Tortured Love (One direction Fanfic)

Chapter 58

Harry's POV

This is it. This is what I'd been waiting for. This is my chance to make things right.

"Harry, we ready?" Zayn nudged me. I could see the worry on his face and I felt guilty that they'd all been dragged into this, again.  

"I guess," I murmured, glancing up at him. We made sure each of us was suited with some sort of weapon whether it was a knife, tazer, pepper spray, or, even in Liam's case, one of his fathers hand guns. Luckily for us Liam's father had quite the extensive collection hidden at home and would not notice one missing until later on. I had my suspicions on why Liam swiped the gun - not only was it a better defense, but it was to extract his revenge for Claire in the very way that she died. 

"You know you don't have to go," I told him quietly. I wouldn't be angry if anyone chose to remain in the safety of their homes. 

"You and Charlie need us to be there," Zayn replied softly.

A lump lodged itself in my throat and my stomach twisted uncomfortably, "I don't want you guys to get hurt or worse." 

Zayn pressed his lips in a hard line, "We all know what we're walking into."

 Niall poked his head into the kitchen and announced, "Hey guys, we're leaving."

"Yeah, we'll be right there," I told him and pushed myself off the counter. Without another word, Zayn and I exited the flat and we all pilled into Niall's vehicle. It was a silent ride to Oak Drive, the tension much too thick for such a small space. I was thankful when McKenna, who was in the passengers seat doing something on her phone, cracked a window. I took in the fresh air in big gulps, trying to calm my racing heart. My hands twisted nervously on my lap and I chewed on the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. 

After what seemed like hours of driving, we pulled into the large field that looked as if it stretched on for miles of vast nothingness. 

McKenna said while looking around, "Could they have picked a more cliché place to meet?" 

"Let me guess, no cell reception," Liam raised an eyebrow skeptically. 

"Nada," McKenna confirmed, lifting up her phone to see if she could get a bar or two. 

"You really think they're really going to bring her here?" Louis asked, tugging his jacket tighter against the cold wind. 

"We're a little early..." I trailed off. My nerves couldn't take much more of this. Whatever was going to happen, I wanted it over with. No more of this waiting and wondering shit just get on with it already. 

As if on cue, head lights flashed as a truck emerged from the left and parked directly across from us. We all unconsciously shuffled closer to each other at their emergence. I swallowed hard and gritted my teeth, more then ready for this. I'd decided a long ago that Charlie was worth dying for and I was prepared to live up to that promise. If we made it out of this alive and she forgives me, I'll never leave her side again. Marriage, children, a house, whatever the hell she wants she will get. 

The sound of doors closing brought me out of my thoughts and I saw dark shapes moving in the night. Peter first came into view, his piecing blue eyes sizing each of us. He licked his visibly chapped lips and rubbed his stubble covered chin.

"Well, well, the gangs all back together again," Peter looked in Liam's direction with a smirk, "With the exception of one."

Liam would have lunged forward and torn Peter's throat out if Niall hadn't held him back, barely keeping a hold on Liam's fuming figure. I'm sure seeing Liam's reaction to the mention of Claire will warrant a few more digs on Peter's part on the topic. A pang of sadness hit when the memory of Claire surfaced. She was such an amazing girl. She should be here with us.