I Want (H.S Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Can You Feel My <3

A/n song for this is- bmth can you feel my heart and that towards the end of this chapter.

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Chapter 2 - Can You Feel My Heart

 “Rise and shine hun, before harry kills you with training we want to give you a makeover and then we have something to discuss.” Perrie spoke softly into my ear in attempt to wake me up gently. “What time- wait its 5 in the morning!” Are these colouring books crazy? “Yeah we had to get you sorted before the Harry start training, which gives us 90 minutes.” Perrie and El began squealing while there was no sign of Danielle.

When I had got out the shower I was surprised to see that Harry and Niall had joined the girls in my room. “So I was thinking, we don’t cut her hair but dye it slightly darker. Now she has a rocking’ body so we are just have to show that off but as she has training for shoes we are going to have to keep it to simple converses. Now Honey do you have any piercings or tattoos?” Oh so apparently I don’t have a say in what I’m going to look like today.

“Stomach and ears pierced but no tattoos.” Everybody looks at each other and begins to laugh. “What is it?” I’m am struck with confusion as nobody lets me in on their little joke. “It’s just that here we are looking like colouring books and then there is you, an unharmed little dolly. Do you want tattoos?” I nod in response to the question raised by Niall.

“Very well after training I will take you to get you first bit of ink.” Harry suggested. Is it really weird if I am excited to be spending more time with Harry, just us two? “Right we shall leave you girls to have your fun. But if you put her in lace please remember to take photos.” Harry smirked trailing his eyes down my body which was only covered by a white towel. “Aw look she’s blushing Harry.” Niall joked before the two boys left the room.

One hour I have been sat in this chair and they haven’t even decided what I was wearing! And can I just say that eyebrow correction hurts! So does waxing; now that one is a little bitch! And the hardest part of it all is that I can’t see what they are doing to me; I have no mirror to look at. “Ok time for you clothes. Do not complain though, not until you have seen yourself at least.” El raised a fair argument; there was no point complaining until I saw what I looked like.

Okay so I know I said I wouldn’t complain but El literally gave me a black bra with slight detail on, a pair of black denim booty shorts and a pair of black socks all to match with my all black converse hi-tops.

“Oh my God you look so hot but you need jewellery to match.” Just as Perrie began adding a bucket load of jewellery Zayn walked in demanding I went into the basement as Harry wanted to begin my training. Honestly I don’t see why he hates me so much considering, I have known him 24 hours. And to be fair I should hate the lot of them for stealing money from where I work.

“Ok so are you ready to- Holy mother of earth you look sexy.”  Harry seem shocked and glad to see me, which sent tingles through my body. “Why thank Mr. actually I don’t know your last name.”

“Well maybe it is because I don’t want you two. And when alone you will call me Master and when in the company of anyone else you will address me as boss. Unless I give you permission to name me by any other name that is what you call me. As your boss you WILL follow all my instructions; no matter how painful or how difficult. Lastly you are to have no contact with the outside world; my gang become your family and you need nobody else. Failing to comply with any three of these rules will result in punishment. Do I make myself fucking clear?” I was taken aback by his sudden outburst of pure coldness; he was completely different to the guy I spoke to a mere two hours ago. “Yes Master. Now can we just begin already?”

Harry- or should I say master, kept todays training to just loading guns of different sizes and different skill. “Time to start shooting. This is a semi-automatic pistol. I want you to load it and fire it. We will not leave until you have hit the target 5 times.”

I was completely useless at this. And I could sense Harry losing all hope in me. “I’m going to try something.” He said sweeping my shoulder length hair behind my ear. Suddenly I felt a warm, wet sensation on the side of my neck, followed by sloppy kisses and slight nipple. I don’t know how Harry expects me to focus when I have Harry kissing my neck. He then became harsher with less kissing and more sucking and biting at my skin.  I let out an unsurprising moan, I didn’t see the need in hiding my pleasure, and nobody could hear us or see us. “Shoot the gun Honey.” His voice vibrating against my bruising skin.

 “I did it!” I cheered jumping into Harry’s arm in joy. This ending up being one of those movie moments where you have awkward eye contact and you back away pretending it never happened. “Yeah so let’s get you a tattoo.” A light giggle escaped my lips; I don’t think Harry realised it but he had just rhymed and it amused me a little.

“Hey sweetie welcome to Pauls tattoo parlour may I ask what you would like to have done. Don’t worry Harry here has booked out a rather large slot.” A girl with bright pink hair spoke to me, I was so captivated by it, and I wish I could pull off a hair colour like that. “Yes, I would like a lyric from Bring Me the Horizons – Can you feel my heart. I want ‘I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim’ on my back.” I proudly stated, although there was another BMTH lyric I wanted to match the first, I figured it was best to start small-ish. “And for you Haz.” Harry took a moment to think about it. “A mermaid on my arm.” So I’m guessing me and Harry are to have matching tattoos; as mermaid know how to swim.

The pain was barley bearable, and Harry could see that I was struggling to deal with it. Therefore he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a cigarette box however; it wasn’t cigarettes in the box. He handed me a joint, his idea of dealing with the pain I guessed. It wasn’t the first time I had tried weed and I knew that he was probably right in thinking it would help.

“Fuck that shit worked. How does it look?” Harry took the joint from my lips and takes a few puffs before responding with one word, “Gorgeous.”

Harry’s P.O.V

“You know boss I haven’t got high for 3 years!” Honey seemed very proud but very out of it. “Well what happened 3 years ago?” I don’t know why but Honey intrigues me. I want to know every little detail about her. “My parents died in a car crash coming back from their honeymoon.” What the fuck? She’s saying this as if it is no big fucking deal! “But I’m too high to care. They left me.” She began sobbing. “I was six-fucking-teen and they left me. I had nobody to protect me when I was late on the bills or when I was depressed and all I could think of was death. They weren’t there! They we- they weren’t t-there.”

   "Paul can you give us a second."  My tattoo was practically finished anyway. "Honey come here." I patted my lap communicating to her that I was here for her. "You listen to me; you are a beautiful and smart girl. And now you have told me that you are also one of the bravest girls I have ever met okay? I doesn't matter that you had nobody because, no you have me and I will never let you go. I will protect you with my life." I began caressing her cheek as I spoke. "Your one of us now." I said before planting a  gentle kiss on her forehead.

a/n MAUUUDDDDDD :(