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I saw you standing there and I knew
I'm done for, it's over, I'm through
Playing games from the start
Sinking your nails in my heart


You bring out the worst in me
You bring out the worst in me

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Tate

   The plane landed and we got off and piled into two separate cars at the airport. Niall, Will, and Abel were in one, and of course, Harry and I were in the other. I don't think any of the boys wanted to even take a chance at pissing Harry off after what happened on the plane. 

      We pulled out of the airport and began the drive to the safehouse.

  "I'm sorry about Will," Harry suddenly spoke, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

   "What is his problem?" I asked.

 Harry let out a sigh. "Well, obviously I was wrong when I said that no one but Whit noticed that I cared about you, and I don't think Whit is too happy that my interest in you is turning me into a somewhat nice guy," he admitted, and when he said that he cared about me, I blushed.

   It was quiet for a minute before Harry spoke again. "You do realize we can't do this, right?"

  I furrowed my eyebrows, turning to face him. 

   "Do what?"

  He scoffed. "Really, Tate? Do you think that we can get through this without talking to each other? Without touching each other?"

   I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Oh, don't flatter yourself Styles, I'm not exactly fawning over you, am I?"

   "Tate cut the bullshit. I know you feel what I feel too," he snapped.

   "I don't know what you're talking about, Harry. I feel nothing for you," I lied.

"Really?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Then how do you explain the way that every time I touch you, you get goosebumps? Or how whenever I compliment you, your cheeks turn a bright red? Or the way that whenever things are going wrong, it's my arms that you want to be in?" He challenged. 

       "That doesn't mean anything, Harry. I am going through a lot right now, and I just needed some sort of human contact," I lied again, turning to face my head towards the window, so he wouldn't see right through me.

    "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, princess," he murmured, and I couldn't help but smile at the nickname.

   I shook the thoughts out of my brain and turned back to face him.

   "It's like Will said, it doesn't matter what we feel about each other, which by the way, I feel nothing about you. But it doesn't matter because I'll be dead soon anyway," I explained as if it were the most casual thing in the world. 

    "Stop fucking saying that!" He shouted, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel and causing me to jump a bit in my seat.

    He sighed. "Stop saying that," he repeated, this time much softer. 

  I nodded my head. "Okay, I'll stop saying it," I replied, even though I knew that me not saying it did nothing to hide that it was true. 

      "I'm not going to let anything happen to you," He spoke, although it seemed as though he was saying it to himself more than me. 

    "Harry, you do realize if you keep showing that you care about me, Will is eventually going to run his mouth to Whit, and tell him that you aren't focused on your mission," I spoke hesitantly.

   "Will won't say a fucking thing, and if he does...I'll...I'll-"

    "You'll what?" I snapped. "You guys are like brothers! Do you really think that if it came down to it you could hurt him? No, you couldn't. This is just some weird phase you're in with me right now, it doesn't mean anything!" The lies slipped off my tongue and left a sour taste. 

   "Oh really? Then why were you staring at my lips on the plane?" He smirked, and my face felt hot.

    "You uh...you had something on your mouth," I shrugged.

Smooth, Tate. Real smooth.

   "Yeah, okay," he laughed.

   "I'm serious!" I cried, only making Harry laugh more.

    "Are you sure it didn't have something to do with you wanting to kiss me as much as I've been wanting to kiss you?" He suddenly asked, and I audibly gasped.

 "What the fuck, Harry!"

     "Tate, you and I both know that kiss we had wasn't just because of the alcohol, and I know you enjoyed it as much as I did," He remarked.

   "Can we stop talking about this?" I begged, the awkward tension in the car becoming too much for me to handle.

   "Tate, you do realize that before you showed up, Will and I had never had a fight, right?" 

   I put my hands up in mock defense. "Oh, I'm so sorry I ruined your relationship with your fellow psychopathic friend!"

  "I'm serious! Yeah, we have had the occasional minor disagreement, but I've never laid a hand on him before today. I've never cared about unnecessary casualties, before I met you, I would have killed anyone who got in the way of my work," he continued.

   "Is that supposed to comfort me?" I asked, chuckling in disbelief.

  "No, maybe..I don't know. All I'm saying is, you can tell yourself that I don't care about you all that you want, but you know it's a lie. And you know that you're lying to yourself when you say that you don't care about me either," he finished, a smug grin on his face.

   "Harry, I trust you. I know that you would never hurt me, and I appreciate that. But trusting someone, and having feelings for someone, are two very different things," I explained. 

  "Whatever helps you sleep at night, just like having my arms around you helps you sleep better. I know you were tossing and turning all night last night," he shot back. 

   "Cause I couldn't get comfortable," I lied, not wanting to admit that I had grown fond of being held by him at night, and how even though he was still right next to me, nothing felt quite as safe as having his arms around me. 

    "Yeah, okay. Well, lucky for you, this conversation is over, we're here," he spoke, and I looked up to see a medium-sized house, tucked away on a hill.

  "Thank goodness," I mumbled.

      We pulled up the long driveway, the other car following close behind. I had to say, I was glad that this conversation was over, but I wasn't looking forward to sharing a house with Will for the next few days. 

    The house was beautiful, and so was the landscaping. Lush green grass spread out as far as the eye could see. Little white flowers were sprinkled across the front yard. 

    I could see why my Aunt wanted to move here, I would have wanted to as well. It was stunning and so peaceful and comforting. The air smelled fresh here, unlike the typical smog that set over the busy city of London. I wished that I was here under different circumstances. 

      We parked the cars and got out, Will making a point to brush roughly past me. Harry noticed and clenched his fists, beginning to go after him, but I grabbed his arm and stopped him. 

    He looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows. 

   "Just let it go," I demanded, not wanting to cause any further drama.

    He relaxed his muscles and sighed, and I couldn't stop myself from looking him up and down, blushing a little as I noticed how defined his arms looked right now, or how pink his lips were. 

    He noticed and smirked a little, leaning in close to my ear.

     "I told you that you couldn't resist me," he teased, the warmth of his breath giving me chills.

  I scoffed and now it was my turn to brush past him. 

     It was easier to ignore the tension between Harry and before he actually spoke it into existence. At least before, I could pretend it was all in my head, but it was clear now that it was obvious to both of us. 

     Harry chuckled as he trailed behind me, Abel and Niall still getting some things out of the car, while Harry and I walked into the house. 

     Much like the other safe house, it was mildly decorated, which was understandable as I'm sure they weren't used that often.

     I stepped aside and allowed Harry to go up first on the wooden staircase, following him until he stopped in front of a bedroom.

      "Do you want me to sleep in here with you? Or are you still sticking with your story that you feel nothing for me?" he smirked, only amplifying my defiance.

    "I'll sleep by myself, thank you very much!" I retorted, grabbing my bag from him and marching into the room, plopping down onto the bed and crossing my arms.

   Harry watched me from the doorway, an amused smirk playing on his lips. 

 "Fine, have it your way. If you need me, I'll be right down the hall," he replied, pointing to the bedroom directly across from mine, before turning around and going in there, shutting the door behind him.

   "Unbelievable," I muttered.

    Abel suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Can I come in?" he asked, and I nodded.

   He came over and sat next to me on the bed. "I'm sorry about Will, he's a real ass," he sighed.

 "But let me guess, he gets better once you get to know him?" I quipped.

  Abel paused and thought about it for a minute. "Nope, he's pretty much an ass all of the time," he replied, and we both burst into laughter.

   "It's okay, I get that he's pissed he can't kill whoever he wants. Although I have a feeling he wouldn't be opposed to killing my aunt and uncle and making it look like an accident," I admitted, and Abel reached out and grabbed my hand.

   "You know that Niall, Harry, and I would never let that happen," he spoke softly. 

  I smiled at him. "I know. But sometimes things in life just happen, no matter how bad you wish they wouldn't."

  He sighed, reaching up to adjust his glasses. 

   "Okay, new subject. What's the plan for today?" I asked, and Abel perked up.

 "Well, Niall was going to go and scout out your uncle's place, just to check the different ways of entering, the most visible point, all that stuff.  And then he was going to try and see what times they tend to not be home. I'm going to go with him and sit in the car, monitoring the street cameras, while also attempting to get some footage of the past week or two, to see if there are any patterns that could help us find the best time frame to do this," he explained, and I nodded.

   "What about..."

   "Will? Don't worry, he's coming with us. He said in the car he needed to be away from Harry for a little bit," he continued, and I let out a sigh of relief.

   "So Harry is staying here?" I asked, and Abel looked amused.

 "I would assume so. I don't think he wants to leave you alone, he worries about you too much," he laughed. 

   I rolled my eyes.

 "What's going on with you two?" He asked, smiling at me.

 "Nothing. Nothing is going on. He's just being Harry," I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Mhmm," Abel hummed as if to say that he didn't believe me.

    I mean fuck, I didn't believe me either. 

 "Okay, well, we are going to run to the grocery store first, is there anything you need?" He asked, pulling out his phone and going to a list that he had already started.

   I thought for a minute. "Um..could you get toast, peanut butter, and honey?"

     Abel gave me a funny look. "Sure, anything else?"

   "Maybe some green tea, and some crackers to snack on," I shrugged, my mind drawing a blank.

 "You got it," I replied, standing up and heading towards the door, before turning back to face me.

    "Good luck with Harry," he laughed.

   "Good luck with Will," I chirped back, a grin on my face.

     "See you later, Tate!"

    I waved at him. "Bye, Abel!"

   Once he was gone, I stood up and went to go and shut the door, looking forward to some time by myself. I walked over to the window to look at the view, smiling as I took in the beautiful scenery.

   I paused suddenly when I saw a man in black sweats and a grey hoodie walking very slowly by the house. He wasn't looking at it, he had his hood on, and he was just walking at a snail-like pace.

     I shook my head.

Stop being fucking paranoid, there are other people than just criminals in the world.

   I sat back down on the bed, crossing my legs in front of me and putting my hands in my lap, looking around the room. 

    There wasn't a TV or anything in here, the walls were a light grey paneled wood, and the bedspread was white. There was a big white rocking chair in the corner and a dark grey chest of drawers against the wall. 

    I sighed, stretching my legs out and laying down against one of the pillows, placing my hands on my chest and stared at the ceiling fan, watching as it whirred round and round.

   I was bored, but I wasn't about to go talk to Harry, and I wasn't going downstairs until the other boys had left. So, I decided to do the only thing I could think of and closed my eyes to take a nap.

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   I was clearly very tired from my restless night of sleep, as I managed to nap until dinnertime. Abel made chicken and rice, along with some broccoli. It was quite good, and I scraped my plate clean, keeping my eyes focused on my plate in order to avoid Will's glares at me throughout the night, or Harry's fierce stares, trying to catch my attention.

    Once I was finished, I put my dishes away, thanked Abel, and excused myself. I headed back upstairs and checked the clock on the wall. It was already nine, the boys had gotten back a lot later than they thought they would, apparently because Niall tried to buy the entire grocery store. According to Abel, he was very adamant that he needed five different types of chips, along with the numerous other snacks he purchased.

   Abel had bought me some books at the store, and I thanked him multiple times, grateful that I'd now have something to do other than sleeping or staring at the ceiling.

     I went over to my duffel bag that I had placed on top of the dresser, unzipping it and getting out my toiletry bag, along with some underwear, shorts, and a t-shirt. 

    Then I walked into the bathroom, flipping on the light switch and locking the door behind me. I turned on the shower and stripped off my clothes, grabbing my shower stuff and my razor out of my bag and brought it in with me, setting it onto the small shelf inside. 

    I took an extremely long shower, as I had nothing better to do with my time. I thoroughly washed my hair and my body, and then cleansed my face, pausing as my hand touched my neck. I wondered if the marks had worn off any more.

     I turned off the shower and wrapped one towel around my body, and the other around my hair, walking over to the mirror and wiping away the steam, leaning in closer to examine my neck. I smiled gratefully as I noticed the marks were nearly gone, and you wouldn't notice them unless you were looking for them. 

     I grabbed my moisturizer out of my bag, smoothing it gently across my skin, before spritzing some of my perfume onto my skin. I slipped on my clean clothes, and took the towel off of my head, running my fingers through my waves. 

     Once I was done, I turned off the bathroom light and walked back into the bedroom, peering up at the clock again. It was now ten o'clock.

   "Damn," I whispered, impressed at how long I had managed to take. 

 I hopped onto the bed, grabbing one of the books Abel had gotten me, and began to flick through the pages, getting lost in the book for a while. 

  I read until my eyes began to feel droopy, and I peeked up at the clock again. It was twelve-thirty in the morning, and I was over halfway done with the book. I let out a yawn and stretched my arms, setting the book down before standing up. 

      I was quite thirsty, and I decided to take my risks of running into someone downstairs in order to get a glass of water. 

  I exited my room and slowly crept down the stairs, wincing every time one of the stairs creaked under my weight. I then tiptoed into the kitchen, peering around the corner before entering to check and see if anyone was in there.

   I smiled in relief to find that it was empty, making my way over to one of the cabinets and pulling out a glass, using the water dispenser on the fridge to fill it up.

   I strolled out of the kitchen, water in hand, and began to make my way up the stairs again. I got to the top of the staircase and turned to walked into my room, but was startled by a dark figure standing in the hallway.

   I let out a squeak when I saw them, clutching my hand to my chest and spilling some of the water onto the floor.

  "Damnit, Harry, could you be a little less creepy please?" I hissed, and I heard him let out a laugh.

   "Sorry," He mumbled, stepping closer to me, the faint light coming from my room illuminating his face. "I thought you might be trying to make a run for it again," he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest and peering down at me. 

     "Not yet," I replied sarcastically, wanting the conversation to be over with.

  I turned to walk away from him and went into my room, hearing his footsteps following close behind me. I set my glass of water on top of the dresser, turning around to see Harry leaning against the doorframe, looking me up and down quickly.

    "Are you done being a perv? If so could you leave? I'd like to get some sleep," I snapped.

  He smirked at my tone. "Really? That six-hour nap wasn't enough for you?"

   I opened my mouth to reply, but he continued.

    "Oh, that's right! You didn't sleep well last night, because I wasn't holding you," he teased, and I balled my fists up in frustration, wondering what had crawled up his ass and made him so irritating today. 

    "Were you sleeping with the light on because you're scared?" He taunted.

 I silently marched up to the switch on the wall, flicking it off.

   "No. I was reading. Now I am going to bed, so... goodnight, Harry," I retorted, reaching forward to grab his arm and push him out, trying to ignore the way his muscles felt beneath my hand.

    The only light in the room was from the moon, and it made his facial features look even more chiseled than they did in the daylight, although I'd never tell him that. 

   "You sure you don't want me to sleep with you, princess?" He smirked, stepping closer to me, staring down at my small frame. 

    "Yes," I replied through gritted teeth staring at his chest to avoid eye contact with him. Harry took another step towards me and tilted my chin up to face him, a sly grin on his lips as he leaned in closer.

    "Is that your final answer?" he whispered.

     I furrowed my eyebrows at him, pressing my lips together tightly as we stared each other down. My eyes flicked over his own, seeing the daring glint in them, before scanning over his sharp cheekbones, and finally, down to his plump lips, curved into a smirk as he pushed me to my limits. 

      The tension in the air was so thick, I was finding it hard to breathe, my chest beginning to rise, and fall heavily as I stood there under Harry's gaze. 

    I wanted so badly to reply with, "Yes, I'm sure," and to push him out of my room and slam the door behind me. But it seemed that I had momentarily lost the ability to speak. I tried to will my arms to reach up and shove him back, but they didn't. I wished that I was able to do anything to end this conversation, to finally get him to shut up, and when I did what I did next, I guess I kind of did. 

     It was like my subconscious took over, and suddenly my hands were on Harry's face, pulling him down closer to me. His eyes widened in surprise at my actions, and I was just as shocked as he was.

   "Tate-"

    "Harry, will you just shut up?"

   He opened up his mouth to speak again, but I wouldn't let him, as the next thing I knew, my lips were pressed firmly against his.

    The touch sent sparks flying through my entire body as our lips melted into one another. Harry was stunned at first but quickly recovered, beginning to move his lips with mine. With one hand, he reached behind him and pushed the door closed, and I heard the faint click of the lock being turned. 

    I took this opportunity to shove him back against the wall, deepening the kiss as I got on my tiptoes, trying to bring him as close to me as possible.

   There was no alcohol to blame this time, no lack of control. This was one hundred and ten percent our doing...my doing.

     I lightly bit Harry's lip, and he let out a groan into my mouth, and the sound of it was so melodic, I wanted to play it over and over again. I pushed him back harder against the door, lightly dragging my tongue across his bottom lip. This action seemed to send him over the edge, as he swiftly flipped us around so that now  I was the one pushed against the door.  

     I don't think it was until this moment that I realized how badly I had wanted this to happen again, and now that I had, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to stop.

     He grabbed my hands from his face and pinned them above my head, leaning down to my neck and pressing kisses all down the side of it. I moaned softly at the touch, any sliver of contact between us making my body feel like it was on fire. 

    He let go of my wrists and moved his hands down behind my knees, and I jumped up, his strong arms catching me with ease as he tightly gripped the backs of my thighs, walking us toward the bed.

      He put me down gently and crawled onto the bed, hovering over me. Both of us were panting heavily as we stared at each other.

   A small smirk played on Harry's face before he finally spoke.

    "I knew you wanted me." 

   I rolled my eyes and grabbed his face, pulling him down to connect our lips again. He placed one hand behind my head, lifting my neck up to bring us closer, and the other hands began to lightly trail down by my side, playing with the end of my shirt. I shivered as I felt his warm hand slipping underneath it, his touch leaving a trail of flames behind it. He paused though and pulled away from me.

    "We can stop if you want. If any of this is too much, all you have to do it say it, I promise," He whispered, and my heart leaped at how caring he managed to be, even amidst the lust pumping through his veins. I knew that it was a pretty low standard to have, that a guy would check in and see if you were okay with what was happening, but sadly, there were far more guys who didn't than did. I was thankful that Harry seemed to be one of the good ones. 

    "I'm fine with it, I promise," I whispered back. Harry scanned my face for any sort of doubt before leaning back in and pressing his lips against mine, his hand continuing it's torturously slow journey upwards until it cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it lightly. I gasped when Harry's thumb flicked over my nipple, moaning into his mouth.

    "Fuck, I love that sound coming from your mouth," he mumbled against my lips, grasping my breast slightly harder this time. 

     I broke away from our kiss and turned his head so that I could instead place soft kisses across his jawline, trailing them down his neck.

   He groaned in approval, and I began to feel a bulge lightly pressing against my thigh. I blushed at the realization that I was doing all of this to him.

    His hand moved away from my chest, dragging down until it reached the waistband of my shorts. He pulled away from the kiss again and looked me deep in the eyes.

   "Is this okay? I'm fine stopping whenever I'm serious, Tate. Just say the word and we can stop," He breathed out.

     There was not an ounce of hesitation in my voice when I answered him. "It's okay, I want this," I whispered.

     Harry let out a shaky breath as he moved down towards me again, peppering small kisses across my cheek, while his hand moved underneath my waistband, the cool metal of his rings against my skin giving me chills.

    His fingers played with the elastic of my underwear for a bit, and I whimpered as I desperately just wanted to be touched by him.

    He chuckled into my neck.

   "Patience, princess," he hummed against my skin.

 His fingers slipped into my underwear, and down to my clit. He began to rub small circles there, achingly slow. The contact filling my body with blissful pleasure.

   "Fuck, Harry," I breathed out, lacing my fingers through his hair and tugging slightly.

   He moved his fingers down to my entrance, lightly brushing one against my already wet center, and I felt him smirk in satisfaction against my neck before he slowly began to push his finger in. 

        I gasped as he began to gradually pump his finger back and forth, using his thumb to continue the breathtaking torture on my clit.

    I was sent into a further spiral of pleasure when he began to slip a second finger in, and my tight walls clenched around them both as he began to pick up the pace.  A pressure began to build up in my stomach as he pumped his fingers in and out, hitting all of the right spots while still circling my clit with his thumb. 

    Soft gasps and moans fell from my lips as I reached my high, Harry's fingers relentlessly curling inside of me.

       Suddenly Harry's other hand reached up my shirt, lightly rubbing his thumb over my nipple, only giving me further bliss as his fingers continued to drive me insane. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, and I struggled to get out my words.

   "Harry, I-I'm going to-"

   "I know baby," he whispered, removing his hand from my shirt and propping himself up slightly, before dipping his head down to kiss me. The kiss was needy and quick, and I was losing all sense of control as his lips moved against mine, and his fingers continued to push me closer and closer to the edge. With a few final flicks on my clit and his fingers pumping in and out of me at the perfect pace, I reached my high, clenching around Harry's fingers as he continued to rub my clit and slide his fingers in and out me, allowing me to further enjoy my climax.

   "Harry, fuck, I-" I mumbled out between my soft gasps and moans.

      Once he had left me a complete writhing mess, he slipped his fingers out of me, bringing them up to his lips, and placing them inside his mouth, cleaning them off and smirking at me.

   "You taste as sweet as you look," he grinned, causing me to blush once again, still sheepish even after the intimate moment we just shared.

    I laughed and lightly slapped his chest, having to use all the strength I had left as I attempted to recover from Harry's skillful hands.

    He moved so that he was laying on his side, facing me. 

    "So, are you still sure you want to sleep alone?" He teased, even though he knew the answer. Of course, I wanted him here. I think I would always want him here.

    It didn't matter how many lies I told Harry, or even to myself. Tonight, the truth was revealed, and could never be taken back again. I cared about Harry, I had feelings for Harry.

    And I think it was safe to say, we were fucked. 

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