Vigilante | H.S.

89 | Associate

August 30th.

Harry Styles

"Well if it isn't Mr Harry fucking Styles."

I stared at the fucking idiot with the big eyes and the stupid ass goofy smile on his face when he opened the door to his apartment. Even just looking at him pissed me off, there was something about him, his face that made me want to punch him square in the jaw.

"Kieran." I greeted him with a monotone voice, already pissed off by him and his existence.

After the call with Diana this morning, hearing her voice for the first time in two weeks, I had convinced myself I had a chance to find her. We were no closer, besides knowing she was in the city. At least she was still in the city. She was close.

But I was so fucking scared for her. Because I kept hearing her scream over and over again in my head. Her screaming in fear, like she was begging for her life. They were torturing her, I knew what they did to the girls, I fucking saw it with my own eyes when I went to that warehouse with Liam. It killed me to know that was what she was going through, every night I would try and force myself to sleep so I could function, But if I closed my eyes, I could just see that image of her being chained to a bed, starved, drugged, tortured.

I was willing to do anything to get her back home.

Kieran seemed to be our only option right now.

He knew everything there was to know about Stefan, he was his main associate. And after what he had already told me, I knew he was at least somewhat protective over his sister. So I could only hope he was willing to help us find her instead of being a disgusting cunt like his father. Kieran had to know where she was, he had to have some idea.

I didn't trust him. But Liam did, so I had to be fucking dragged along to see this asshole.

"What could have possibly brought you here?" Kieran was standing in the doorway to his apartment with one hand on the door, another hand on his hip with that fucking annoying smile on his face, "Is it my lucky day today?"

"I'm not in the mood for this shit." I stared at him, already regretting the fact that I had come here. I didn't want to be in the same room as him. He could only talk so much before I was gonna shoot him in the face.

"You're never in the mood for anything," Kieran huffed, rolling his eyes.

It was only Louis and me here. Liam was sorting some shit out with the CIA, and Zayn was watching Donut, even though I told him he would be fine on his own. I knew that Zayn just didn't want to deal with this annoying asshole, so thought of an excuse to stay home.

I pushed past Kieran in the doorway, I knew he was still working close with Stefan, and I was about to rip his apartment apart until I found anything that could tell me where Diana was. I needed something, something to point me in the direction of where I could find my daisy. I needed to find her today.

Kieran only blinked a few times, looking between me and Louis when we barged into his apartment. It was a pretty small apartment considering the amount of money I knew Kieran had. He was more than capable of owning a bigger place. It wasn't decorated either, there were no family pictures, things on the wall, anything personal anywhere. Kinda like my apartment before dais moved in. I liked it so much more now, her paintings hung up on the wall no matter how much she protested against it, her plants that were barely alive, the little piles of her things in every room that only grew every day. Only with her was that apartment a home. And I needed her to come home, because it was nothing without her there.

"Sure, feel free to come in," Kieran said sarcastically since we were already inside his apartment. I had begun rummaging through the drawers in his coffee table that were filled with mountains of paperwork. "Make yourself at home."