Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 30

     This car ride has been silent for the most part. Zayn and I don't want to poke the bear either. It was hard not to listen to their muffled arguing and for the record, Becca got the last word. I wonder how arguing with them would go? They're both the type to want to win an argument no matter what they have to do.

Two people trying to desperately win the argument with no fear in their eyes sounds entertaining. Scary, but entertaining.

I know it's kind of protocol not to leave Becca by herself but I don't think Zayn and I could've handled them in the backseat. It was either arguing or just awkward tension. Both things I'd rather not have.

Their mansion is half an hour away yet traffic seems to be going smooth for it being the middle of the day.

I'm mesmerized by the view and buildings we've passed. At least that's what I'm trying to convince myself. I've had a gut feeling going on for half of the trip so far. It started the minute we got into the truck. It's the same gut feeling I had on the boat.

There's been a truck following close behind us for three stops now. I tried brushing it off but Zayn made a left turn once and they followed. They haven't turned or switched lanes at all.

I could just be overthinking it, but sometimes overthinking is the better thing to do. I can't exactly see who's inside but I only see a silhouette of one person.

"Zayn turn right, here." I squint my eyes as I try to look at the car. I turn my torso around slightly, looking through the back window, catching a glimpse of Harry's confused expression.

He glances over at me with his eyebrows furrowed. He makes the right turn while I keep my eyes on the back window.

They followed us through the turn.

"That car's been following us for five minutes now. Take another right at the next stop. If they follow us, then they are following us." I try to sound as calm as possible. I can't let the little fear in me be revealed to Harry.

I'm scared that they'll shoot. We have guns hidden in every car obviously, but if they shoot, we have to shoot back. I have to shoot back, revealing everything to Harry. Then again, I do need the adrenaline right now.

"And what do we do if they are following us?" Harry asks, his voice full of curiosity.

"I need to shoot." I mouth at Zayn. He somehow understands me, nodding along. I reach into the glove compartment, trying to find a gun.

There's a bulletproof vest underneath the seat and bigger guns near where Harry is sitting.

I start digging for the vest under the seat when we all hear it.

A muffled boom.

"Zayn step on it!" I yell, looking back at the truck, seeing the gun they have outside of the window, "Harry get the hell down, now!"

Their main target is Harry. Of course, it's Harry.

I have no time to react and scream in horror, or yell at Zayn to drive faster, or start calling someone for help. I'm the only one that can shoot back. Revealing my truth to Harry.

"Shit!" Harry curses, his hands immediately grabbing the chord connected to the radio. He takes out his phone and plugs it in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I throw on the vest, clipping them at the sides. I can still hear the faint sound of gunshots hitting the sidewalk as Zayn speed through the streets. My heart is beating out of my chest as I see the truck getting closer.

"If I'm dying, I'm dying to my rock music." He presses play on the song, a guitar tune flooding our ears. I'm

"Take the next left those are quieter roads. We can't risk shooting at innocent pedestrians." I tell Zayn, leaning back to get the other guns.