RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝟕

Harry's POV.

"If she didn't kill him then how did he end up in the house?" I heard Angelo's curious voice making me feel irritated.

"I don't care" I gritted the words out still looking in the direction Alana left.

I saw the disappointment in her eyes.

She is disappointed in me.

I mean she is disappointed in all of us, especially me.

After all, we are her friends and I am her boyfriend we were supposed to have a little more trust and faith in her.

Instead, we all just assumed that when she started the fire she killed Dominic.

And honestly, I wouldn't care.

I wouldn't care if she did kill him. He deserved to die.

"I wanted to make him pay for what he did to me and Aria. I wanted to make him pay for everything so bad but I couldn't go through it because of the thought of you hating me for this, Harry"

I have already hidden so much from you, hurt you so much. I didn't want to add me being a murderer on top of it, I didn't want you to hate me

Her words kept ringing in my ears.

How can I make this girl understand that I could never hate her? No matter what happens, especially for something like this.

If she would have killed him then I would be even happy, that she did what was needed to be done for her survival.

"But, aren't you curious what happened after she left? How did Dominic end up at the front of the house, burned like hell that it was hard to recognize his body?" I turned my glare to Angelo.

This guy is seriously getting in my head.

"As I said, I don't give a fuck how Dominic ended up dead..." I moved into the kitchen trying to find something to eat.

"Wait, we didn't eat anything that means Alana hasn't eaten anything yet...Ugh," I mumbled to myself moving around the kitchen to find something I could cook and be edible too.

Once I found the pancake batter, I read the instructions given on the box and started to follow, I can feel everyone's eyes on me but instead of saying anything, I decided to just ignore them and continued doing what I was doing.

I think the batter is too thin.

I was about to put more of the batter from the box when Kiara stopped me throwing a nasty glare at me.

"You want to burn my kitchen down?" I shook my head at her and gave her a confused look "Then how many times do I have to tell you don't cook anything here, you are allowed to eat in my kitchen but not cook"

"I am trying to make something for Alana...We have been sleeping for hours now and didn't eat anything" I shrugged innocently.

"Again. Get out of my kitchen!" she motioned her head towards where everyone is sitting at the counters and outside of the kitchen.

I sighed dramatically and stomped my foot on the ground like a child. Kiara looked at me with an unimpressed look making me instantly sit next to Niall.

"Umm, Harry...Have you guys done talking about everything ?" I turned my gaze to Aria, thinking how to respond to that.

"We did, actually...But now I don't know" She is mad at me now, I just hope she is not mad enough to stop talking or avoiding me once again.

I can't go any more second away from her.

"She will come around," she said assuredly giving me a soft smile "Anyways, I guess you are gonna spend the night with her, won't you?"