Tru's P.O.V.

“Oi, mate I think you need to pack it in, and go the fuck home.” Harry says, standing between me and a very belligerent and drunk man. Harry has his fists clenched as the muscles in his jaw tense and relax.

“Are you bloody mad? Where the fuck do you get off talking to her like that?” He growled through clenched teeth.

“I’ll tell you where I get off. This fucking cunt got me demoted, transferred, and court martialed. Over a simple misunderstanding and accident.”

Misunderstanding? Does he really think that his actions were a simple misunderstanding? Scoffing at the insanity of his statement, I notice Harry is putting puzzle pieces together quickly.

“You’re responsible for the friendly fire, aren’t you? What the fuck are you thinking, talking to Tru like that?” Harry yells, his loud, deep voice booming like thunder.

The next few seconds seem to last an eternity as I watch Harry’s fist connect with Clint’s jaw. Clint stumbles back, but stays on his feet. It’s like the fact that Clint is still standing pushes Harry to a point of no return. Harry lands another blow to Clint’s face, successfully knocking the career Marine out.

Harry stands towering over the unconscious Clint, his body shaking with rage as he lets out a harsh breath that sounds closer to a growl. Turning his eyes to me as a taxi pulls up to the curb. A very drunk group of people exit the taxi blissfully ignorant to what just happened join us.

Harry remains silent, eyes shooting daggers in my direction, as Niall notices Clint start to rouse. Silence quickly spreads, as the tension has now become palpable. After numerous questioning looks Zayn finally breaks the silence.

“What the fuck happened here?” He asks, as Niall helps a barely coherent Clint into a taxi. Harry’s chest raises and falls violently with each breath he takes.

Carefully walking over to Harry I place my hand on his arm. He doesn’t shake me off, but if looks could kill I’d be dead and buried where I stand.

“Clint must have missed the lesson that teaches men to respect women.” Harry shakes his head frowning at me before storming into the brownstone.

FUCK! I really didn’t want to have this conversation with Harry, yet.

The annoying drunks pile into my living room as I search for Harry. Checking our bedroom, en suite bathroom, the basement, guest rooms, and a few other places. Harry seems to have vanished into thin air. Inhaling deeply I check the only other place I can think he’d be.

Stepping out the back door, I spy Harry sitting on the wooden swing aimlessly stroking Thor’s head. He looks lost staring in the direction of the roses. Watching silently I carefully sit next to him. He seems to ignore my presence. Wondering if he has finally realized that I am more trouble than I’ll ever be worth, my throat seems to tighten and I can feel my pulse on my tongue.

Finally, Harry acknowledges my presence, although he is very cold. Staring off at the roses and still scratching behind Thor’s ear he begins to speak softly.

“It was Clint’s bullet that wounded you.” He states deadpanned. I simply nod, although I know that he was stating not asking.

“I want you tell me what happened, and I mean everything Tru.” He orders, voice completely cold. I debate on how much I should tell him. Like he’s hearing my thoughts he speaks up again.
“Tru, I mean it! Tell me everything, unless it’s classified, you need to spill.” His voice is eerily calm, but his eyes are flashing in anger and something else I can’t grasp.

Swallowing roughly I begin to explain what occurred while I was overseas.

“Everything was fine the first couple of days, but then Clint started constantly arguing with Rodriquez.” I explain. Harry nods his head for me to continue.

“Rodriquez is the one that answered one your Skype calls.” I say remembering Jacob had talked to Harry for a good 15 minutes before telling me I had a video chat. Jacob had actually teased me about dating Harry later, saying that ‘you finally become unavailable, and it’s someone from across the pond that snatches you up.’

Again Harry nods, silently telling me he’s following. “Few days prior to our last Skype call, all hell breaks loose. We’re preparing to leave our location and carry out our orders, and the sound of crashing equipment brings me running to one of the tents. Clint had knocked over all of our communications equipment and was screaming in Rodriquez’s face.” Harry had scooted closer to me, taking my hand in his giving me a firm squeeze.

“I’m not sure what all had happened, but Rodriquez was teasing Clint, and Clint went nuts. Before I can attempt to talk Clint down, he attempts to strike Jacob with the butt of his assault rifle. The gun was loaded and the idiot had his finger on the trigger. As he swung the gun back he squeezed the trigger. Effectively firing the weapon, causes the bullet to graze me.” I softly.

Harry looks thoughtful as he digests everything I just told him. After several quiet moments he turns his emerald gaze to me, searching my eyes wildly. Trancelike I watch him run his large hand through his brown curls tugging softly in frustration. His eyes never leaving mine, his next words sends my nerves on red alert.

“Tru that explains two of the reasons you’re home early, what’s the 3rd? Is there anything else you need to tell me?” His voice holds some feeling this time.

Holding an internal argument with myself, I consider not telling him about the creepy stalker. This would be the second instance of him sending me texts. The first time was when Nick thought I was cheating on him, ironic huh.

“Harry, there is more, but I would prefer to tell you about it when there isn’t a house full of drunk people here.” I say softly.

He simply nods, clearing his throat. “Tru, I’m pissed that you didn’t tell me this earlier. I can’t even express how bloody fucking livid I am about this situation. I know what you do is dangerous, and I would never make you choose between me and being a Marine, but you have to trust me and let me in. I’m not going to become some chauvinistic Neanderthal every time you come home or give you ultimatums, but I care about you a lot and I need to know if you get hurt. I know you’re used to doing everything alone, but you don’t have too anymore. Please love, let me in.” He tells me, his voice full of sincerity. I don’t know how to react to this. I was prepared for him saying this isn’t what he signed up for, but I’m floored by what he says instead.

“So you’re not running for the hills? I assumed you’d tell me my life was too complicated.”

Harry again gives me a look that would kill. Cupping my cheek he seems to struggle to keep his voice soft.

“Why do you always think I am going to leave you? I’m not going anywhere, and I wish you’d quit jumping to that conclusion.” He scolds.

Shaking my head at this man in front of me. It’s like he’s too good to be true, I can’t help but wait for something to go wrong. “I just assumed that.” Harry cuts me off with a click of his tongue before smirking at me. “Well you know what they say when you assume something, you make an ass out of yourself.” Smiling with dimples on full display he kisses my cheek then, standing to his feet and dragging me with him back toward the house.

However when he goes to open the door our ears are assaulted by the sound of rambunctious drunks singing and trying to dance. Shaking his head he leads me into our room, quickly changing into some joggers and a tank top.

He unzips my dress for me, as I excuse myself to the bathroom. Slipping my dress off, I gently remove the bandage from my ribs, smearing more antibiotic ointment over my stitches, and finally securing a fresh bandage over my wound.

The sound of a low whistle startles me, Harry gently peels back the bandage to look at my wound. His eyes cloud over as he replaces the bandage. Kneeling down some he places soft kisses over the bandage, leaving a trail from my ribs to my hips. Murmuring ‘Baby, I’m sorry’ between each kiss.

As his plump lips reach the waistband of my thong his tongue darts out, while his fingers begin to slowly pull down my panties. Grazing his fingers over my thighs as he continues to remove my thong.

Completely on his knees, Harry grabs my leg placing it over his shoulder. His soft lips kiss and nip from my knee to my inner thigh, until his gorgeous mouth is directly in front of my sex. My arousal is on overload as he lightly blows, causing me to whimper and moan.

“Are you two coming?” Louis yells through the bedroom door, followed by several hard knocks. Growling in annoyance Harry stands to his feet, “You would’ve came very soon, if he hadn’t interrupted, again.” He whispers in my ear, leaving a wet kiss behind my ear, and smacking my ass.

“We’ll be there in a minute, Lou.” He yells annoyed. Walking back into the bedroom, he grabs me some clothes and hands them to me.

“Get dressed, Cailín Álainn. He’ll be back soon.” I dress as quickly as I can, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. As I pull the shorts over my legs, Harry yanks up my tank top, reading it.



“What is a ‘Devil Dog’?” He asks with a look of confusion on his face. Laughing at his question I answer as simply as I can.

“It’s a nickname for Marines. In WWI the Marines fought with such ferocity that they were likened to ‘Dogs from Hell’, hence the name ‘Devil Dogs’. I explain.

Harry hands me back my tank top, as the bedroom door flies open. Struggling to get the top on before I accidentally flash the rude intruder, no such luck though.

“Shit, Sorry!” Louis yells slamming the door shut.

“Fucks sake, Louie you fucking idiot!” Harry yells, as I laugh…

Notes

1st thing, I am also posting Devil Dogs on watt pad (username: sweetbabboo16), Just wanted to let you know that is me. Also I got a new laptop, so hopefully my updates will be more frequent. I had someone message me about the title of this story, so I figured I'd explain if anyone else is confused.

So we know where the friendly fire was from. What do you think it was that set Clint off. Also, what do you guys think about the creepy stalker? Load me up on comments. Much Love!

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