Avarus {H.S}

//s i x//

I said I wasn't going to listen. I said I would stay out of their business and keep to myself. But, and boy do I really feel bad about this, I am in an RV with a bunch of tattooed, better than average looking men who are talking about something I'm not involved in. I just can't help myself, my mom calls me a metida because of how nosey I can be. Not to mention, they seem to know something about why I was attacked last night.

So now I'm pushing my ear as close as I can to the partially open door to hear anything I can. They are speaking so quietly I have to stop breathing to hear them. Even with that I can only hear bits and pieces of their conversation and I can not make sense of it. The words, 'fucker', 'arsehole' and 'shut up Louis', is all I've heard.

Until just now. "500 grand ... them." I know that was Niall, even though he barely spoke over a couple of decibels, I can make out his Irish accent. The next of them to speak out is harder to determine though, but a gut feeling is telling me that it's Harry. He has a deep, grumbling voice, like he's always angry. "Where?" That's another way I'm sure it's Harry, he doesn't say much when he speaks, just assumes everyone understands what he means at all times. And by the way everyone responds the way he wants, they do understand.

"Phoenix." Niall answers.

"... sure?" It's a gentler voice, either Louis or Zayn, but definitely not Harry.

Niall responds with something I can't make out, but it seems to answer the previous question fine as Harry speaks up again.

"Why do they...?" The rest is all drowned out before it can reach my ears. I wish I was up there right now, or somewhere closer because I can't understand anything when I can't hear it all.

"Killed five, none of them were his."

Killed? What the fuck? Of all the full sentences they've said and this is the one I heard. Five? Five what? Five people? Actual human people? No, I didn't hear the whole conversation, I could be getting to the wrong conclusions.

"Fucker. Is he ours?" Harry continues on, oblivious to the fact that I'm listening and spiraling from what I've just heard.

"Yeah ... today."

"Right, let's pack up."

What the fuck does that mean, ours? Who am I involved with? They know someone who has killed, they know people who are capable of murder. And now they are packing up, Niall said something about Phoenix, is that where we're going?

Are they murders? No, I'm getting ahead of myself. But, then again, are they? They could be. They know a man who has killed, they run from the police, Harry's threatened me multiple times. They've given me no reasons to believe they aren't capable of murder.

Oh fuck, am I in an RV full of murderers? Do they plan on killing me? Am I going to die here? What the fuck is happening?

Before I can even realize what's happening, I'm rushing to the bathroom, my stomach churning and threatening to spill up my massive breakfast. It's too late to try and stop it, so the minute I'm on my knees in front of the toilet, the contents of my stomach start coming back up, just as Zayn said it would.

"Vidia?" Someones talking behind me and my heart rate quickens. "You okay?" They ask. Then there's a hand grabbing my wild hair away from my face, something I didn't bother to do before I started to disgustingly vomit.

This does nothing to calm me down at all. It actually makes it worse, so quickly I'm shoving their hand away, but they won't budge and it's freaking me the fuck out. Why won't they let go? Are they going to kill me now?

"Stop, let go!" I manage to yell at them before more vomit comes up.

"No, Vidia, I'm trying to help." I have no idea who I'm speaking to, but I don't need to know. Every one of them could be a threat.