The GGT club's owner |Harry Styles|

Chapter 9

A/N: before anything else: hello, it's me. I opened my cave's door and found this app again.
Sorry for the big time delay between chapters, I only have one explanation to that; mental health. I was trying to catch up with myself and luckily I succeeded.
Thanks for the patience now I'm gonna stfu.
Love yall

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"What the fuck" I say whilst I search for my gun immediately.

I'm sure it's not A. Sid, the ghost that Leo saw last year, when he was totally blacked out. He was new to the drugs, ya know? But he said we don't have to worry, because the ghost is a gender fluid bad bitch even tough their name sounds like an old man's name.

"Maybe there's just a problem with the lights." Harry says trying to reassure me, but his voice wasn't calm either.

"Yeah, cuz' LED lights suppose to turn off by themselves. All in one." I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes, even though he couldn't see it.

"Okay, fine Ms. know it all electricity woman" I hear the attitude in his voice but I don't waste my time replying to his commentary.

I hush him, so I can hear something that maybe can help us. I always had a good hearing, if I paid attention I can hear quiet noises. We were in the living room, and I heard a noise from my left, so someone is around the main entrance.

I quickly search for Harry's body, so I can grab him and try to signal him where should we go. I successfully grabbed, I'm assuming his bicep and squeezed it. I think he got it, he followed me, tiptoeing closer to the sound.

Why do I feel like we're the stupid duo in horror movies?

I remembered that he doesn't have a gun, so I grabbed his torso, and pulled him behind me while not letting him go. I heard him scoff a little — I can imagine the smirk on his face.

I needed a plan, but it just didn't hit me, my head was fucking empty but still tiptoeing closer to the person who was dead silent by now. I need to get Harry into a safe place.

"Okay Harry, I'm gonna turn this shit back!" I say as soon as a plan popped up in my head.

"Blair! What are y—"

"Shh" I hush him right away in an angry whispering tone, "just trust me."

"Bu—"

"Trust me!" I whispered aggressively now, he didn't say anything, all I could imagine is that he nodded.

"Okay then, want me to go with you or...?" He asks me in a teasing way, playing along.

"Actually yeah, I need a lamp holder."

We got closer to the room where the noises came from, I squeezed his shirt for some kind of emotional support. I gave him my phone so he can turn on the lamp function on it; I took a deep breath, remembering that I've done this many times before, and I'm not so easy to get rid of.

Even though I was confident, I was still nervous; but I just took a sharp inhale. Harry turned on the lamp function on the phone, and I see a person with a black mask covering their entire head, showing only eyes. He just stood frozen, holding a gun and a bag full of my things in it. Before he could react and try to shoot us I took action and I shoot him in the stomach. But he stood there not moving a single muscle.

"I have a gut feeling he is wearing a bulletproof vest" Harry mumbled in a 'we're fucked' kind of voice tone whilst he switched the lights on. At least it's done I guess.

"Well that's awkward" I cackle, watching the person who is trapped in this room, because there is no other exit from this wardrobe. "Oops I guess?" I ask while smiling awkwardly at the man who had a big shit eating grin on his face by now.