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𝟷𝟸. 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂

𝚃𝚘: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙿𝟻𝟷𝟹𝟾𝟸𝟻𝙷
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟶𝟻𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴: 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂

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"(Y/n), stay here."

Harry instructed as he sat you down on your bed as you heard your father opening the front door. Your hands trembled in fear as you held Harry's arms. "Harry... we didn't get the cigarettes that he wanted."

"Don't worry. I'll take the blame."

"Harry!" You exclaimed before pulling him back towards you. "I won't let you! We both made a mistake here. I can't let you take all the blame!"

Harry was unable to protest when both of you heard heavy footsteps in the kitchen. Harry immediately went for the door and closed it, locking it while you curled up. Harry hurriedly went to your side, protecting you in his arms.

You and Harry heard nothing for a few seconds until you heard scattering all over the kitchen. "Where are the fucking cigarettes?!"

Harry looked at the window and instantly opened it before turning to you. "You have to go."

"What?!" You exclaimed. "No way am I leaving you here, Harry!"

"You can stay with your friend until this whole situation is over."

"Harry..."

"Listen to me, (Y/n). I'll follow you, okay? Just go."

Before you could say anything, you jolted up in surprise when you heard your father struggling to open the door and then banging his fists against the wooden door. "Get the fuck out of here! You two have some explaining to do!"

You started breathing heavily and your hands started shaking. Your vision started getting hazy and you almost became deaf from the loudness of ringing in your ears. You were unable to hear Harry's words.

The door suddenly opened and Harry's fearful eyes met his father's furious glare. "You two don't know how to follow instructions, huh?"

Your father took a step forward while Harry went in front of you to protect you. Your eyes slowly closing, focusing on the ringing in your ears and the sounds of your heavy breathing.

"Little shits!" Your father was about to throw a punch at Harry but you opened your eyes and raised your hand, shooting an energy blast to your father who was sent flying towards a wall.

Harry gasped while your father groaned in pain. You blinked a few times, the ringing slowly fading, before rolling your eyes back and fainting to your brother's arms. Harry shook you to wake you up. "(Y/n)? (Y/N)!"

You quickly sat up, breathing heavily, and clutching your chest. Five and Luther looked at you from their seats as they watched you sighing and running your fingers in your hair.

"You alright?" Luther asked as he clung to a briefcase, a fake briefcase to deceive Hazel and Cha-Cha, so it wouldn't fall.

You glanced at him before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, thanks for asking." You said. You reached out for the handle and opened the door. "I need some air."