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Captured | H.S
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Ongoing, First published Aug 31, 2015
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He once more took a sip of the bottle of whisky, ignoring the feeling of the liquid burn down his throat. He wanted this feeling to go away. Harry felt Anger, frustration, confusion, trying to resist the feeling but couldn't.

He wished that he would never laid eyes on her.

She made him feel different. 

Harry knew falling in love was dangerous. He never knew he would gain feelings for such a girl, yet putting her life into complete danger. 

'Stop thinking about the girl Harry.' The voice lingered through his ears. 

'She's just for the plan, remember that.' 
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.