Abditory [H.S]

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TRIGGER WARNING: violence, guns and blood.

I'm sorry <333 *forehead kisses*

Harry Styles

"You do realize that's torture, right?" I state, entering the company once again with Zayn, he seems more relaxed about this than I am, it worries me.

'Abditory was made for a good cause.' Is what Marie spills all the time around us, yet, I just went in their special rooms and found out about the causes they so like to call helpful.

"They came to us for help, they were expecting what'll come for them. They approved. So no, it's not torture." He responds, entering his office.

"You're using these young boys for your own purpose like some..little puppets. It's disgusting." I shake my head.

"They're being trained like normal soldiers. We need them as much as they need us. They're all over the age of 18 if that's what you're worried about." He sits down normally, ready to discuss our next 'plan' like what I just witnessed was completely normal.

"Eighteen is basically seventeen." I furrow my eyebrows. "They're children with messed up lives and you're taking advantage of their vulnerability."

"Oh yeah? Does that make you a child as well?" Zayn turns his head towards me. "I didn't see you complain when you were working your ass off at fourteen years old with Hala in your dad's garage."

"That's different. And don't you dare call him my dad. That piece of shit doesn't deserve to be a father." I stand in front of his desk as he looks up at me.

"How is that different?" He asks for elaboration. "You were on George's side for years in order to aid your family. These children are doing the same."

"You're using them-"

"And they aren't using us for our resources?" Zayn questions. "We're giving them free food and shelter-"

I scoff. "You sound like a parent."

"All they have to do is fight for us!"

"In exchange of their lives!?" I raise my voice at him, seeming to be the only one with the brain here.

"I don't expect you to understand." Zayn presses his hands together on the table, sighing. "But I hope you stay silent about this. I showed you what we truly do because you've become a part of it."

"I would never encourage the shit you do. You're fucking crazy." I shake my head at him, ready to leave. I've been with him since the morning because he's been trying to 'explain' but I'm not helping him.

"Did you read your contract, Harry?" Zayn tilts his head at me, making my breath jump. "Because I didn't see you question a single thing when you handed it in fully signed."

"I made Hala read it." I admit.

"Well, you clearly need a better assistant."

A knock on the door interrupts our coversation, revealing Marie behind it as she walks in with her heals clicking. She's wearing a suit and it's like, 28° C outside, I wonder how she isn't boiling under there.

"Thought I'd find you here." She says as she stands over Zayn's computer, confusing the both of us as she turns it in her direction and starts typing in something.

"Why are you checking the cameras?" Zayn asks her as he furrows his eyebrows, looking at his screen.

"Styles' cabin has been attacked."

"What?" I rush over to their side, feeling my heart skip a beat in worry at what happened when I was gone. There's no way they've been possibly attacked, no one knows where we live.