The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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Unknown POV:

A cold draft wafts through the room even though there's not a single window down in this dungeon like basement. It feels like I'm suffocating and the more time I spend down here, the more I think about all that I've done. The list of my wrong doings goes one for pages, enough so that I've rightfully reserved a special spot in hell. But what I've done to Avery is by far the worst and even now I think hell is a too merciful place for me.

It's getting harder and harder to convince Malcolm that my objective hasn't changed even though I've long since stopped hating her. It's starting to show and that is a very dangerous thing, to me, to her, and even to the people that aren't involved. He is dangerous and a menace to any society, especially when it comes to her and the obsession he just can't seem to shake.

Years of hatred, of plotting, of built up rage, all wiped away in a matter of mere months, no weeks. . .some could even say days. Its was stupid of me to blame all that I did on her when we all know that there's only one person responsible for the destruction of all I knew.

I pushed myself to hate her. But when I had to constantly remind myself of what I was really fighting for, I often came up short. I'd sit back and have to think long and hard for the true reasoning behind my horrid actions. I thought the more I saw who she was everything would make sense, my anger would make sense. And it did, the anger finally found its target, so imagine my shock when it was no longer aimed at her, but myself.

She was never to blame and I wish I could go back in time and beat myself with a crowbar every time the words blame and Avery were ever thought of in the same sentence. I was so blinded by the grief, of the anger that I couldn't see farther than what was standing right in front of me. . . and that was her. My rage was fuelled by only what I could see and it clung to the first thing it could.

I used to think she was a disease infecting everything and everyone around her but now looking at her with a fresh pair of eyes I see everything much clearer now. She's the antidote, with a father who's disease runs through her veins. I couldn't blame him because he was the person in charge of whether or not I lived. So I subconsciously blamed the closest thing I could get. Even now that I've rightfully placed the blame back on him, I still can't get myself to feel more anger towards Malcolm than I do at myself.

My fault. All of it was my fault and no matter how much I've tried to justify the situation there is no other person at fault but me. I called him when I first saw her instead of letting her go like my instincts told me. I broke into her apartment and planted those devices. I'm the one who invaded her privacy and told him about Zayn. I'm the reason she's in this position and at the reminder I feel the food I ate this morning begin to come up.

I rush over to the small bathroom and heave all the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I'm fucked and I deserve all that's coming to me.

"What happened to you?" The voice of my best friend echos through the basement.

Leaning against the doorway, he looks at me with softened eyes while I rise onto shaky legs and wash my mouth out. "I'm fine." I squeeze some toothpaste onto the brush I keep here for emergencies.

He stands there watching me for several minutes before he speaks again, "You sure?" he checks in and I can't help but snap.

"I said I'm fucking fine." I yell at him, wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater. He remains silent and I instantly regret my actions.

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath and turning my head to see him I begin to apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm just feeling-"

"Guilty?" he interrupts and I shut my mouth.

"I was going to say tired, but that works to." I smile meekly but the expressions across both our faces lets me know he understands.

"You and me both." he chuckles sadly. "But we can't undo what we've already done. For now the only thing we can do is get Zayn out of there and we can figure out the rest after." we walk to the work table in the middle of the room, the blueprints of the building laid and mapped out.

"You sure you want to do this? There's a good chance we'll get killed you know." I remind him leaning onto my elbows.

"God knows you've screwed up." he laughs out causing me to roll my eyes. "But I have too. I don't know how the fuck we're supposed to fix all that we've done, but this is a start. She means something to both of us now so I can't let you go through with this alone. We owe her that."

I nod my head knowing there wasn't a chance he'd let me do this without him. Just on cue, the metal door creeks letting me know the one person we need most to pull this off just arrived.

"Harry, my man. You ready to break Zayn out?" Louis yells with a smile, his eyes locking on both Liam and I.

And so it begins.

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A/N:

Hey my lovelies,

Surprise, surprise. Harry is our unknown POV!!!! A lot of you have guessed it already but for those who haven't I hope this comes as a surprise to you. I originally wasn't going to reveal this until later on towards the end of the book but things change. I know this chapter is really short, but another one is on the way and I swear the more you read the more everything will start to makes sense.

I told you this was the beginning of the end didn't I?

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