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   "You tricked me!" Niall exclaimed, turning to me with hurt and betrayal shone on his face. He sounded really upset with what I had done.

   "I'm sorry," was all I could manage, averting my gaze as I felt slight guilt fill me up. He simply shook his head in disappointment, sighing harshly.

   "God's Eye?" he questioned bluntly, directing his words to Harry rather than me. My brows furrowed instantly at the unfamiliar words. God's Eye? What on earth was that?

  I turned to Harry with a questioning gaze, which he didn't bother to acknowledge it as he curtly nodded at Niall, ignoring me. I gasped in shock when Harry shoved Niall against the wall all of a sudden, slamming the door shut before grabbing his collar and lifting him up until he was staring into his fearful blue eyes.

   "Listen to me, you're going to do exactly what I say. We're going to leave this place in a few seconds and you're going to come with us. You don't talk to anyone and you don't look at anyone, or else people will die around you, got it?" Harry spoke sharply, cocking a dark eyebrow at him. Niall gulped, nodding shakily before Harry gave him one last glare before letting go of him.

   "Let's go," Harry spoke gruffly. He instructed me to lead the way with Niall in the middle and Harry himself bringing up the back.

  It all went smoothly while Niall, Harry and I escaped the frat house quietly. Once we reached the car, Harry bounded Niall with thick ropes before throwing him into the back seat. I couldn't help but really bad for Niall, he was such a sweet guy and he didn't deserve any of this shit happening to him. He didn't say anything to me while we left the frat house; I think he was upset with how I betrayed him. I couldn't help but have the feeling that if we were to hook up tonight, he still would've wanted to ask me out or something.

   "So," he spoke up all of a sudden, breaking the awkward silence that had settled over us during the car ride back. "I've never met you before, Scarlett," Niall said, making me frown my brows a little.

   "What do you mean?" I asked in slight confusion, twisting in my seat to look at him.

    "I know Harry, and I know the whole Valkyrie squad. I've just never met you before, you must be new," Niall explained. How does he know everyone? It sounded like he had encountered everyone before and knew something like this was going to happen.

   "She is," Harry spoke before I could. "Joined a few months back." Niall's mouth formed in a shape of a small 'O' before nodding.

  We were back in silence again. The radio was playing soft alternative music as the car moved smoothly. I tried to keep my mind off things and get some sleep but the heat of Harry's palm on my thigh was searing into my jeans, making it slightly distracting for me to actually sleep. I tried to stay up instead, wondering why the hell it was taking so long to get back to The Organization. There was a lot of traffic apparently, delaying us from getting back.

   "What's a God's Eye?" I asked all of a sudden, once I reminisced to the abduction in the frat house. I turned to look at Harry with a questioning look; instead he kept quiet, his eyes staring straight ahead.

  I turned in my seat to repeat my question to Niall, but I found him asleep in the back, and to be honest, he looked really adorable. A soft smile tugged at lips at the sight of him curled up in the back seat. I moved, sitting properly before speaking up again.

   "Well?"

   "You don't need to know about that now," Harry said bluntly, trying to shoot me down but I wasn't having it.

   "Why not?"

   "Because Vlad said so," he responded.

   "Well, do you always have to listen to Vlad?" I enquired with a frown. He glanced at me for a second, before turning back.

   "Yes, otherwise he'd kill me," Harry said in an emotionless tone.

   "He wouldn't," I breathed with wide eyes.

   "Oh yes he would. He's done it before," Harry told me, as I rolled my eyes.

   "Of course he has," I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest. After another five minutes, we finally arrived back at The Organization. Getting out of the car, I swung open the back door to reveal a sleeping Niall.

  I placed my hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him to stir him awake. It took me a couple of hard shakes and whispers of his name to get him to wake up; he must've really been tired. He gazed at me with drowsy blue eyes, yawning softly before rubbing one of his eyes with his knuckles. The action was just too adorable, I wasn't sure how a twenty one year old man was supposed to look adorable, but Niall somehow made it work.

  I couldn't wait to see what they were going to do with Niall, I knew for a fact they wouldn't kill him because like Harry said, he's far too important. Holy shit, what if they were going to torture him? If that was the case then I don't think I was as eager to see what was going to happen, it would pain me to see him getting hurt. But I followed Harry nevertheless, pulling Niall along with me as we made our way to Vlad's office.

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  Hot water pours down, it dripped by the sides of my naked body as I felt my mind wander far. I wasn't allowed to attend whatever was happening with Niall and Vlad, but they promised me I'd soon know what was going on. I was beyond exhausted today; these last few weeks have been immensely wearying, as the course was now getting even more intense. I was sort of nervous about the last phase of training I was supposed to be going through, but in a way I didn't really care. I just wanted it to get over. My mind was ripped away from my thoughts, my body jumping slightly when I heard loud banging from outside the bathroom door.

   "How much longer are you gonna be in there?" I heard Harry yell from the other side, making me roll my eyes. He's been whining about how long I've been in the shower, even though it was for about ten minutes.

   "What the fuck are you even doing in there? Masturbating?" I could practically imagine him saying those words with that taunting smirk of his playing on his lips.

  I ignored him, turning the shower off before stepping out. I groaned in frustration when I realized I didn't bring in any clothes with me, but luckily I had my towel. Wrapping the black fluffy material around my wet body, I unlocked the bathroom door and flung it open. I expected to come face to face with Harry, but I was surprised to find him sitting on my bed with his head bent over. I squinted, walking closer towards his figure, before my eyes widened and jaw dropped when I realized he was reading the letter my father gave me.

   "Harry!" I screeched all of a sudden, but he didn't flinch. I dove forward, trying to snatch the paper from his hands but he stood up abruptly, holding up high in the air, still reading it while I jumped up and down trying to reach it. "That's private Harry! You can't fucking read that!" I yelled at him angrily, shoving his chest harshly.

   "Great British shithead!? What the fuck!" he spoke loudly, still keeping his eyes on the paper.

  I yelled at him in irritation before pushing against his chest once again, this time his calves hit the edge of the bed and he fell on top of it. Without thinking, I scrambled onto his body, one of my arms extending to grab the letter while the other one held my body up over his.

   "Harry, please! That's important to me!" I called out in exasperation, still trying my hardest to reach for it.

  He was still holding it away from me, his arm extended over his head, his hand holding the letter dangling it over the other side of the bed. I stretched even further, placing my palm next to his head before outstretching my other arm. When I felt his hot breath against my damp chest; I stopped moving completely. My cheeks heated up instantly when I realized I was literally lying on top of him in just my towel, which had miraculously still stayed on after all the squirming and wriggling my body was doing.

  My eyes locked with his, my chocolate eyes wide and lips parted when his eyes darted to my visible cleavage. I swallowed uneasily when I felt his large hands grip my hips. Deciding that this all felt way too awkward, I tried to push myself up, only to be flipped over onto my back with Harry hovering over me with darkened eyes. My breath hitched in my throat when he lowered his head to my chest, his warm lips making contact with the moist skin of the hollow of my throat.

  A whimper left my lips when he laid another kiss lower than where he previously placed his lips. Each kiss he left on my skin caused it to tingle unnaturally, making my stomach coil at the feeling of it. I inhaled sharply when he dragged his tongue up my prominent left collarbone, the wet heat sending my body into a daze, before he brought his lips down to suck on it. My body was completely frozen as he sucked and nipped at the skin covering my collarbones, feeling his tongue dart out to dull the ache his teeth left. It all felt so arousing and hot.

  His plush lips travelled up the side of my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses until they landed on the skin just below my earlobe. Teeth tugged on the skin there, before his lips sucked, causing blood to accumulate to the surface. My hands rose up to tangle my fingers into his hair, my eyes fluttering close and fingers gently twirling his curls as he worked his teeth and lips on the skin near my ear. Once he was done, he laid a soft kiss on the sore spot before moving his lips to hover near my ear.

   "I don't want you going back to Niall after what happened at the party," he murmured lowly, his voice holding dominance. My brows furrowed instantly, he pulled his head up to gaze at me with a warning look.

   "What makes you think I'll go back to him?" I asked him quietly. He remained silent, ducking down to rest his forehead against mine, nose brushing my own while he sighed quietly.

   "Just don't," was all the said, before he gave my lips a short peck. He got off of me, giving me one last brief look before he entered the bathroom.

  I sat up on the bed, gripping my towel tightly around me as my teeth tugged my bottom lip, my mind mulling over what had just happened. Was he jealous when he saw Niall and I? After all, he was the one who said to do whatever I could to get Niall to the room, even if it meant kissing him. But I had a feeling it was a different reason, something other than jealously. Suddenly it hit me.

  He must've been worried that I was going to 'leave' him for Niall. Even though Harry and I weren't together, I did promise him I'd wait for him until he figures out exactly how he feels about me. I wasn't impatient, I was ready to wait for as long as he wanted, I wasn't going to be unfaithful to him, even though there was always a possible chance he would be so to me.

  Harry made me feel a certain way no one has ever made me feel before. He may have abused me, emotionally and physically, but there were times he showed he cared for me. For some reason, those small things he did to prove he cares, always conquered the big things that showed he didn't. Unfortunately, as much as I detested the cruel side of him, I was also fond of the gentle side of him, the only side that I was sure, appeared whenever he saw me crying or in emotional pain. But now he was slightly better, he didn't abuse me like he did before and that made me immensely happy. There were times he'd snap unintentionally and lose his temper, but he'd always apologise after, something he never did. He was trying his best and that made me happy.

  Thoughts like these whirled around my head as I pulled on my nightwear, yawning in weariness as I did so. I entered the bathroom to brush my teeth, and as I was doing so, I noticed some strange discoloration on the skin near my ear. Once I had rinsed my teeth, I pulled my hair up in one hand and turned my body slightly. My jaw dropped when I noticed a dark hickey just below my ear lobe.

  My finger probed it, wincing as I felt it ache slightly. Harry gave me a fucking hickey. Why did I feel like he was trying to mark me after what happened tonight with Niall? We weren't even together and he was already acting like a possessive boyfriend. There were other faint red marks littered across my collarbones but I was sure they'd disappear by the next morning. However, the one next to my ear looked like it was going to last for a week or so.

  After about ten minutes of recording todays events and my recent thoughts into my diary, I set it back down on the bedside table along with my pen. My eyes spotted my father's letter lying on the floor; I moved to pick it up before sitting back down on the bed with it in my hands. I couldn't help but read it again, feeling my heart ache for my deceased father. I felt a few tears escape my eyes at the sight of the nickname he used to call me when I was little.

  My hands moved to wipe my tears harshly when I heard footsteps. Harry entered the room, his toned body covered in just his shorts and boxers as he focused his gaze on me, a frown growing on his face. I averted my gaze from him, folding up the letter and stuffing it into my diary. The lights went off and I crawled under the covers, sighing in content when I felt his arms wrap around my torso, bringing me closer to his body.

  Sleeping with Harry like this had become one of my favorite things now. I had never felt so safe and secured, yet incredibly content, than in his arms. The feeling of his body heat engulfing me, his strong tatted arms wrapped around my body and how amazing it felt to sleep peacefully just by being in his arms. I loved how when we slept together we were practically inseparable, as if we were holding onto each other for our lives.

  My head laid on his outstretched arm on the pillow, his other arm wound loosely around my midsection and his limbs tangled with mine. I could feel his breath fanning against my neck as he lowered his head to nuzzle it into the crook of my neck. The move caused me to smile faintly, my hands moving over his arm, almost caressing the tattooed skin of it.

  My eyes were drooping now, I felt exhaustion and sleep taking over my body as a yawn escaped my lips. I relaxed into Harry's arms, feeling incredibly comfortable in them. I think I was already half-asleep when I felt his soft lips press against the small hickey he gave me. His lips puckered against the spot sweetly before he pulled away to whisper something into the dark.

   "Mine."

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-sorry for the short chapter! how did you like this one? What do you guys think God's Eye is?

-have y'all seen the tour diaries? I swear my ovaries bursted when I saw boxer Harry again omfgggg 👅👅👅

-school is a bitch and so are teachers and whoever the fuck decided to give me four exams all in one week 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

Anyone feeling my pain and stress say I...

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Until we meet again...

~T