"Haven, I know Harry." I haven't heard that name in person for 5 years, and I didn't plan on hearing it again.
"You better not be f.ucking messing with me." I snap.
"Haveanna Melody Tuckett!" The man gasps.
"I don't believe s.hit you say, now get out of my club." I order.
"Now you listen to me young lady!"
"No, I won't! I don't know who the hell you are, but get your a.ss out of my club or else you'll regret it!"
"Haven,"
"Archie!" I yell and my body guard Archie, comes to my side.
"Listen here, I don't give a f.uck about Harry Styles! He left me to dry, and I'm doing well at what I do right now, come here again and I'll f.ucking castarate you." I growl. It's true, business is booming at my club, number one in London.
"You could have so much Haven! You're wasting away with all of these piercing and tattoos!"
"Archie, get his a.ss out of my club." I order. Archie quickly grabs him and tugs him away.
"He's gone H." Archie informs me.
"Thanks Arch I'm working on the new set." I continue to draw different tattoos ideas.
"H, how do you know Harry Styles?"
"You don't want to know."
He tainted me.
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