this chapter is like a filler I guess. somewhat of a long chapter lmao, like I said before I'm lengthening these chapters so there won't be too many left until the end of the book.

Movie 🎥 The Bourne Supremacy (2004)

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"Harry, baby, wake up," I murmured, shaking his shoulder gently before pushing his curls off his face and laying a kiss on his forehead.

He let out a small grunt of protest, his hand moving to grasp my wrist. A gasp left my lips when he suddenly tugged strongly, causing me to collapse onto his body. His arms quickly came around to wound themselves around my body, holding me tightly to his chest.

"Harry," I whined when he flipped us, me landing on my back with his body practically engulfing mine.

"Scar," he grumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"Babe, you need to wake up if you want to go to Damien's birthday bash thing at the club," I murmured to him, continuously running my fingers through his soft curls, earning small hums of appreciation every now and then.

"What time is it now?"

"Eight, P.M."

"How long was I out for?" he lifted his head up from my chest, peering at me with drowsy eyes.

"About three hours," I grinned, as his eyes widened significantly.

"What the fuck, I never sleep for that long in the afternoon," he hissed, a frown coming up on his face. "I don't sleep in the afternoon at all!"

"It's okay," I told him, pecking his extra pink soft lips before cupping his face. "Now get yo ass up!"

"Alright, I'm up!" he held his hands up in defense a cheeky smile curving into his lips as he rolled off me, pushing himself off the mattress.

While he took a shower and decided to get ready, I strolled into the kitchen, thinking about making a nice hot cup of tea. Carrying my journal in my hand, I walked around the kitchen island, setting it down on the granite before roaming around to find the ingredients. Once I was done, I sat down on the large windowsill in the living room that gave a stunning view of Las Vegas in the distance.

I never missed a day when it came to writing in my journal. It was mostly filled with pointless doodles of people, places and things I've come across. It was what showed the creative side of me, the side that was hidden deep beneath my logical intelligent side.

I started writing in it when I was about fifteen, my father gifted it to me on my birthday, telling me that this was were I could record all of my thoughts and feelings and I quote 'random shit when you're bored'. All sorts of things filled it up, every page had a title for the topic I was going to write or draw. If it was a regular diary entry, I would start with Dear Mom, that was when I was younger. But now after my father's death I started with Dear Dad.

For drawings, I didn't really label the page; I just drew. There would be drawings and paintings in the diary entries, there would be some matching random quotes I would've thought up. I even wrote a couple of song lyrics, accompanied with the usual drawing relating to them. There were pages where I had stuck in small items, like concert tickets, movie tickets, polaroids, and all sorts of things to remind me of events I had accounted into my journal. My journal was something that was very dear to me, and I hoped to treasure it until the day I pass away.

"Scar," A raspy voice asked for my attention, my head snapping towards the direction of it.

My gaze focused on Harry, studying the outfit he had on and how he looked effortlessly attractive. a white t-shirt adorned his firm torso ,  accompanied with dark blue jeans, a baggy red flannel and a printed bandanna tying his luscious curls back.

My gaze averted to the floor, noticing the nut-brown Chelsea boots that covered his feet as he approached me. He sat in front of me, moving my mug to the side before gently grasping my ankles to lift my legs up and place them on his lap. Forest green eyes searched for mine, staring at me curiously before averting them to my journal on my lap.

"Whoa," he breathed, his gaze studying the double-paged drawing I had turned to unintentionally.

I finally looked down to study it myself, the sight of it stealing my breath. It was a ballpoint drawing of my father and I, smiling happily as we looked straight ahead. The details were drawn to perfection. My eyes flickered up to Harry, watching him take the book into his hands, only after gazing at me for permission.

"Scar, this is amazing," he breathed, tracing my face on the page with his thumb. "I didn't know you could draw."

"It's more of a hidden talent I guess," I smiled softly, feeling my heartache at the sight of my father's happy smile.

"Well you'll have to show me more of your 'hidden talent' later," he grinned at me, closing the journal gently and setting it down on the side.

He gestured for me to sit on his lap, and I did, my legs dangling over the side as he loosely wrapped his arms around my torso. Nose bushing mine he leaned close with an adorable smile plastered on his face, my arms draped over his shoulders as I gently brushed my lips against his.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" he asked me for the hundredth time with a pout.

"I'm hundred percent sure," I told him with an over-ecstatic grin.

"It's going to be boring here without me," he warned me, making a short chuckle leave my lips at his words.

"I think I'll survive."

"Fine then," he grumbled, the corners of his lips turning downwards. "Can I get a kiss before I go?"

A soft giggle flew out of my mouth at his words, his lips immediately pressing against mine gently. My fingers twirled the baby curls at the back of his neck playfully, tugging on them when I felt his tongue tease my lower lip. My lips voluntarily parted, allowing his tongue to slide in, meeting my own tongue. Our lips separated with a soft 'pop', a grin growing on his lips as soon as his gaze focused on mine.

"Don't have too much fun without me," I gave him a stern look, making him roll his eyes at me, chuckling under his breath.

"Shouldn't I be telling you that?" he smirked at me, my cheeks blushing when I realized he was indirectly reminding me about that time I touched myself while he was gone.

"Oh shut up," I muttered with crimson cheeks, getting off his lap and heading towards the front door.

"Maybe I should buy you a vibrator or something. Oh! I remember going into Ann Summers once and seeing this rose gold vibrator! Oh fuck, I can just imagine you using–"

"Harry no! God, you need a filter," I cringed at his words, immediately clamping a hand onto his mouth to shut him up.

He winked cheekily at me, before I felt something wet poke the palm of my hand that was on his face.

"Gross! You're such a child," I groaned, wiping my palm onto his shirt, causing him to yelp in surprise and annoyance.

"I'm the child? Says the one wiping their dirty hands on other people's clothes," he retorted.

"Wait a second! Why on earth did you go to Ann Summers?" I questioned in amusement, suddenly recalling what he said about vibrators a minute ago.

"I-I was just doing a dare or something," he shrugged, his cheeks bright and eyes wide.

"Mhmm yeah sure," I smirked, making him scowl deeply at me.

"Oh shut up 'Ms. I-can't-keep-my-hands-to-myself-because-I'm-so-horny," he taunted, making my jaw drop.

"This again? Mr. "I-giggled-so-hard-I-farted!"

"Why do you keep bringing that up?" he whined loudly, his reaction making me laugh hard. "It was one time!"

"Why do you keep bringing my...awkward situation up?"

"I don't know, maybe because I find it so hot that you touch yourself while thinking about me," he smirked sultrily, his tone lowering as he stared at me with lustful eyes. I huffed in annoyance, trying not to be affected by his hot words as headed over to the kitchen, with him following me.

"Okay we are not doing this right now," I spoke, pushing my hands against his chest as he trapped me between the kitchen island and his body.

"Doing what baby?" he teased, his lips ducking down to press hot wet kisses to the skin of my neck.

I whimpered lightly when he nipped at the skin beneath my ear lobe, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it before rolling his tongue against the sore skin, causing a hickey to formulate there.

"This," I weakly responded, my hand sliding into his hair as he grasped my bum in his large hands.

"Now I don't even want to go anymore," he murmured into my ear, squeezing my bum roughly before giving it a sharp slap.

"Okay no, I'm not doing this," I squealed, pushing his chest firmly to get him to move back. He reluctantly moved, allowing me to lead him to the door. "C'mon Harry," I encouraged him.

"I'm coming I'm coming!" he grumbled, approaching me before he grasped my face firmly tugging me in for a short kiss. "Be a good girl for me and don't touch yourself," he rasped into my ear, groping my bum before he pulled back with a sexy smirk and walked out of the apartment.

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An audible groan left my lips when I heard continuous banging coming from the living room. My eyes blinked a couple of times before my gaze focused, feeling more awake as seconds passed by. The banging was now accompanied by a frantic voice, which reminded me of the time Dexter was banging on my door about Harry.

I glanced at the other side of the bed, noticing how vacant it was. Harry still hadn't returned from the party and it was already two in the morning. Pushing myself off the bed, I groggily trudged out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the front door.

"Blake?" I frowned in confusion once I had opened the door and came face to face with the familiar blue-eyed man.

"Scarlett, you gotta come quick. Harry's gone insane," he spoke hurriedly, his hand jutting out to grab my wrist before his eyes took a quick glance at my outfit. "Oh umm," he stuttered, his arm quickly retracting when he realized I was standing in just my underwear and a long-sleeved top.

Heat rose to my cheeks when I realized this too, my eyes darting to his to give him a brief look before I disappeared back into the apartment in search of a pair of tights to wear. Once I was dressed decently, we ran down the hallways of the floor to the elevator.

"What happened?" I questioned Blake as soon as we entered the warehouse.

"Harry drank tonight, for the first time in years," Blake told me in a tone indicating that it was a big deal.

"Was he an addict or something?"

"No," Blake shook his head. "Harry never drank because the last time he did drink, he ended up nearly killing a guy for insulting Russell," Blake informed me, his words making my blood run cold.

"What?" I gasped.

"It's true! Now, Seth said something to Harry, which I think was about you and Harry has literally gone berserk."

"We need to call Vlad and Max!" I exclaimed as we neared the club.

"Can't do that, Harry will be in heaps of trouble if they found out," Blake shook his head, leading me inside.

The sounds of cheering and jeering filled my ears as I stepped into the stuffy humid club. There was a large crowd that had formed around the dance floor, I assumed Harry was fighting Seth in the middle. My hands moved in front of me, trying to shove people away as I tried to get to the middle of the crowd. Once I did, my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me.

Harry was literally pummeling Seth, his fists moving incredibly fast while delivering powerful punches to Seth's face. My eyes lifted up to find someone else I knew, immediately locking gazes with Damien. 'Do something' I mouthed at him, only to get a look of pure fear back. My heart was in my stomach; I was too tongue-tied to actually say anything. The way Harry was beating Seth up was honestly scary.

I caught a glimpse of Harry's eyes when he stood up, the sight of them making me go pale. They were dark, cold and filled with murderous intentions. I didn't know what it was that Seth said to Harry but it had honestly made him snap. Blake told me Harry had alcohol before Seth told him whatever it was that made him mad. The alcohol must've really made him lose complete control.

"Harry!" I yelled over the loud shouts, wondering why the fuck were these people cheering him on. If Harry carried on like this, he would end up murdering Seth.

His fists closed around the material of Seth's white t-shirt, clenching it as he lifted Seth up with all his might and slamming him against a wall. His tightened fist ploughed itself into Seth's abdomen, causing him to double over before Harry pushed him back up with gritted teeth. I never even realized it but tears were streaming down my cheeks as I watched in horror, the man I thought to be sweet and affectionate, turn into a ferocious killing machine.

Determined I wasn't going to let this continue, I forced myself I approach the two fighters. My heart now in my throat as I latched myself onto his bicep, yelling into his ear to stop. I thought maybe if he knew it was me he'd stop. But I was definitely proven wrong when he growled savagely. He spun around quicker than I expected, his fist making contact with my cheek. I couldn't process any thoughts at all as my head whipped to the side, stumbling back before tripping over my own feet and collapsing to the floor.

Realization hit me like a truck when I tasted blood in my mouth, my hand moving up to touch my burning cheek as I felt tears prick my eyes. Harry had punched me. He had punched me without even knowing whom he was hitting, and that was evident when all his anger had vaporized and a look of pure horror had appeared on his face.

"Scarlett," he breathed in shock.

His alert green eyes were burning into mine as he stared at me with parted lips, absolutely shocked that I was the person he had just punched in the face. He took a step forwards, resulting in me crawling backwards as if on instinct. At that moment, all I felt was fear, even though I knew deep down he would never intentionally hurt me. But all I wanted to do right now was leave.

"Baby," he whispered, his jade irises glistening with what looked like tears.

The way his voice cracked made me burst into tears, mainly due to the pain but also because of what I had just seen and experienced. I struggled to get to my feet, the pain of the punch giving me a throbbing headache as I pushed myself off the floor. Staggering, I almost fell back down if it weren't for a pair of arms holding me up.

"Stay the fuck away from her." A familiar voice growled. Spencer.

"No Spencer, please," Harry begged, his face holding a pained expression as he watched me press my face into the crook of Spencer's neck.

"She can't even look at you Harry," Spencer spat in absolute anger. "Don't you dare come near her again!" And with that, I passed out into Spencer's arms.

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I stirred awake to the sound of a raspy voice, the one that I loved oh so much. Harry.

"Is she okay? I need to fucking see her Spencer." His voice was urgent, as if he was itching to just shove Spencer aside.

"She's fine, and fuck off Harry."

"Jesus Christ, why do you have to be such a prick?" Harry snapped all of a sudden, pure anger and irritation lacing his tone. "I fucking lost control okay, I didn't know it was her trying to stop me! I thought it was fucking Blake again. I would never hurt Scarlett-"

"But you did."

"Unintentionally," he sighed harshly. "Please Spencer, you have no idea how much I care about her, I just need to see her." Harry was practically begging Spencer now, desperation leaking from his tone.

After a few seconds, I heard footsteps echoing through the halls and a door closing. The bed dipped next to me, rough fingertips tracing my injured cheek before slipping into my hair, pushing the strands away to reveal more of the bruised skin. When he accidentally put light pressure on the mark, a soft groan rumbled in my chest.

"Fuck," Harry cursed quietly, his hand retracting from my face, my body inwardly whining at the loss of contact. "Scar," he whispered.

"I'm so fucking sorry. Words cannot describe the amount of regret I'm feeling right now," he started slowly, his voice full of raw emotion as I heard tiny sniffles.

"It killed me when you moved away from me when I tried to reach out for you. The look on your face...i-it broke my heart; oh fuck I'm crying now-" His voice broke, his fingers curling around my own as he tugged my hand onto his lap.

My eyes cracked open, peering at this beautiful boy who was crying his eyes out for hurting me.

"Harry," I whispered.

His head shot up from his hands, his teary eyes widening a little before a tiny sob escaped his lips. It pained me to see him crying like this, especially for something like this. It was almost odd, I didn't think this would affect him that much, but it certainly did.

"I'm so sorry Scar," he sobbed, a bandaged hand moving up to wipe his briny tears.

My hand left his to push myself up from the bed, climbing off it before moving to stand between Harry's thighs. Knees bending slightly, my palms caressed the skin of his cheeks as I cradled his face gently, trying to connect our gazes. My thumbs rolled over his cheeks, wiping the tears away as I felt his large palms smoothening up my thighs. He grasped one firmly, adding pressure to encourage me to straddle his lap; and I did.

"Harry," I sighed quietly, when he wound his arms tightly around my midriff, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

With an arm wrapped around his shoulders, I ran my other hand through his hair, trying to calm him with easing my fingers through his chocolate curls; an action he loved. We held each other like that for a minute or so, just wrapped up in each other's warmth, Harry too afraid to let go as if he thought I would leave him if he did.

"I'm not afraid of you," I spoke up quietly, breaking the silence that had settled upon us. He lifted his head from where he had buried it near my neck, peering up at me with curious eyes.

"You're not?" he barely whispered. I shook my head with a soft smile, triggering his smile, one full of relief.

"But back then you looked scared when I tried to reach out for you," he frowned.

"Okay yeah, at that moment I was a little scared. You were different for some reason, not like how you normally are when you fight people," I told him, making him sigh and nod a little.

"Yeah, that's what happens when I drink. I turn into someone I loathe, someone that everyone fears," he spoke in a low tone, as if he was ashamed of the person he became whenever he had alcohol.

"Everyone has their demons."

"That's cliché as fuck," he chuckled dryly, the sight of his smile making my heart thump faster in my chest.

"But it's also true as fuck," I retorted with a grin.

"You don't have any demons. You're like an angel, my angel," he murmured softly, his lips puckering against the corner of my mouth. I didn't know why Harry thought so high of me, but if that was the reason why he wanted to be a better person then so be it.

"And you're my cute little grumpy frog."

"You just had to ruin it," he laughed deeply, shaking his head, causing some of his tousled curls to fall over his eyes.

"You're like Hypnotoad, with your pretty green hypnotizing eyes."

"Are you fucking kidding me? I call you an angel you call me a freaking toad," he exclaimed with a deep frown on his face.

"Don't frown Hypno, lemme see your cute little dimples," I cooed, poking his cheek where his dimples would normally appear.

"Don't call me that!"

"Hypno."

"You're not so much of an angel now."

"Hypno."

"Scar," he whined, before cutting my upcoming words with a forceful kiss.

This kiss was completely different from every other one I've had with Harry. Every single emotion he was feeling was poured into it; it was almost over-whelming. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell into a daze, due to the warmth and softness of Harry's lips. His tongue touched mine, nose bumping my own as his fingers dug into my sides lightly. Soft curls were tangled with my nimble fingers, tugging every now and then whenever he shifted beneath me, our crotches brushing. When we pulled back for a breath of air, he gazed at me with a lazy smile and a certain emotion swirling in the pure jade color of his eyes. Then and there I just wanted to say it, to confess my love to him; but I held back. I was too anxious that he wasn't going to say it back to me, and honestly I just wasn't ready for that type of rejection.

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-sucky chapter but whateves, you guys are gonna love the next chapter. probably my favorite one I have written so far. it's beautiful.

are these random pics annoying? lol i find them quite useful hehe

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That is all my loves, have a lovely night/day 💕

Until we meet again...

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