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

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Harry's POV:

Pulling Louis into a hug, we quickly embrace before he greets Liam just the same. Walking over to the centre of the room, we stare at the blueprints laid out of the abandoned warehouse.

"Wanna tell us why you called us here on such short notice?" I ask him, watching as he removes a flask out of his jacket pocket and takes a long swig.

"I have good news." he says swallowing the liquid and I raise my eyebrows in question.

"Well, what is it?" I ask annoyed.

"Slow your roll, we have time." he pulls out a chair, planting himself in it before crossing his arms and giving us his undivided attention.

"Jesus, you guys need to relax. I can practically feel the anxiety in the air." he chuckles but Liam and I remain impassive, impatient to hear what he called so eagerly last night to tell us.

"First things first. Show me the money." he leans onto his knees and Liam and I share a look.

Unlocking the safe I had built into the wall, I punch in the code and hear it click open. After locking it back up, I place the two large, black duffel bags at Louis' feet. Placing his drink on the table he bends down and unzipping the bag, bills after bills are exposed. Four million dollars of clean cash lay there at his disposal and for his services.

"Like we agreed. Four million in cash, all clean and good to go." Picking up a stack of ten thousand dollars, he flips through it and I watch as hundred dollar bills fly by.

He stares at the block of cash in his hand for several seconds before tossing it back into the bag, zipping it, and pushing it back in my direction.

"I don't get it." I tell him and he stands up fixing his suit.

"This is for Avery isn't it?" he questions and I can feel both Liam and myself freeze.

"What did you say?" I ask him calmly, feeling my hand begin to drift to the gun hidden in the waste band of my pants.

"Avery Davis? Or do you know her by Haven?" he asks innocently and I can feel my resolve begin to crumble, more so snap.

Grabbing the collar of his perfectly pressed suit, I throw him down onto the metal table, the blueprints flying to the floor around us. "How do you know that name?" I yell in his face, my hand having made their way around his neck and I watch as his expression morphs into one of shock and fear.

"I'm the one who helped her change it." he chokes out quickly, his hands held up in surrender.

"What?" I questions, my grip on his neck loosening.

"I'm the one who helped give her a new identity. That was all me." he spits out his face turning blue.

"Harry, let him speak." Liam's voice comes from behind me, his hands placed on my shoulder.

This only entices me to squeeze more and I can feel the pulse beneath my fingers begin to falter. "And why should I?"

"Because technically he's done nothing wrong and we need him. Not to mention he can't talk if he's dead. I mean for fuck sake man he's turning into that blue kid from Willy Wonka." I don't know if it's the situation or the fact that there was someone I didn't know walking around knowing both her names.

I reluctantly let go of his neck, watching as he alternates between coughing and taking in deep breaths of air. "Sorry man. I got carried away." I apologize by helping him into a chair.

"Jesus you in love with her or what?" Louis rubs the tender area, the imprints of my fingers already staring to deepen in colour.

I give him a death glare, catching Liam holding back a smile behind me. Louis's eyes alternate between Liam and myself, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fit together.