They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 10

I wasn't even mad that Harry lied about what happened to my face but I couldn't help but stare at him when he said the word "gang". I was so confused. Why didn't Mark tell me about this "gang", I mean we did date for almost a year. Harry snapped his fingers in front of my face and I snapped out of my trance.

"How did you know about that?" I questioned as I removed my stare from his beautiful face. 

"So you did know about this?" Harry responded not answering my question. 

"I never said that!" I yelled defensively. He soothed me by rubbing my back in circles. 

"Ok..Ok.. And I knew about it because I know two lads that are involved in this same gang," Harry whispered under his breath. I nodded while Harry pulled up two pictures on his phone and edited them to be next to each other as one picture.

"Have you ever seen either of these two around Mark and you at all?" Harry stated raising his voice slightly at the end of the sentence. I stared at the picture deeply. One half was of a tall fellow with light brown hair that was back in a quiff. It is shorter than that Louis boys but longer than the sides of the other boy in the picture. They both has brown twinkling eyes and large eye brows. The other boy had black hair that was short on the sides and longer in the middle. The middle was also in a quiff but it seemed to look like he spent an hour perfecting it. I really concentrated and I recognized them somehow. 

"Uh. Yes, I think Mark brought them to my house once when we were dating. Wait are they dangerous?" I demanded handing Harry back his phone. 

"They could be. Have you ever seen them any other places?" Harry commented taking my hand and kissing me on the cheek gently making sure not to touch my bruise. I shook my head no but there images are now implanted into my memory under the "bad do not talk to" section. I tried to clear my head and listen to the instructions that Harry was giving to me on what to do if I ever saw them. I caught one part about not conversing in a conversation with either of them nor Mark until he has a security system put into my house. I nodded agreeing with the terms. 

"Aubree, you may go home now if you are feeling up to it." A doctor said through the curtain. I looked at Harry and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I tried to stand up but before my feet could touch the ground I was swung into Harry's strong arms carrying me over to the wheel chair near the entrance of our small blocked off room. I did not argue with riding in the wheel chair because I did not feel like passing out from walking to the car. Even though I hated all of the eyes on me.

Harry needed to bend over in order to push the wheel chair across the hallway. It smelt of clean and fresh scents. We reached the automatic doors and I tried standing up but I was caught by Harry and was placed into bridal style in his arms. I rested my pounding head on his chest. My head moved with every breath of hair he took while walking over to his car that was brought to the entrance by one of the male nurses. 

Harry handed him a ten and placed me gently in the car being extra cautious of my eye and wrist. He looked around closing my door and walking around the front where he got in and took one last look before closing his door.

"Paranoid?" I asked while giving him a quizzical look.

"Paranoid is an understatement...." Harry whispered gently kissing me on the lips. I was satisfied with his answer so I fell quiet and listened to the radio, trying to clear my head of all that had happened today. 

We reached my house and I realized I didnt have my keys when we reached the door. I tried the knob once to find it open.

"I could have swore I locked it." I mumbled to myself, trying to jog my memory. 

"It's okay you must have just forgotten. Not a big deal just let me go in first." Harry stated letting his British accent roll off his tongue. I nodded and let him enter first. 

Harry turned looking into the living room with me following close behind him. I held his hand, a little nervous to what we might find in my house. Harry tossed his phone onto the counter sitting in the kitchen.I figured it was safe so, I rounded the corner to the other side of the island. I looked at Harry with my back to the kitchen table. I saw Harry's face go blank and I turned to see two people sitting at my kitchen table contently, with smirks coated on their faces.