Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty Five: Plotting

        “First things first, we need a plan,” Harry states.

        Dinner is long over, the dishes cleaned up and the food all gone. Zayn, Liam, Louis, and I are all currently sat on the couch while Harry stands in front of us. He’s using my computer as a tablet and it’s hooked up to the TV so that we can see what he’s writing.

        “When do you guys go back to work?” Harry asks.

        “We go back to work on the first day of the new year,” Liam supplies.

        Harry writes this down.

        “We could strike when no one’s there,” Harry thinks aloud.

        “Yeah… what exactly do you mean by ‘strike?’” Louis asks.

        “The whole pill thing is fucked up. We need to sneak into the IT room and take out all of the computers so that they lose all of their plans,” Harry explains, typing away on the tablet.

        “That would only stop them until the computers are up and running again,” Zayn supplies.

        Harry nods and chews on his bottom lip, deep in thought. After a few minutes in silence he collapses next to me on the couch. I pat his knee.

        “There has to be a way to stop all of this for good,” Liam mutters.

        “There is,” Harry says. I look over at him. He’s staring at a spot on the carpet. He’s only half with us and my stomach drops, knowing that what he’s going to say next isn’t going to be good.

        “I have to kill her.”

        The room is silent and no one dares to move.

        “What?” I don’t think I can talk louder than a whisper right now.

        “I have to. That’s the only way that this can come to an end.”

        “What about your sister? What if she gets in the way or wants to keep things the way your mother had them?” I ask him.

        “I’ll try and talk her out of it. But if that doesn’t work then she’ll have to be taken out as well.”

        It’s scary hearing Harry talk like this. I want to move away from him because of the look in his eyes, but I stay put. I know he needs me right now.

        “Can’t someone else do it? What if the police find out it’s you?” Louis brings up a good point.

        “It should be me,” he says, finally making eye contact with one of us.

        “No,” I shake my head as soon as it hits me that he is really going to do this, “No way.”

        Harry turns to look at me, “Niall, I have to do this.”

        “No,” I yell, startling everyone. I then proceed to break down in tears, “They can’t take you from me. You’re not doing it.”

        “I am,” he tells me and I know that there is no way that I can change his mind.

        The tears are burning my cheeks as they fall from my eyes. I run into my room and slam the door behind me. I stumble over to my bed, my vision blurred.

        I collapse on the bed and bury my face into a pillow before letting out a sob. I know that this needs to happen and that I could never talk Harry out of doing this, I’m just so scared. This is going to be very dangerous and Harry can possibly die. I don’t know what I would do without him. I love him.

        Theres’ a knock on my door and I can’t stop sobbing long enough to tell whoever it is to go away, so they come in.

        “Nialler?” It’s Zayn.

        I feel the bed dip as he comes to lay down next to me. He pulls me into his arms and I continue to sob, but into his neck this time.

        “Shhh...It’s gonna be okay buddy,” he tries to soothe me.

        “You don’t know that Z,” I cry, “He could die.”

        “Harry can handle himself. He’s a smart lad, he needs to do this.” Zayn cards his fingers through my hair.

        I nod but I can’t seem to stop the overflow of tears that are pouring from my eyes. Zayn doesn’t care that I’m drenching his shirt, he keeps holding me until I’m all cried out.

        We lay in the dark in silence, the occasional sniffle coming from me.

        “We have to think of another plan,” I say finally, “We need to keep him safe.”

        “We will Nialler. Me and you can come up with an alternative,” Zayn says. I don’t know if he’s telling me this just so I don’t get upset again or what but I believe him.

        “Thank you Z,” I mumble, his back rubbing making me drowsy.

        “You’re welcome Nialler, now get  some rest.”

        I don’t protest that.

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A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand my chapters just keep getting shittier and shittier...smh :/