Harry's Point of View:

Running a hand frustratingly through my hair, I bit down of my lip, keeping myself from spiraling out of control and breaking things.

I couldn't believe we could've been so careless in having someone see us kill someone. I've always been careful with what I did. Well, until tonight. I can't believe this has happened again, even after we were positive we wouldn't let anyone else catch us. Matt is going to be really angry, well, he already is; always is actually. I never messed up--twice! And it's eating me alive. Not to mention, it just had to be our boss's curious daughter. I can't lose this job, I can't lose Robert's trust. He's a huge part in all of this, and I'm not risking going to jail.

What if it would've been a cop walking through the forest instead of Leah. I'm tired of always warning her about staying away from me, staying away from that collage. Bad things go down there, and now especially since now all us guys will be attending the same university. All except for Matt, of course. Once a high school dropout, always a high school dropout. Now, I don't know anything about Matt other than the fact he hates me. He never liked me to begin with, I got in because my cousin talked good things about me. Though, he still let me join and comes whenever I need him. I don't know why but Louis says it only because we're all basically like a family now. Obviously he doesn't know what it's like from my perspective.

I couldn't think about what could've happened to us. All I could think about, actually, is what I was going to do with Leah and what can change the guys mind towards me.

So there I sat, in the center of the couch, fist balled up against my mouth as I stared down at the tape recorder in the coffee table in front of me. Should I show them what I got out of her? I mean they won't leave her alone, even after I said they would. I figured it might calm her down into speaking more. The truth is, I don't want to get her in this shit hole of a mess, it's too risky. I don't know her story but I'm sure she doesn't deserve this. She saw too much. Period. We can't just leave it like that. Maybe if I tell them she really didn't see anything and maybe find a way to prove it, they might just leave it alone. They might at least just leave her alone! It's all I want, for things to go back to normal.

I picked up the tape recorder, fisting it tightly in my grip so that anger can be taken out on it instead of my Aunt's priceless housing decorations. I know how much she loves those and she'll sure know I was definitely here at some point. My feet heavily walked me toward the chimney in the house's library. I quickly turned on the fire, waiting until it was just right to launch the recorder in. I watched it burn, finding no peace in mind of what I was doing. I messed up once, and then I messed up twice. Now I messed up again and I just can't think straight anymore.

I don't think Leah is stupid enough to say anything, though. She's nuts too. All she was worried about the entire ride was her father. I mean she said she broke his rule to not leave the house to find her brother who also wasn't suppose to leave. What do you think Robert will say once she tells him about us, she'll expose herself right there an then. Besides, she looks a chick who would do anything to save her brother's ass. 

The room was quiet. Sounds of the flicking fire going on in front of me was the only thing heard. That is until.. The house phone by Marco's desk sounded.

I raised up to it, hoping it didn't alert anyone when doing so. I picked it up just before the third ring, holding the old modeled black telephone up against my ear.

"Hello?"

"Harry. Are you home?" A voice fairly familiar to Scott's sounded. He was worried, concerned too.

"What's wrong?" I asked, choosing to ignore his question.

"Look, do you still have the girl in your flat?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"Keep her there, she's not leaving." He replied.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows, lowering my voice as I turned to see if the area around me was clear. "I told her she's going home, I don't want her here. She's annoying." 

"She knows too much. I think they might find out about her. Did you get her to speak?"

"I honestly don't think she saw anything. She didn't even look that scared to begin with. She only wants her brother." I replied.

"We can't risk it. This is between you and I, pal. The rest are turning against the girl because they're afraid of Matt. And Niall, well, he doesn't know shit."

Another thing, I have to warn her about telling Niall. If she's worried over him, I just don't want to see him being worried over her.

"Scott, I really don't want this girl here and Makayla's on my shit about her already." I groaned.

"Listen, I can't play it safe-- We can't play it safe. She's at least staying the night. I'll tell you what to do with her tomorrow. But for now, she's staying."

I felt my jaw twitch and my eyes grow hard. Without anther word being spoken, I hung up the phone. I grew frustrated with what Scott was telling me. Nothing's going according to plan. This was never suppose to happen. God, I hate this!

My chest rose and fell with each furious breath I took. Turning on the heels of my shoes, I charged up the stairs. Muttering curse words to myself under my breath, I found myself passing by my room and walking to the end of the hallway. Prying the door open, I walked inside, catching Makayla by surprise as she whipped her head around. She was actually packing.

"What are you doing here?"

"Give me some clothes." I ordered.

"For what?" She spat.

"Just give me a t-shirt or something. I really don't have time for this." I was starting to get aggravated with her.

"Why do you need my clothes?" She arched a brow, laying her hand on her hip. "Wait a minute, it's for that girl you brought, right?"

"I have business to take care of for God sakes, Makayla. Just give me the god damn clothes or I'm getting them myself." I darkly responded. I didn't want to reach this point with her after all the bull I've just been through but she left me with no other option.

Gritting her teeth, she finally forced herself to turn around and go through her duffel bag out on top of the guest bed. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she threw them at me in which I caught with no problem. I then quickly left the room, shutting her door closed before making my way back into my room. Once in, I threw the pieces of fabric at Leah's face. A light gasp was what I received from her shortly after.

"What the heck!"

I turned, shutting the door closed to turn back and see her stare at the clothes as if she's never seen clothes before.

"You're pajamas. Put them on." I structured, my eyes hardening as they stared into Leah's soft ones.

"Why?" She furrowed her eyebrows, holding them out in front of her.

I grunted in frustration. "Girls and their questions! Just put the damn shirt on!"

Leah jumped, completely unaware of my sudden anger until my sudden outburst. I'm telling you, this shit has me going crazy.

"It was just a simple question?"

"Well I'm not in the mood for simple questions, you got that? Now, are you going to make me more pissed than I already am or are you going to just shut up and do as I say?" I snapped back, voice becoming deeper and louder than it was these entire last weeks.

"Can I at least ask what is this for?" She whispered.

I took one quick look at her and immediately realized what I was doing. For some reason, this made me relax.

"You're staying the night," I muttered.

Leah's face dropped as she took a sudden large step from the spot she was in. "But.. I thought I was leaving?"

"There was a change in plans. You can't leave. Put on those clothes and get comfortable because you're not going anywhere as far as I'm concerned."

Leah's eyes pinched towards me in a smart action. "Well, where am I suppose to sleep?"

"Beats me. I don't know and I don't care. You can sleep on the floor if you'd like, it doesn't bother me." I turned, feeling myself grow aggravated as I waved at her with my back facing her and walked out of the room, locking it once I was out. "Have fun."

I ran a hand through my hair. I wasn't even close to realizing where I was going until I ended up swinging the door to the guest bedroom where Makayla was staying in and shutting it closed behind me.

"What do you want now? Does she need a toothbrush too?" She spat in some sort of a jealous way.

I merely ignored her as I circled an arm around her waist and pulled her close, capturing her lips in a hungry fashion. As time flew by, we were both ridded of our clothes and circled in the sheets of the guest bed. If Makayla was good at anything, it might just be that she can make me forget everything and that was exactly what I needed at that moment.

To forget.

***

I had left the room way before the sun came up, leaving Makayla under the sheets alone.

Running a hand through my tousled sex hair, I let out a much relieved breath. My nerves were calm-- as much as they can be for the moment, actually. I found myself in a relaxing state after being with Makayla. Of course, it's not the pleasure I always wanted to feel after spending a night with a girl; I want something that would make me feel good afterwards but as of right now, getting some from Makayla is good enough for me.

I made my way back down towards my room in just the pair of jeans from last night. Opening the door after unlocking it, it was then when I saw Leah sleeping on the floor that brought me back to reality. No matter how much she annoyed the hell out of me, I couldn't help but feel like a total ass that she actually took my joke seriously. I'm sure she was up to this, she's way smarter than that. She was only trying to make a point, I guess, to make me feel bad afterwards. Well, it worked.

It must've been really uncomfortable to fall asleep in that hardwood floor, not to mention, without a blanket or so. That girl is crazy if she thinks she can go to sleep in these insanely cold temperatures at night. I couldn't resist but walk in closer. As I glanced down at her, I bit the inside of my cheek. She beautiful, there's no denying it and that little bonus on the first day I ever saw when I crashed into her shower was probably the best treat I can ever get from her. But there's just something about her that makes me want to scream.

Whether it was because of her attitude or big mouth, there was still a bright side towards her. She's not afraid. She's confident. I like that. But she's also a seven-year-old girl trapped in a teenager's body.

Leaning down, I cupped her body into my arms, cradling her as if she was a baby. I stood up quickly before walking us back towards my bed and gently laying her on the untouched surface of my mattress. Grabbing a nearby blanket, I laid it over her body where it covered all the way from her feet to her shoulders. I took one last glance at her before turning and casually walking back out of my room to go downstairs. The house was still empty, quiet even. It didn't really bother me to crash the night in my Aunt's house. But one thing's for sure, she'll never know I was here. Makayla already knows how it goes whenever I bring her here and I'm guessing Leah will have to too. Of coure, it was only for tonight.

I finally walked into the bathroom in the corner of where the kitchen and another one of the many rooms this house has met. I took of my clothes, turning the lights on first before stepping inside the hot steaming water which I let brush against my undeserving skin. The water tricking down my neck and back brought me to complete serenity. I loved taking long showers in the morning because it gave me an escape from reality for just the time being which is why when I had finished washing my hair and had to turn off the water, I felt like going in back for another.

Drying my hair, I wrapped that towel around my lower half before walking out of the bathroom and back up the stairs to reach into my fairly unlocked room where Leah sat wide awake.

I couldn't help but grin towards how confused she looked. No, she wasn't afraid, but she did have a curious look on her face by the way she stared at me in the state of being naked I was in.

"Good Morning."

Leah's Point of View:

"W-Why don't you have clothes on?" I asked nervously as the hairs on my arm started to rise.

Oh just the thoughts that came up across my mind for an explanation towards his being made me want to take back what I just asked. Thought being, I quickly asked another question.

"Why am I in your bed?" I looked down at the bed, moving the sheet of blanket away from me in an effort to stand up from the bed itself.

He only smiled, walking closer into his room to shut the door close behind him in a soft and gentle manner, defiantly not the way he closed them last night. 

"I put you there, thought maybe you'd go to sleep longer since you were more comfortable but I guess I only woke you up."

I kept looking around the room, trying to find something else to be interested with as he started digging in his drawers for clothes. "Um.. Thanks?"

"And next time, whenever I say something, please try to tell the difference between a joke and me being serious?" He continued to turn around, my eyes dropping down south to his abs and torso which caught my attention. Art. Tons of tattoos were inked onto his skin, all very rare and some that I've never pictured a guy like him having, such as that butterfly tattoo he had a few inches above his belly button.

He was so good looking, always was and I'm not afraid to admit it, at least to myself. But then I remembered last night, the murder, being driven here and told to sleep on the floor along with his stubborn attitude. Then instantly, a dark gaze fell upon me.

"Uh.. Sorry to interrupt your little drooling session but I'd like to receive an answer? Maybe a sign you're still alive?" He started getting smart on me.

"For your information, I am very much alive.." I continued, "At least until I get out of this hell hole."

I immediately took back what I said but at the same time, I felt like he needed to know what he was making me go through. So in that case, good job Leah.

He turned to look over his bare shoulder, for he went back in his drawer to search for the clothes he was going to wear. Surprisingly, he only smiled in a tempting way towards me. "Keep talking, hot lips. But remember, I always come back biting in the ass so I suggest you tone it down. At least for today, then we can go back to not talking to each other anymore."

He looked back down and I saw him pull out some last objects before finally standing straight in front of me. I gave him a wandering look and then I realized what was going on when he playfully smirked at me.

"You might want to look away for this part." He chuckled.

My eyes widened at the same time my mouth fell agape. Immediately, I looked down at my lap where I held a hand over my forehead in attempts to block the view from my PG-13 rated mind. I heard his laugh fill the quiet atmosphere around us before the sound of his towel dropping was heard.

"Couldn't you go to the bathroom and do that?" I asked trying to not hear the sound of the elastic band of his boxers clap against his skin.

"Well you're the guest." I heard him laugh in a raspy tone. "A host always brings his guest the good stuff."

I rolled my eyes at his pathetic comment. Can he literally be any more serious right now. It wasn't even funny, it was lame and corny. Robert can do better than that and he's not much of a joker himself.

"Well first of all," I continued, "This isn't even your house. It's your Aunt's." Or so he says. We could be in a one of Donald Trump's secret vacation house's in which he just happened to break into for the night. I mean, really? If this was his Aunt's house then where is she? I don't know, beats me?

"You talk a lot, you know that right?" All I heard was laughter and the small fiddling noises with the metal of his belt  he made as he rose his jeans up his waist.

I ignored his comment, shrugging my shoulders in a way of saying I know while I remained looking down at my lap.

"You know you can look now?" He joked. "It's not like I have boobs or something?"

"Aren't you thinking of putting on a shirt?" I asked hesitating.

The room was silent. I thought about looking up but then restrained myself from doing so. What if he never his clothes on? If I've never seen my bother in that state then I'm definitely not going to start with him.

"You're such a baby." He laughed.

He urged me so much I just had to look up, this time, catching him and myself off guard. Eyes fell upon his bare chest, arms slightly flexing as he was about to plop his head right through the last hole of the white t-shirt he was putting on. I felt my bottom lip start to shake, the small hairs in my arms quickly rising once again.

"May I help you?" He smirked again, plopping his head through the shirt and bringing the hem down his long torso.

"Who's the child now?" I exclaimed sarcastically.

He turned his head to look at me with a cheeky smile. Hard to believe he is what he is and done what he's done.

"I see you actually changed clothes." He smirked, quickly running the palm of his hand over his nose.

"Well, that's what you told me to do?" I wondered. I was actually pretty comfortable in the clothes but he was mad when he gave them to me and I got scared. I mean, if he lied when saying he was going to let me go, just imagine what he'll do if I didn't put the clothes on. There's just no trust in this guy anymore.

"Yeah but I thought you'd be to slick and not bother." He laughed.

I too let out a small giggle. It wasn't until I noticed what he was doing when I shook off the intriguing sparks running down my body away. They always seem to come around at some point when I'm with him.

"Look, um.. Harry?" I continued, standing up from his bed to stand right besides it. I grew nervous as I thought about what I was going to say, my arms nervously wearing around my stomach. "Am I, uh,  going home today?"

He sighed moments later, rubbing the temples of his forehead before glancing back at me. "I'll tell you as soon as I know."

"What do you mean as soon as you know?" I asked pestered.

"I mean exactly what I said!" He exclaimed, "Don't ever ask me about leaving or that's exactly what's not going to happen!"

"But--"

"No!" He exclaimed again, this time relaxing himself once more. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm just as pissed as you are right now but it's not like it's my decision."

I looked down, biting down on my bottom lip so that I don't say anything that may sound smart to him because trust me, it's not going to be something pretty.

"What about Niall?" I blurted out.

He didn't look so satisfied. "Sorry, but I already told you, your brother isn't leaving. He'll go back home, obviously, and both of you will pretend like nothing ever happened. Understood?"

"Yes." I sighed.

"And you can't tell him you know about us either, it'll get you two killed." He pointed out in a concerned way.

I can't believe this, Niall in a gang.. Of course he was always rude and ignorant and of course, stubborn, but I don't think I could ever picture him as somewhat of a killer? It breaks my heart.

"Hey?" He started speaking again.

I looked up to see him give me somewhat of a small smile.

"Don't worry." He asked. "Are you hungry?"

The noise my stomach made shortly after was all he needed for an answer. This made him smile but only made me turn bright red. I was so embarrassed.

"I'd take that as a yes." He smiled, looking down to grab a pair of brown boots and shake some dusk out from the front. "You can get dressed and meet me downstairs when you're ready."

Without sharing another look or word, Harry walked out of the room, again, leaving me alone with only my thoughts to spare. I thought about what he was going to do. No not about the food, but about all of this. Who is making him keep me here? It's clear we both can't stand each other so I know it's not him. I just wish I can know everything, this mystery is driving me crazy. And what was he all getting dressed up for?

I ignored those thoughts once again, returning to quickly change out of these clothes. Ugh, I bet these were Makayla's.

Quickly, I took them off, folding them neatly to the side before putting on the clothes I had on from last night, keeping the sweater though in my hands because I didn't feel like having it over me. I ran a hand quickly down my hair, adjusting some parts that were messy before putting in my shoes and grabbing my bag. My phone ran out of battery way before I saw what Harry and his friends did, another reason why I'm still here. I could've called for help or something, though I know he wouldn't let me, but it might've still been an option.

The last thing that ran up across my mind before I left the room was a question that's been bothering me quite frankly. Where's Niall?

I made it to the bottom of the steps, my attention soon being drawn to what now seemed to be as two voices coming from the kitchen. My mind tried to make it the other person's face, the other already knowing it was Harry. I was afraid to enter, what if it one of the bad guys I'm suppose to be hiding from? One thing's for sure, when I tried to turn to walk away from all that was happening and enter back into Harry's room, another figure passed by from behind me. Makayla.

"You're still here?" She asked in disgust.

I tried to hold back on snapping on her. From the attitude I revived from her yesterday and the same in getting from her today really isn't my thing. I'm positive she thinks she's way better than me. And honestly, I don't care. But what I do care about is getting some self respect from her.

"You know, I thought you were suppose to leave the same night you got your money?" I pinned my eyes at her.

Her mouth fell agape, laying a hand on her hip and with a small turn, her long hair nearly slapped me across the face. I wanted to laugh so hard right now.

"Harry! Harry!" She called out while walking towards the kitchen. "Harry, what the hell is that girl still doing here? Do you wanna know what she told me!?" She asked in a complaining voice.

"What!" The other deep voice exclaimed making me stop laughing to listen. "You still have her here?"

Oh no.

I stood frozen to the spot as I heard heavy footsteps stomp this way. Soon, I was standing above the stairs to look at three figures waiting on the other end, looking up towards me.

Harry. Makayla. And Zayn.

Oh sh...