The Side You Don't Hear (1D)

Chapter 19

Sorry for any mistakes!  I wanted to update but I didn't want to proof read:)

Harry's POV

                "Ms. Lane?" I asked, peeping through the bedroom door when things had gone quite.  I didn't know exactly what had happened, but I had heard Liam's voice yelling Louis' name, and then sirens a few minutes later.  I could only assume that the noise I had heard before was Lou getting hurt, and as much as I wish I could have helped, I knew that doing so wouldn't end well. 

                "Out here, sweetie," Ms. Lane answered me.  I slowly walked out, Tony still in my arms, and saw her standing by the window, peering the curtains and still holding the baseball bat.  "It's all clear out there now, you should head out while you still can."  She continued, not meeting my eyes.

                "What happened?" I asked, honestly curious.

                "I took care of it," she stated simply, closing the curtain and walking towards me, placing a hand on my arm, "But you really need to go." She started pushing me towards the door, but followed me into my own apartment next door.  I was still slightly in shock from having my best friends chase after me, so Ms. Lane started packing things up for Tony and I.

                "You hurt him," It wasn't a question, but it sounded like one.  She answered me without even looking away from the bag she was filling with baby clothes.

                "Yes," she answered simply.

                "Did you...kill him?" I choked the last few words out, closing my eyes tight trying not to cry.  I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer, but she answered me anyways.

                "Maybe.  I don't think I hit him quite that hard."  Ms. Lane said, shrugging at the end like it meant nothing.  That made me furious.

                "How can you care so little about possibly taking someone's life?!" I practically yelled in her face, but it didn't scare her a bit.

                "A woman has to do what she has to do.  How do you think I became a widow?" she held a completely straight face, waiting for her words to sink in.  She had killed her own husband.  That's why she could be so unremorseful about this entire situation, but she didn't know how much that boy meant to me.  By the time I had snapped out of it, she had packed everything Tony and I would need to head out and find a new place to live immediately, but I was still standing in the middle of the room.

                "Harry, it's time to go," Ms. Lane said.  I nodded and started walking towards the door, but only made it two steps before what she said clicked in my head.

                "Did you just... call me Harry?" I asked, completely flabbergasted.  She cracked a smile and nodded.

                "I did.  I knew who you were the entire time."  she responded.  I knew what I wanted to ask, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.  She sensed this and answered my unspoken words; kind of.  "I can't tell you how or why, or any details really, but I was here to keep an eye on you.  That's all you need to know.  Now go, you're running out of time."

                My mouth was probably still hanging out of my mouth when she slung a bag on each of my shoulders and once again pushed me out of the room.  I couldn't dwell on this any longer, so I shook it off, turned, and ran for the stairs, making it down in record time.  Pulling up my hood and hugging Tony close, I slow to an average looking pace and make my way to the train station, prepared to buy a ticket to the next train out of here, no matter where it goes.