Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 49

My ears are ringing, my heart is pounding. No matter how many times I shoot a gun, it always sends a slight panic through my body. I shot it close range and I can't hear. I can only see the hectic chaos in front of me.

He isn't a janitor. No janitor punches his boss' son, knocking him out cold. I knew he looked out of place since the beginning. I just didn't want to assume the worst. Why would a guy like that work as a janitor? Now I know it was all to get Harry.

My hearing is slowly starting to come back and the man's screams start to flood my ears. I shot him. He pulled out a gun and I slapped it out of his hand. We fought over it and I had to kick him back as I crawled to reach the gun. He was lunging towards me so I shot him. I didn't check my aim, I just pulled the trigger.

When I saw him fall to the ground I grabbed my phone and called Zayn. Now that my hearing is back I can hear Zayn repeatedly calling out my name in a frantic state.

"Send backup quickly! Police and ambulance! I think Harry might have a concussion." I stand with my legs apart, my hands shakily gripping the gun in my hands, pointed at the screaming janitor. "Me? I'm fine. Hurry up!"

The man keeps cursing in a foreign language. It doesn't take much to figure out he isn't saying anything nice.

"Jane what did you do? Who's screaming?" Zayn frantically asks.

"I shot him." I pant, "He was coming at me so I shot him!"

"Where'd you shoot him?" His voice is still full of frantic panic.

"I shot him in the dick!" I blurt out.

"Nice." I could picture Zayn's smile if my mind wasn't racing with a million things.

"Get here quick!" I yell at him, "We're on Harry's floor!"

We were about to go home. Harry and I were walking to the elevator when the janitor caught us off guard. I ignored the wave of doubt as we turned our backs to him. I heard his footsteps getting closer and closer. By the time I looked over to see him pulling back his closed fist, the only thing I could do was yell at Harry. When Harry fell to the ground I punched the guy straight in the jaw. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and I smacked it away. It slid on the ground and both of us fought over it.

He kneed my stomach and my lip is cut up but the adrenaline I have right now makes it hard to notice. I kicked his hand away managed to get the gun. I didn't want to shoot him but I had no choice. He was coming towards me.

I keep my gun pointed at the man, our eyes holding the deep eye contact. His eyes seem heartless. His soul seems empty. His eyes are piercing green like Harry except they're lighter. Even with a light eye color, he looks empty. No emotion behind those eyes.

"You work for André, don't you?" I spit out, my voice coming out smoothly.

He doesn't speak. He stays quiet, his lips curving into a slight smirk. I start to hear Harry groaning from where he knocked out but I can't look away. I'm still staring at the man in front of me, my hands gripping his gun tightly.

"We've had our eyes on you too, Jane. I'm sure they'll love to hear how close you and Harry have gotten." He's still smirking at me, his voice sending chills through my body.

My heart drops, my blood runs cold. I cock the gun, pointing it towards him again.

"You won't do it." He teases, "You can't kill the only source close to danger."

"Shut up!" I yell.

He's about to speak again but Harry's groans interrupt him. We both look over at Harry who continues squirming and groaning. I rush over to him, tucking the gun in my waistband.