Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T Y S I X

Louis stands a good few metres away from me as we stand in the backyard, him holding his little black and silver butterfly knife in his hand.

"Louis, I don't think this is a smart idea.." I mumble, looking down at the extremely fresh stitches in my hands that had only been in for a few hours now.

"I think it's a genius idea. It's okay, I won't do anything too tough on you, love." He starts flicking the knife around his hand, making it flutter around in different angles before it lands perfectly in his palm, blade out. He proceeds to then stab an imaginary person making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Why am I learning this? I learnt how to use a gun and that's good enough." I cross my arms over my chest in the loose t-shirt that I changed into.

"No it's not good enough. Silencers only compress so much noise. You need to learn to be slick and stealthy and you can do that with this thing right here," He holds the knife in the air before flicking it back inside itself. "Here you go."

He walks towards me and holds the small weapon out to me; I hesitantly take it from his grasp.

"I won't be stabbing anyone." I murmur and he laughs in response.

"Yeah, yeah. You say that now," He replies in amusement, stepping away from me. "Did you like shooting the gun?"

I nod my head slowly and he tilts his head slightly to the side with a devilish smirk on his face.

"There you go then. It's just as good as using a gun, if not better."

I hold the knife in my sore hands and his eyes dart to my stitches as he brings his index finger and thumb to his chin as if in thought.

"Alright, so avoid ripping your little stitches right there and this should be fine."

I shake my head in doubt and let out a shaky breath as he stifles a laugh.

"Flick it open. Just like how I was doing." He instructs.

I swallow the lump in my throat, looking down at the tucked in knife. Then with one swift movement, I flick it, making it spin around and out. I catch it flawlessly back in my hand, blade out and can't help but smile lightly to myself in triumph.

"And look at that. Didn't even cut yourself a little bit." He says with a smartass grin, crossing his arms over his chest.

That would be the cherry on top of an incredible day.

Okay, I'll admit this is sort of fun. I will never ever use a gun or a knife to injure anybody, but I can't deny the excitement that they both bring me.

The back door slides open and I turn my head to see Harry walking out with a smirk on his face.

"She stabbed you yet, Lou?" Harry asks in amusement making me scoff.

"She's actually not bad so far, I won't lie," Louis turns his attention back to me. "Ready to get violent, love?"

After staying in the backyard with Louis and Harry until it was dark out, I had come to know the skills of using a butterfly knife quite easily.

I've always been a fast learner and I can proudly say that I impressed everyone with what I learnt with my stitched up hands.

I'm now sat at the kitchen bench, cleaning the stitches and wrapping my hands up before I go to bed.

"You're pretty good with weapons aren't ya, sweet cheeks?" Harry asks and I look up at him as he comes up from behind me, sitting on the stool next to mine.

I shrug my shoulders, directing my eyesight back to my hands.

"I guess I'm not too bad," I mumble, making him chuckle.

"Humble. I respect that. Nora will be happy you're working with her and not some useless chick," He comments making me turn to him frowning.

"Stop being so disrespectful to women. It's not a cute look, Harry." I scold and he licks his bottom lip, before tucking it in between his teeth.

"You would think I'm cute otherwise?" He questions with a sly smirk, making me roll my eyes.

"Never." I bluntly state, turning back to my stitches once more and finishing the loose wrap.

"Ouch, doll. Way to be hard on a guy," He puts his hand on his chest and sucks in a sharp breath in fake agony.

I stifle a laugh and roll my eyes.

"Very funny, Harry Styles," I stand off my seat and move away into the kitchen to put the disinfectant wipes in the bin. "I just found out about Nora actually. I didn't know you had a sister." I comment, turning to him from the other side of the bench.

"Yeah, no one does. She's not one for being in the spotlight and to be honest I don't blame her." He explains and I nod my head.

"That's fair. How old is she?" I ask.

"Only eighteen. A year younger than you, but she acts older than me." He chuckles, twisting the rings on his fingers.

I can tell he really cares for his baby sister. They must be extremely close and really, I admire that. An older brother who's close with his younger sister is something that's just so purely sweet.

"How old are you?" I continue and he knits his eyebrows.

"How don't you know?" He asks as if I'm dumb.

I shrug.

"Never cared enough to find out." I reply back with attitude, acting nonchalant. A small smirk crawls onto his lips making his dimple pop.

"I'm twenty two, doll." He states.

"Cool. I'm going to bed." I walk around the bench, heading out of the kitchen but Harry hops of the stool and gets directly in my way, making me bump into his chest and stumble backwards a couple steps.

"Excuse me." I mumble, looking up into his green eyes.

"Why you got so much attitude today, princess? I don't appreciate it." He rasps slowly under his breath, making a shiver run down my spine.

"I'm not killing anyone this weekend." I state solidly.

He flicks his eyes between mine and lets out a deep breath.

"We'll see about that." He murmurs, stepping one long stride towards me so that our bodies are now pressed together.

I clench my jaw slightly in irritation as he stands there like an psychotic, arrogant asshole.

"If I kill anyone, it'll be you." I whisper with courage, making his smirk reappear.

I instantly shun myself for being stupid enough to say that to my kidnapper.

"You can try to, doll. But the second the bullet misses me, or the second I dodge that knife, I'm coming for you." He threatens, whispering with his deep and husky accent.

I swallow the lump rising in my throat as he stares me deep into my fucking soul with those piercing, emerald eyes.

He slowly brings his hand up from his side and grabs my chin between his index finger and thumb.

I let out a shaky breath as he then tilts my head back and leans forward, planting a venomous kiss right on my collarbone.

"Goodnight, my doll. We have a long day tomorrow." He steps out of my way and I feel my heart pound aggressively against my chest.

How can one man be so intimidating?

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pretty uneventful chapter but trust me there's gon be some juiceeee coming heheh

btw is it just me who found that last scene kinda hot like harold ur so sexy wtf