Perish {H.S}

chapter 3

"I just got your calls. What the fuck happened?" Mitch asks from across the room. I have now emerged from my spot leaning against the wall. "I don't know, I got here around 10 minutes before shit went up." Harry answers, with his hand stressfully tugging at the routs of his hair.

"They're all dead aren't they?" I speak up for the first time, and both Mitch and harry snap their attention to me. "Who?" Mitch asks and I bite my lip timidly before speaking. "All those people up there. They're all dead." Those poor helpless people were the first thing I thought of as soon as I was brought back to my harsh reality.

Harry tusks and turns his attention back to Mitch. "Im gonna have to call Mason up to help with all of this." He spits angrly to Mitch as he paces around the room.

This is all harrys fault. This is harrys club, its his responsibility to make sure everyone in there is safe. Maybe if I haven't had gotten caught up in the mist of his mind fuck ways, then I'd have been able to call for help. Those people up there would be alive.

"Who's Mason?" I ask as I tie my unruly hair up into a ponytail. "My brother." Mitch answers quickly as he types furiously on his phone. "Your brother? You don't have a brother." I state and he huffs and shakes his head. "Not by blood MJ, just chill for a minute. I have to think."

"Why are you so calm? People are up there dead, or dying!." I shout alittle louder than expected. This might not be a big deal to them, but to me it is. "For fuck sake MJ just fuck off! Go home or something, your really pissing me off!" Harry screams and I jump at the loud echo it creates.

"Oi, don't talk to her like that." Mitch spits and harry smirks sadistically before he hums to himself and slaps his hands together.

What's his problem? One minute he's dangling me off a roof, then he saves me from a gun man, begs me to kill him, freaks out when I turn the gun to my own head, almost kisses me, then speaks to me like a piece of shit.

Is harry bipolar? Maybe if he was, I'd understand his choppy behaviour.

"Just take her home. I'll deal with this myself." Harry bites back bitterly and mitch scoffs before he locks eyes with me. His facial expression softens as he stalks towards me. "Come on, ill take you back to Sarah's." He chants softly as he ushes me towards another set of stairs. How many stairs does one building need?