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Fifty-Four

// Double Update: The finale - Part One \\

// Trigger Warning : Violence and Gore \\

// Song for this chapter is Hayloft by Mother Mother \\

Harry's POV 

Unknown.

Without missing a beat, I answer the call, Niall frowning at me but I just dismiss him. No one speaks on the other side, just pure silence so I say,

"Hello?" There is some sort of disturbance on the line then a deep voice rumbles through, however, it is more like a heavy breath. "What the fuck do you want? I can't be dealing with some prank call bullshit." I spit down the receiver, and just as I'm about to pull my phone away from my ear to hang up, the voice speaks.

"Harry." Is all they say, it is a man's voice. A man's voice that doesn't sound familiar but I remain listening. "Harry Edward Styles." He sings and it makes my body shudder. "Harry Edward Styles born February 1st 1994 in Manchester, England to Emma-"

"Right who the fuck is this?" I snap, my anger being fuelled even more so to whoever this stranger is down the phone.

"Your worst nightmare." He laughs.

"Yeah, well I doubt that's true because I'm currently living my worst nightmare but sure, entertain me." Rolling my eyes, I stand from the bed where Niall currently sits. I don't know why I'm still on the phone at this point but this person has piqued my interest. Why are they calling me?

"I know where Zuri is." The man says but it seems to fall on deaf ears. Well, not deaf ears because I definitely fucking heard him but hearing her name fall off of his lips has me stood here stunned in silence.

"What?" I growl down the receiver after a beat, Niall's eyes are on my frowning, he's wringing his hands together in front of him and it's the only thing I can focus on that isn't the fact this strange just said they know where Zuri is.

"I know where she is and I will give you the information-"

"Give it to me now, I'm not playing fucking games." I snap, biting at the phone and breaking my staring contest with Niall.

"-For a price." He finishes.

"Who is this?" I growl, pacing the room.

"Mark Shephard." The names a bell. A fucking warning bell. That's Zuri's stepdad. The same stepdad with a restraining order. A restraining order I'm sure is for grooming her from the notes in the file. If he was in front of me right now I'd beat him to death with both my hands, he doesn't deserve a quick death with a gun, he deserves a slow painful one as do most the people who deserve to die recently.

"And how the fuck do you know where Zuri is?" I asked cocking my head to the side as if he can see me.

"Ahh well the thing is Harry, I love Zuri too." A shiver sends down my spine in disgust, a very sickly feeling settling in my stomach. "And I, too, have been looking for her."

"Where. Is. She?" I spit in reply, I'm not playing these games.

"Like I said there is a price to paid for the information."

"I'm not giving you anything to do with Zuri in return." I instantly reply. There is no way I will bargain with her life to get her back. She has probably been through hell and back, me adding her stepdad into the mix will be a big fat no.

"I don't want Zuri," he instantly snaps then I hear him take a deep breath before calming himself. "I mean, I do want Zuri but if I'm going to have her, I'll make her see that I am the better man for her. However-" his words make me want to be sick. I won't let this piece of shit come anywhere near her. As soon as I've got her back and Max and Leonardo are dealt with, then I'm going to hunt him down and gut him like a fish. "- I will need a favour, one I know you can grant and I will need your word you will keep your side of the deal. Zuri's location for a future cash in."