Mafia Flower // Harry Styles

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     That night I stared out the window watching the the ocean waves wash the sand. A deep desire was within me. I was hypnotized by the sounds of ocean crashing on shore and the rythm of waves pulling and crashing. I swung my legs off the bed and my feet tip toed across ice-cold wood floors. As I approached his door, I bit my lip in anticipation. I pushed open the door that was not fully closed with fingertips. He was awake as well and turned to me. He questioned me in a low and quiet voice, "What is it?"

"I can't sleep at night. Can I sleep in your room?" I sat on the side of his bed with bare legs.

"Your father wouldn't approve."

"I don't care." I gently tugged at his shirt.

"I thought daddy's girl did everything she was told?" He teased and raised an eyebrow.

I smirked and lied down on my side. He traced my tattoo with a delicate finger. His brows furrowed in confusion as he felt the scar.

"Whatever happened here?" He asked. I pondered if I was ready to tell him and I recalled the memory.

"When I was in school, some kids found me in the bathroom and cornered me. They were angry that my father had their dad killed," I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued, "So, they burned me."

His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to my story and I could tell from his expression that he was angry. He gently rubbed my leg, soothing me.

"What did your father do?" He asked.

"Nothing. I never told anyone because I didn't want him to do anything that would make it worse."

He shook his head. "You should have told someone. I'd have beat them, I would've-"

He was cut off by my lips pressing against his. Our lips were locked in a deadly trance. I swung my leg over him to sit on top of him.

He cursed in a murmur. With strong hands, he unexpectedly flipped me over onto my back. Breathless and heated, he planted kisses on my neck. His hands explored my body. He crawled off the bed to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt. Button-by-button reavealed his skin littered with tattoos from his neck to his feet. He removed everything until he was exposed in all his glory. He pulled off my pajamas and tossed them away revealing black lace. He hooked a finger under the lace and slipped them off. His eyes raked my body before grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. Heated, we rocked with the ocean. I squirmed and struggled to keep quiet. A primal sound escaped my lips. He demaded that I stay quiet and the idea of not wanting anyone to hear was exciting. He flipped me over and I pressed my face against the pillow. My hands clawed at the sheets as I felt his hot skin. Waves of ecstasy washed over me and I screamed his name into the pillow. His breathing was hot and heavy as we finished.

In the morning, I woke in his strong arms. My face was burried in his neck and my legs intertwined with his. The annoying alarm on his phone was repeating the same tune. I quickly slipped on my pajams. Harry rubbed his eyes and chuckled at me. I scurried out of his room and shut the door of my room behind me.

As I showered, I thought about last night. Last night was dangerous and risky. This man probably only uses his women. Maybe my father told him to stay away from me for a reason. However, I didn't regret it.

After breakfast, I sauntered onto the balcony to find Zayn patroling with a rifle. After a couple seconds of breathing in the ocean air, Zayn broke the silence. "How was cuddling up to Styles last night?"

Stunned, I pretended not to know what he was talking about.

"I was on shift last night and I heard a little puppy whimper in the night."

Zayn stepped toward me from behind me.

Embarrassed that the man I used to have a fling with knew about last night, I continued to gaze out into the sea.

"Jealous much?" I snapped as I became flustered.

He chuckled and I spun around to face him.

"You know it's dangerous to be with a guy like him. I'm just protecting you is all."

"How so?" I inquired with confusion and curiousity written on my face. Zayn asked me if I had heard the stories about him.

"He told me about his past. I know about the initiation."

Zayn sighed. "I just expected you to be with a fine lad, that's all."

"You're not gonna tell my father, are you?"

He paused before he said, "I might have to."

I shoved him and he leaned away but didn't budge.

"Don't, please. It's none of your business!"

"I might have to if he asks," Zayn repeated.

I stormed past him and stalked to my bedroom.

My father called for a meeting. He was sitting in his chair with a drink as usual. Weakly, he rised and walked with his hands behind his back, ceramoniously. He reviewed his plans and asked his team for updates. He announced, "Mr. Styles will be leaving today to retrieve the weapon."

I somehow convinced Harry to let me go with him. I argued that I would be safer traveling than sitting in my family's home like a sitting duck. I don't know if it was wanderlust, fear, boredom, or my desire to know this mysterious man more. I ran down the stairs and to the front door with my heavy suitcase in hand. In his hand was the location where we would find this mysterious weapon. I quickly peeked at the paper before it was incinerated to ash. Harry had to burn the paper incase he was captured by enemies and forced to give away information. Every detail of the trip was all memorized in his head. I remember him studying the coordinates, location, and details all morning.

Next destination: Japan