Colorblind [h.s]

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Trust is usually described as a firm belief in someone else's character.

I knew from the moment I encountered the five boys that I was in for a ride, whether it was good or bad. The demeanor of all of them is controlling and fearless. Harry is the epitome of that.

Having strangers tell you that you're going to be joining them in criminal activity is never normal- but apparently it does happen.

After spending a few weeks with them, I was certain of three things.

First, they weren't bad people. Yes, they do bad things, but they're not bad people.

Second, they have a threshold for caring. It seems like they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves, but when I stuck my nose where it didn't belong and put myself in danger, they decided to give me some sort of protection rather than letting whoever I sparked a fire in get to me.

And third, they were trustworthy. No matter what they've done to me or put me through, I know that when it comes down to it, they won't let anything bad happen to me.

The first two still ring true as of today.

I jump out the car before Niall can even turn it off, running to the front door and banging on it as hard as I can. Zayn answers, saying something that I can't hear. My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding so loud it feels like it's shaking my entire body.

I push past him and storm down the long corridor, noticing a pistol on one of the tables lining the hall. Without letting myself think twice, I grab it and tuck it in the back of my pants.

I come face to face with the tall wooden doors enclosing the dining room. I stare for a moment, beginning to question my actions.

Don't think, Violet.

I push them open, revealing Harry working on his computer. His head is down and his brows are furrowed, focusing on his task at hand. He looks up at my presence as I walk in slowly, feeling my confidence waiver ever so slightly.

For a brief moment, I just stare at him.

I know that once I say my piece, things are going to change forever between us. This secret he clearly has been keeping has the power to destroy me, and he knows it. I have somewhat of an idea of what he's going to say, but I need to hear it come from him. I need to know why. It just doesn't feel real.

Knowing that there's lies and deceit regarding me makes me want to demand the final truth and shed light on what I clearly am not filled in on. I know my time is up.

Say something, Violet.

"I went into your room," I begin, taking deep breaths to keep myself calm. "Found a box in your closet. I don't think I have to tell you what was in it."

My demeanor is bold, kicking off this conversation strongly.

"Wh-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"I know we knew each other, a long time ago. I- I can kind of remember it now. Seeing the photos pulled a trigger in my brain I think, and I- bu- but why do you have that? Why- why didn't you tell me we knew each other? What the fuck is going on?"