Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty Nine: Endgame

"Mr. Horan, how nice of you to join us," Anne says with a smirk as the burly guard shoves me forward. I yelp as I catch myself with my sprained ankle.

I look around the room and catch Harry's worried eyes immediately. None of the boys look surprised that I'm here, they're all just sitting around the table calmly.

I give them confused stares because they're not injured and they are all sitting freely, not bound by ropes or anything of the sort. There's only one guard in the room as well.

"What's going on?" I ask.

Anne gives me a smile, "We were just talking about how poor your boys' planning skills are. I noticed you and my son right when you walked through my doors," she turns to Louis, Liam, and Zayn, "You three were unnoticed...until you all came up here that is."

She holds a wicked smirk on her face and I see the boys gulp, "We were waiting on you Mr. Horan. How's that ankle?"

I don't say anything but I finally notice the large TV screen on the wall. There are many small boxes, each of them a different camera in the building.

They've been watching us.

"Now down to business," Anne claps her hands together, "Harry, tell me why you and all of your little friends are here."

"To take all of this down," he narrows his eyes at her.

"All of my hard work? This payed for eighteen years of your life Harry. You should be grateful."

"Grateful? Gemma may believe your bullshit lies, but I never will. You've killed and hurt so many innocent people for your own personal gain. You're no mother to me and you never will be. You are a poor excuse for a human being," Harry spits at her.

Anne seems unfazed by Harry's outburst.

She simply asks her next question, "Why are you alive?"

"What do you mean?" Liam speaks up.

"I specifically asked for the blue pill to be in your room when you went in that would kill you," she says simply.

The boys and I are dumbfounded. How could a mother talk so easily about plotting to murder her only son? It's absolutely disgusting.

"I guess I'm just lucky," Harry replies, "Why did you want to kill me?"

"Did? Oh my son, I still plan on killing you. And your little friends too. But to answer your question, you were just like your father when you were a little boy, and just like your father, you never liked my job. I know that he would tell you about it, how it was no good for the people. You were good at hiding it, but not as good as I am at finding things out," she explains, "It was easy to kill your father. A little tampering with his car made it look like an accident. We told them that you were in that car too, that's why no one knows about you still being alive."

Harry is glaring at his mother so hard and his jaw is clenched so tightly that it looks like he could probably break his teeth. His eyes are red and I can tell that he's trying not to cry.

"You killed my father," his voice is thick with emotion and it makes me want to cry for him, "Why not just kill me then?"

"I couldn't do that to your sister. I figured with all of the drugs and trouble you were getting yourself into that it would just happen to kill you. And if that didn't then the pill should've done the trick."

"You sick bitch," I speak up, a few tears falling down my face.

Anne nods at the guard who twists my arm painfully behind my back and he kicks at my injured leg which causes my leg to buckle. I yell as my arm is popped from its socket.

Harry is out of his chair in an instant. He tackles the burly man and the two fall to the ground to wrestle. I fall to my knees and am frozen in pain.

No one moves, we are all shocked. Harry doesn't stand a chance.

He does however, land a few punches to the man's face before they are wrestling again. I see Anne's body guard reaching towards where his gun is holstered and I leap into action.

Having mistaken me for a righty, I use my good arm to reach behind me and I take my gun from my hiding spot. I point it at the large man and I flick the safety off. My heart is racing so fast and I can't hear anything due to the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. The two are still rolling around and I am worried that I will hit Harry.

So I do what anyone would do in this situation. I close my eyes and pull the trigger.

***

After the shot rings out it goes quiet. I open my eyes and am relieved for a moment.

Harry pushes the limp bodyguard off of him and rolls up to his knees.

It hits me then that I have just killed someone. The mans eyes are open, staring blankly at the ceiling and there is a pool of blood slowly starting to form underneath him.

I look at the gun in my hand. My hand is shaking so hard and my finger is still on the trigger. I let the gun fall from my grasp and I flinch at the loud noise it makes when it hits the ground.

I empty the contents of my stomach all over the ground in front of me. I see Anne flee the room as I'm throwing up and I close my eyes as I begin to vomit harder than before.

The other boys start to come to life and Zayn and Liam prop me up between them, being careful of my arm. I look around for Harry - my gaze avoiding the dead man - but a gunshot from the hallway answers where he is.

We make our way out to the hall - slowly for my sake - and there stands Harry. He's tossed the gun away from him and he now stares down at his dead mother.

I can't bare to look at another dead body so I squeeze my eyes shut, only to snap them open in confusion when the bell goes off, signaling that the elevator has stopped on this floor. Someone must've turned the power back on.

The doors open to reveal Gemma.

She meets Harry's gaze for a minute before moving down to her mother's lifeless body laying at his feet.

She lets out a blood curdling scream and falls to her knees next to her mother.

Harry jumps back and turns to us, panic written on his face. He runs over to us and we all start to rush away from Gemma. We need to leave and quick.

The boys head for the stairs and before we enter the stairway I spare one more glance over to her. She looks up right at the same time and I know that even through the tears that are flooding down her face that my face still registers with her.

And the door slams shut between us.

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The End.

Seriously...there's only the epilogue and it's hella short.

I'm going to post the epilogue and the Author's Note later tonight.

I was wondering if you guys would like to vote for which story I should do next? I have a ton of ideas!

Peace.

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