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-Harry Styles-
"So what, you're gonna play friends with her now?"
"What if I am?" I look to Louis sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, an obvious look of annoyance plastered on his face.
I had just gone back from walking Lucy back to her house, she didn't let me get her something to eat and said that she would eat there, I just didn't want her to faint again. I don't know how she went the entire day without something for her pain, I can tell she's tough but she obviously needed help tonight. She kept on apologizing for fainting, and I kept on telling her that she didn't need to.
I know Louis is pissed at me because I didn't recognize her name, and he thinks that since they got to her, it's only a matter of time until they get to us too and find out who we are.
"We barely know anything about her, but it's already enough to know that we shouldn't even be this close to her. Do you even fucking realize what will happen once her grandfather finds out that she lives next door to the people who are trying to fucking put him down?" He stands up, talking with his free hand and white knuckling the beer bottle with the other.
I sigh, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. I grab a beer bottle and place the cap under the ring on my middle finger to open it.
"She doesn't have the tattoo." I go to take a sip from the bottle but Niall stands from his stool at the kitchen island and takes the bottle from my hand with an accusing look on his face.
"What I can't even have a fucking beer?" I clench my jaw, looking into his eyes and exhale heavily.
"No?" He says as if it was obvious and takes a long swig of the light alcohol and sits back down at his laptop again. My hands slips through my hair in frustration and I look back to Louis and sigh.
"She doesn't have it, yet. How could you be so sure she doesn't have anything to do with them?" He argues.
"I just am." He scoffs at my answer and I walk back to the living room, grabbing the documents I hid in the bookshelf and placing it on the dining table.
I am because she just found out that her parents we're killed and didn't die in an accident, because she had a fucking breakdown after almost getting kidnapped, because of how genuinely terrified she was. Because for someone who doesn't have friends and doesn't talk to people, she asked me to stay with her because she was scared.
"Let's just keep looking and we'll know for sure." I say to get him off my back and sit to start looking through the documents. I don't have it in me to fight him on this because he has a right to not trust her, I know I barely know her but somehow I feel like I trust her. Besides I don't know what the hell is wrong with him but he's been pissing the fuck out of me lately, he's always mad at me for something these days.
Especially because he was the one to find me almost dead when I overdosed, and I don't blame him for that. But he doesn't have to be an asshole to her especially since I told him we wouldn't have to worry about her being a part of the Urbinati clan, even if he doesn't trust her he doesn't have to make it obvious. But like I said, he doesn't believe anyone, especially not me lately.
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