me down."

A hint of a smirk formed on his face and he shook his head. "I didn't say I didn't like it. It's just...you weren't supposed to do that."

He shook his head and suggested, "We should go home."

I suddenly remembered what we came here for. "What happened to the intruder in your office?"

We walked to his car and responded, "It was my former assistant, Alissa. She just want to tell me how much of a mistake I made by rejecting her and firing her. She left though. It's taken care of."