Women - HS

Chapter Five

Harry's POV

"Boss, we need to talk." Zayn insisted, pushing open the door to Zac's office. Bad idea, didn't even knock, the twat.

"Excuse me?" Zac turned to him in his chair, then sat up and leant forward.

I stood up from my seat and gestured for Zayn to sit.

"Boss it's important." Zayn's face showed immense concern causing Zac to stand up from his leather seat.

"Better be good...Harry get out." Jerk.

I stepped out of his office and began walking down the metal steps towards West.

   "Hey, buddy!" Oh, how I love pissing him off. He looked up at me from his seat with an unamused stare. "God, why's everybody so serious around here?" I laughed looking around at the other guys sat playing cards. West began to stand up, wiping the side of his mouth.

"Harry! West! Get your asses up here now!?" Our heads snapped upwards towards the bosses office. West sighed miserably.

"What an arrogant asshole," West grunted pulling himself up off his chair.

"better hope he didn't hear that." I chuckled.

We jogged up the stairs, passing a very concerned looking Zayn on our way up.

When we entered the office Zac stood facing the back wall with his hands on his hips.

   "Something wrong boss?" West asked, causing Zac to turn his head.

   "Glad you asked that West because as a matter of fact there is something wrong." He sang. Zac fully turned around then bent down into his draw behind his desk. "I have a job for you two." Two black handguns were placed on the desk. West and I looked at each other before grabbing the guns.

   "consider it done, boss," We said in unison.

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Lola's POV

   Alex won't talk to me. He's devastated and from the sound of his conversation with Madison's mum, she's pretty devastated too. I mean I guess that's pretty obvious.

   "Lola, would you like some tea?" my mother asked reaching into the cupboard to grab another mug.

   "No thanks mum I think I'm actually just going to get an early night tonight. Love you." I smiled standing from the bar stool and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

   "love you too sweetheart."

   I jogged up the stairs and entered my room heading straight towards my bathroom door. I paid no attention to the black figure as it was probably just my paranoid mind playing tricks on me again. Since Mia left I always saw that black figure and at this point, I've just gotten used to it.

   I walked into the bathroom and locked the door proceeding to step into the shower. I washed my body then shaved from the neck downwards. I washed my dark brown hair and then sang along to a bit of The 1975 for a while.

   Once I felt clean enough I grabbed a warm fuzzy towel and wrapped it around my body. I exited the bathroom and started walking towards my underwear drawer.

   "Don't scream." holy shit. What the fuck, what the fuck is happening? Wait, is that... Zayn? His hand was covering my mouth so even if I wanted to scream it was useless. "do you feel that?" A cold metal objected poked my lower back. A gun. I nodded in response, a tear rolled down my cheek. "okay listen carefully. I did something very stupid and now people are going to pay for that mistake. You need to leave, I don't care where you go but right now two men are on their way to catch you or maybe kill you." My eyes widened and I froze. "I'm going to remove my hand." I nodded.

   "What's going on?" I shook, turning around to face him, grasping onto my towel for dear life.

   "You kept asking around about the dagger tattoo and like I told you... That's going to get you in trouble and so here we are." He said gesturing to the gun. "Pack a bag... If I were you I'd head for the woods." Zayn gestured towards my bedroom window showing the woods behind my house. Zayn then opened the window and jumped out heading deeper and deeper into the woods until he was no longer visible.

   Do I cry now? Like, what the fuck?

   I paused for a moment and sat down on my bed...

   Do I trust what he's saying?

   Why was he holding a gun?

   Why the woods out of all places?

   Even with the many questions running through my mind I got changed and started packing a rucksack full of clothes and essentials. After all, if what Zayn said is true I didn't want to stick around.

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Harry's POV

"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect, And all the boys, they were saying they were into it, Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck, She's driving me crazy"

"Harry, do me a favour and shut up!" West growled, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"Alright, big boy calm down." I sneered, taking a swig of my vodka. "oooh turn right here."

   "You sure?" West questioned pondering whether to turn.

   "positive, I saw her walk this way after school," I answered.

   West pulled the van over, then proceeded to pull on his black leather gloves. He grabbed a black bag from behind his seat and climbed out the van. "Harry get a move on."

   "Hang on." I took one last swig of my vodka before pulling on my black gloves and loading my gun. "ready." I said, the smile growing on my face.

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Lola's POV

   Okay, what else do I need? Shit, yes of course. I snuck across towards my mum's room remembering how dad had a pistol for if ever there were an intruder. I opened the safe and placed the gun carefully into my now fully packed bag.

  *Snap*

   My head shot to the side noticing two torches heading towards my bedroom window... He was telling the truth. Luckily my mum's bedroom window also backed onto the woods.

   I lifted the window hatch and pushed out my bag causing it to hit the floor.

   That's a long way down. One step at a time, breathe.

   I sat on the window sill letting my legs linger for a second before taking a deep breath and pushing myself to the ground. Then...I fucking ran.

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