"You guys are like the breakfast club of organized crime," I commented, rolling my eyes and tugging at my restraints.
There was a flash of anger and irritation on Liam's face. I knew he was probably deciding in his head which way to kill me. "What t...
The rest of our time in the field was silent save for Harry singing a few bits and pieces of songs that seemed to pop into his head. It was hard to want to leave, but eventually the sunset faded to blackness and the temperature dropped. I had started shivering, which Harry noticed and rushed me into the car with his hand on the small on my back. He was quick to turn the heat on full-blast as he pulled back onto the road.
I reached down to the floorboard to grab the CD book and pulled out the album I was looking for: Rumors by Fleetwood Mac. I popped it in and fiddled with the buttons until I made it to the last track. I intentionally kept the volume low so I would be able to hear the sound of Harry's voice singing along to Silver Springs. After my favorite song of theirs ended, I wanted him to be able hear his, so I switched out the CDs to put in their self-titled album. Again, I skipped ahead to the one he wanted, Landslide.
Hearing his melodies mingle with Stevie's made me sigh contentedly and lean my head against the seat. It was amazing how at peace I felt today despite everything going on. His voice was soft as the last lyrics played.
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills Well, the landslide bring it down Oh the landslide bring it down
We were both quiet for a long moment as the next song shuffled. It was him who spoke first.
"I have some good memories with that song."
I rolled against the headrest so I could look at him. He appeared as content as I felt. "Yeah?" I asked quietly.
He nodded. "Makes me think of a time before," he waved his hand around, "all this."
I chewed on my lip, thinking about how he had seemed hesitant to talk about it when we were in the field. "What was it like?" I felt shy asking such a personal question. "Your life, I mean."
He sighed deeply, his smile fading into more of a sad one. "I grew up in England. It was just my mom, my sister and I." Now his face was hard and emotionless, and I was shocked by the sudden change. "They died in a car accident when I was young." I felt my heart stop beating.
"You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to," I whispered, worrying that I had upset him. I wanted the peacefulness surrounding us to remain.
"I don't mind talking about it now," he shrugged lightly, and then continued. "I ended up in a foster home, but they were some sick sons of bitches. I ran away and was on the streets for a little bit, but I had no idea what I was doing. It's a long story, but to make it short, the OG found me." He played with his lip as he spoke, fidgeting a bit.
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"The woman?" I asked softly, intrigued by his story that he now seemed more willing to tell.
I was surprised when he shook his head. "It was a man back then. Simon. He'd been working... collecting young, impressionable kids, and I was the last one he took. Well, I guess I can't say took because I went willingly. But he kidnapped Louis." My eyes had wandered to stare at the radio console but shot back over to his face when he said that. "Louis didn't fit in at first because he was the only one who had been recruited without his consent. He always held a grudge. The rest of us didn't understand; we felt indebted because Simon literally saved our lives. We treated Louis like shit for the longest time, I've always regretted it."
