Double updated because people were saying the last chapter was short. This one is slightly longer 😊

The picture above is of Harry's and Scarlett's outfits during later on in this chapter.

Long a/n at the end 😁

Movie 🎥 La Femme Nikita (1990)

Happy Reading xx

~T

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My crying ceased for a second when I felt the bed dip on the other side of me. I breathed quietly when I felt Harry lay down on the bed beside me. After a few seconds he threw his arm over my waist, bringing me back against his chest. I had to fight every urge I had in me to push him away, only because I didn't want to wake up from another horrible nightmare again.

    "Scar," I heard him whisper in that low raspy voice of his. I simply whimpered in response feeling more tears trickle down my mottled cheeks. "Baby," he called out quietly, making me cry even more. There he was, that gentle caring Harry who always came out from hiding whenever my eyes shed tears.

  His hands gripped my waist gently, turning me around so I could face him properly. I immediately averted my gaze to his tattooed chest, refusing to look him in the eye as I cried softly. I sucked in a breath when his rough fingertips swiped across the skin of my cheek, wiping away the tears. I felt him pull me closer to him until his lips made contact with my cheek; he kissed away my tears, leaving small kisses all over my face to help me calm down.

   "W-Why are you only like this only when I'm crying?" I gazed at him under my wet lashes, sniffling quietly as I watched him look down.

   "I don't know," he answered honestly, pulling his lip ring into his mouth as he furrowed his brows.

   "Why can't you be like this all the time?" I couldn't help but ask, making him look up at me all of a sudden.

   "Then I'll be weak and vulnerable all the time," he said lowly. "I can't be like this all the time, Scar," he said, bringing his hand up to cradle my cheek.

   "You don't have to," I said quickly. "You could just be less rough with me y'know?" I bit my lip anxiously, waiting for his response. He sighed, shaking his head slightly, making my heart fall a little. "What's holding you back?" I asked in a small voice.

   "A lot of things, baby," he rasped out.

   "Can you tell me what are they?" I asked in hope. He immediately shook his head, pulling his brows tightly.

   "No," he uttered. I gave him a pleading look, as he gazed at me, not complying.

   "Please, Harry. Why can't you tell me? Why can't you tell me anything? I want to know how you feel about me so badly! You always give me mixed signals and it-"

  His soft lips cut off my words. I sighed in content against his lips, moving them ever so gently before parting his lips. His tongue entered my mouth, running along the side of my mouth before colliding with my own. His kisses were so perfect. They always had my body flushing with heat and pleasure, my mind blowing from emotions and my stomach coiling and twisting.

  We pulled away for a breath of air, resting our foreheads against each other's, while our gazes stayed locked with one another's. A lone tear rolled down my cheek once I realized that his kisses always distracted me from all the conflict that was going on in reality. I also realized that these kisses hardly meant anything to him.

   "I can't tell you now Scarlett," he whispered breathlessly, his jade eyes searching for my chocolate ones. "At least not until I can figure out my...feelings," he said the word as it was foreign for him.

  I curled my arms around his shoulders, hooking my leg over his waist as an attempt to get closer to him. He responded by wounding his arms around my torso, pulling me into him as his forehead rested against mine. Nose brushing against each other's as he continued to stare at me.

   "I know you want this as much as I do. Even though you tell me things that indicate that you don't, I can feel it, Harry," I said, my hand moving to cup his cheek gently as he exhaled. He ignored what I said and parted his lips to speak in a hushed voice.

   "Just wait for me Scarlett, please," he whispered vulnerably, gazing at me with pleading eyes. My lips parted in slight shock at his words.

   "I'm willing to wait as long as you want, Harry. But you can't do things that'll make me change my mind about that," I told him sternly; he sighed again before nodding in agreement.

   "I won't," he said firmly, ducking down to peck my lips before he pushed me onto my back. His curly-haired head lay on my shoulder as he draped his arm over my torso, tangling our legs together lazily. I smiled softly at the cute position we were in, my arms coming around his shoulders to hold him to me.

  I could only hope he wouldn't do anything to hurt me again, because I wasn't sure if I could take it any longer.

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   "Niall Horan?" I questioned, trying to figure out where this kid was located.

   "Yeah, Vlad said we need to hunt him down," Harry said curtly. He relaxed into his car seat, one hand on the steering wheel with his other hand resting on my thigh.

  We were nearing the end of the Red Phase, which meant I only had three more weeks left of my course to go. I now knew extensive combat, sharpshooting, basics of martial arts, hacking and first aid. I was partly ready to be an assassin, except for the fact that I still haven't killed anyone. Harry had changed slightly, well to me he had. He wasn't as vile as before and he stopped abusing me a lot, yeah he still called me Kitten and made fun of me but it was all just banter, to him at least. What made me immensely happy was that he stopped seeing Natalie completely, every time she'd come up to him with her spilling cleavage, he'd immediately send her away.

   "Scarlett, were you listening to a word I was saying?" Harry brought me out of my thoughts, gazing at me with an amused smirk on his plump lips.

   "Nope," I said, popping the 'p'. "The university dorms are right around the corner," I pointed, Harry nodding as he turned the steering wheel. "So, who is Niall Horan again?"

   "Niall Horan is this prodigy who we need to track down and abduct before Black Arrow finds them," Harry informed me, his words confusing me even more.

   "Wait. Black Arrow?"

   "They're an organization similar to ours, but obviously we're better," he told me shortly, pulling into a parking spot a short distance away from a frat house.

   "Why do we have to find Niall Horan before them?"

   "That, Kitten, you'll find out soon. But for now, we need to find him and abduct him," Harry said, turning the engine off.

   "Abduct him?" I gulped. "How on earth are we supposed to abduct someone at a frat party?" I asked in confusion.

   "Jesus, you and your endless questions," Harry groaned in irritation. "Look I've got it under control," he snapped, as I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair. "Okay, here's the plan; we go in, you seduce him, bring him to a specific room and we'll hold him at gunpoint if he doesn't cooperate with us," Harry explained quickly while my jaw dropped.

   "That's why you made me dress like this! Because you want me to seduce somebody?" I exclaimed angrily gesturing at my alluring outfit, as Harry rolled his eyes this time.

   "At least I'm not making you kill anybody this time," he huffed in annoyance. He did have a point.

   "Fine," I grumbled, tugging on the incredibly uncomfortable dark modernized corset I was wearing. My shoulders and collarbones were on full display, and so was my cleavage. I was happy that I at least had jeans on, something I had to argue with Harry for absolutely no reason. "And for your information, I've never seduced someone before. So good luck in trying to make your brilliant plan work."

   "Babe, it ain't that hard. You've already got the looks. Just bat your lashes, smile and make lots of eye contact, but not too much eye contact," he told me firmly as I let out a short laugh. "What's so funny?"

   "Sounds like you're very experienced with seducing people," I snickered, making him glare at me.

   "How else do I get information if I can't seduce wives of big-ass mafia leaders?" he smirked at me while I gave him a look of pure disgust.

   "Wow," I sarcastically remarked. "If you're so good at this, why don't you seduce him and I'll hold him at gun point?"

   "Because the guy's not gay, Scarlett," he retorted in an obvious tone. "Now come on, we're wasting time! Have you got your gun?" he questioned.

   "I've got my knife," I said, showing it where I've hidden my favorite knife, in the leg of my knee length boots.

   "Okay, good enough," he said, before swinging the car door open, me copying his actions.

  We crossed the street and headed towards the frat house, I glanced at Harry's attire to see if he was dressed appropriately for the mission. He looked incredibly attractive in his black Calvin Klein jumper, dark skinny jeans, brown boots and skull printed bandana. He looked like a regular teenager, his piercings and tattoos adding to the look.

   "Stop staring at me," he said bluntly, making me look away with flushed cheeks. His hand landed on my lower back as he escorted me into the house. "There he is," Harry muttered into my ear, looking in the right direction.

  I snapped my head, squinting in the blinding lights trying to look for this Niall Horan guy. Harry told me he was blonde with blue eyes, but there were so many like him. Harry pointed at him, my eyes widening when I saw him. He was dressed in a white expensive polo along with blue skinny jeans, his blonde hair styled up in a quiff and his electric blue eyes and bright smile making it easy to spot him. He was pretty cute; I had to say.

    "Yeah yeah just don't scare him away with your Chemistry facts," Harry muttered, making me realize I voiced my thoughts out. I immediately rolled my eyes at his words, shoving his arm slightly, only for him to shove me back. "Do what you gotta do to get him to the room. I'll text you which one it is once I find one," he said, pulling away slightly to gaze into my eyes, before he let a smirk curve into his lips. "Good luck kiss?"

   "Hmm I don-" I was cut off when he pecked my lips shortly, giving my bum a firm squeeze before disappearing into the crowd.

  I sighed quietly, keeping my gaze on Niall as I moved closer to him. He was a pretty adorable kid; he looked really cheery. He wasn't drunk like the rest of the people, and after over-hearing half of his conversations about coding; he was definitely a genius. I sat on a bar stool, as I watched him, sipping on my margarita as I did so. Suddenly his gaze fell my way, his Caribbean blue eyes wandering around before they locked gazes with mine.

  My chocolate eyes stared into his gorgeous blue ones for a minimum of full three seconds before turning away with a shy smile on my lips, feeling his gaze linger on me as I did so. My second glance at him was a little more sustained than the first, with a slight smirk, before I turned to chat with the bartender. Before I could look at him for the third time, he was already making his way over here. I was slightly surprised when he ignored me and talked to the bartender instead.

   "Tony, a Cosmopolitan with extra vodka and less lime juice. Make it quick," he spoke sharply, as Tony the bartender nodded and started making the drink.

   "You sure know what you want," I commented, looking at him over my shoulder with my elbows folded.

   "I am well aware of what I want," Niall responded smoothly, seemingly impressed by my confident demeanor. " Niall Horan," he introduced himself with a cheery grin.

"Scarlett Jones," I responded, mirroring his expression, shaking his outstretched hand.

"I don't think I've seen you before. Do you go to UNLV?" he asked politely, as I shook my head.

   "I go to UC Riverside. Currently in Nevada to visit my friend who happens to go here," I explained.

   "Sounds cool. What are you majoring in?" he asked.

   "Chemistry. You?"

   "Computer Science," he said with a toothy grin, seating himself on the stool next to mine. "So Scarlett, who's this friend of yours? Maybe I know him or her," he asked me as I felt my body freeze. Fuck.

   "Umm you don't know him. He's majoring in the dramatic arts," I said quickly, giving him a shaky smile. Thankfully he nodded and asked nothing more about my 'friend'.

  We spent a couple more minutes chatting, learning new things about each other by the minute. I found myself laughing hysterically at Niall's hilarious jokes. I wasn't attracted to him, but I was drawn to him in a certain way due to his bubbly personality. It didn't take me long to realize he was attracted to me, the way his azure eyes would gaze at my face and body, and the way he'd inch closer every time I tried to say something to him. The way he licked his lips, and swallowed thickly every time I would seductively gaze at him, would immediately give away that I was alluring him.

   "Let's dance," Niall suggested suddenly with a cheeky grin. I cocked an eyebrow at him with an amused smirk playing on my lips. He simply grinned back, holding his hand out for me to grab and I did so.

  He led me to the dance- floor, finding a sizable empty spot for us. He spun me around abruptly, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me against his chest. My cheeks flushed at the sudden action, before I regained my composure and smirked slightly. Seduce him Scarlett.

  The song that came on was full of bass and perfect for what I was about to do next. I kept my eyes locked with his, roping my arms around his neck as I started to sway my hips. I pushed him away with a smirk, watching him stand slightly away from me as I began to dance for him. I wasn't much of a dancer, but I tried my best to look sexy without falling on my face. My arms waving in the air, hips moving rhythmically with the music, I felt many gazes land on me, mostly males.

  I opened my eyes that were completely shut the entire time landing on Niall's figure that stood there watching me the entire time. His eyes were hooded, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his gaze travelled over my dancing body. I smirked in victory, as he started moving towards me. His hand grasped mine and tugged me along with him towards a dark corner of the room. Once we were there, He caught me completely off-guard when he grasped the sides of my face and pressed his lips against mine.

  My first reaction was to push him away, but then the rational part of my brain screamed not to. This was the plan; I just had to keep seducing him until he would agree with me to find a room. Tangling my fingers into his short blonde hair, I kissed him back, savoring the taste on alcohol on his lips and tongue. He gripped my hips, sliding his tongue over mine repeatedly as I felt his hands travel up and down my sides. He was an amazing kisser; I couldn't lie about that. But somewhere in the back of my head, that annoying voice had returned, repeating that one line that was always on replay whenever I kissed another man. He's not Harry.

  We pulled away for air, gazing at each other with heavy breaths falling from our moist lips and hands gripping each other tightly. He pressed our lips back together again, not giving a shit about the fact that people were around us as his hands moved down to squeeze my bum. The action elicited a soft moan from me, which was stifled by the kiss. Since it was dark in the house and I frankly didn't give a shit about PDA at the moment, so my hand moved down between our bodies, putting pressure on his hard on.

  Niall groaned at the feeling, pulling away from the kiss to moan softly when I pressed my palm against his growing bulge once again. His eyes snapped open, locking with mine, giving me a look that indicated he wanted to take this further, and that was all I needed. My hand grasped his as I tugged him through the crowd, pushing lightly at drunken bodies that tried to block my path as I hurriedly pulled him up the stairs.

  My hand quickly dug into my front pocket to locate my phone, pulling it out and unlocking it to read the latest text message I had received. I shoved it back into my pocket once I was done, locating the room Harry mentioned in the text before barging through it with Niall on my heels. I didn't even get a chance to see if Harry was there because the moment I stepped into the room, Niall spun me around and locked our lips.

  He kissed me hungrily, the roughness of our kiss stunning me slightly as I stumbled into the room with him. His hands messily grabbed my waist, kissing me continuously until a point we both broke the kiss for air. His gaze lingered on me for a second, before travelling behind me to examine the room. I watched him as his expression suddenly fell, his eyes widening and lips parting in shock and slight fear.

   "Harry?" he gasped, I felt myself jump slightly when I felt a large hand place itself on my lower back. My body froze in its place when I felt Harry's presence behind me, his looming height towering over me as he gazed at Niall hardly. I can't believe he had just witnessed us practically sucking each other's faces off.

   "Nice to see you again Niall."

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- So you guys met Niall, what do you think of him? His involvement with The Organization will be shown further on as the novel progresses 😊

- now I promise you Harry and Scarlett's relationship will become better after this chapter. Harry won't be as cruel as before and he won't lie about how he feels, but he won't tell her either because he's still unsure of himself.

-it would mean the world to me if you could show some love by checking out my h.s. One shots book! But only if you're comfortable with smut, if you're not, then you're in for a surprise later on in this story 👅💦

-question: what's your favorite Harlett scene?

until we meet again...

~T