No Control.

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Sorry this is a very late update, but here you go! Haven't edited it so comment if there are any mistakes please x

Harry's POV

Sat in the hallway with her weak body in my arms was surreal. I knew I should been running from her, but her shaky breaths and the way her dark hair was tickling my cheek made me stay. I'd never been this close to her before, and the first thing I noticed was the feel of her pale skin. It was like snow, almost too cold to touch, but also soft as silk. I grazed the back of my fingers up and down her arms slowly as neither of us spoke.

Finally, I broke the silence. "Briar, I don't really understand how any of that is really relevant now..."

"I still hear their voices Harry. The group of scientists... they are still a thing, only much bigger now. They are probably experimenting on more kids as we speak," Briar choked out, her hands clinging to the front of my white shirt like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.

I didn't say anything, but my brain was working on overdrive. She must've been the one who killed Zayn!He was one of my best friends and she killed him. But I couldn't blame her, could I? She told me her side of the story, and if that was the truth then she isn't responsible. But was it the truth?

"I'm sorry," Briar mumbled into my chest as if she had read my mind. I sighed but didn't reply, not really knowing what to say. This whole situation was so beyond crazy that I struggled to wrap my head around it.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked, clenching my jaw tight when I got no reply. Neither of us had any idea what to do, and it was so frustrating.

I felt her shift beneath me and looked down to make eye contact with her. Her deep blue eyes looked like an entire ocean incased in a small glass marble.

"Please don't leave me," Briar begged, before her smooth spheres cracked once again and pearls of salty tears streamed down her face.

"Shh, don't cry. We're gonna fix this, I promise." I tried to reassure her. With a small smile I held up my little finger in-front of her face. "In fact, I pinky promise."

She sniffed, wiping her itchy cheeks with her hand. I noticed the way her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she stared at my finger.

"What are you on about?" Briar croaked, flicking her eyes between my finger and my face, trying to figure out what I wanted from her.

"It's a pinky promise..."

"A what?" She eyed me carefully, as if making sure I wasn't pulling her leg. I felt my stomach twist when I realised she genuinely didn't know what I meant. What kind of childhood did she have?

"A pinky promise," I began seriously, holding eye contact with her. "Is the most unbreakable promise known to man. Once initiated, there's no backing out. You just wrap your little finger on your opposite hand around mine."

"Oh," Briar's eyes lit up and a warm smile graced her lips.

God she had a beautiful smile...

Her small finger wrapped around mine quickly, and she gazed at them happily. It made a warm feeling blossom in my chest, but I shook it off quickly.

I pulled my finger away from hers and gently pushed her away from me so I could stand. Once up, I offered her an out stretched palm which she happily accepted. That's when I noticed her outfit and looked her up and down. She was wearing a white graphic tee and mom jeans. Then I looked around us at her many bags, realising how much money she must've spent.