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

50

TW: Death

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Harry's POV:

I pull up to the warehouse per Malcolm's request and am surprised when I find him already waiting outside to greet me.  He'd called me about an hour ago telling me that there was something we needed to discuss. . .something we do very often, so I didn't think anything of it.

I don't pay any mind so with the gun I've have hidden in the waistband of my jeans I get out to meet him. But though I've been here time and time again, and talked to him very often since I started feeding him information about Haven, this time just feels different.

He's never greeted me before.

"Everything ok?" I ask him.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" he smiles and that all I needed to see.

Something isn't right.

"Why'd you call me." I walk through the door which he's holding open for me. This man is not one for manners so the action alone has the hair's on the back of my neck standing up.

"No reason, I just have a surprise for you." he pats my back when walking into stride with me.

I nod my head as he guides me to the familiar room where he keeps Zayn. But when he opens the door the room is. . .empty.

"Where's the guy?" I ask calmly as if I couldn't care less.

"Oh he's around here somewhere." he waves me off and takes a seat at the metal table in the middle of the room before indicating for me to take a seat as well.

We sit in silence and even with the lack of noise, I can see the amusement hidden behind his lifeless eyes. "Tell me why I'm here Malcolm." I lean back, crossing my hands over my chest.

"We're here to play a game." he tells me typing something on his phone.

"Well, we all know how you love games. So please, enlighten me on what game we are playing." His eyes look up to meet mine, a smile playing on his lips before he sets his phone face down on the table.

Not even a couple seconds later the door creeks open and my heart stops dead in my chest. Time slows to an impossible pace when I watch the love of my life and the closest thing I have to a sister being dragged into the room. The men roughly drop them not 5 feet away from me and for the first time in my long and dreadful life I understand true and utter fear.

I can't even comprehend what I'm seeing but all I know is that the walls are closing in around me and the world is crumbling so fast it's threatening to crush me. I can barely see their faces with all the blood and bruises covering every inch I can see and I don't even want to imagine the damage done to the places I can't.

My eyes meet Malcolms and I can't stop myself from launching across the table in an attempt to grab him. I'm gonna kill him.

"You fucking son of a bitch." I don't make it too far when a completely new set of guards pull me back and pin to the chair. I struggle against them, fighting and yelling at him to let me go.

"I'm gonna kill you, you fucking hear me. You pathetic piece of shit, if you harm another hair on their heads I'm-" I yell, fighting my hardest against their hands.

"You're gonna what? Tell me fourteen what are you going to do?"  he question as the two guards zip tie my ankles and wrists against the chair, making it impossible for me to move.