Agents | hs (SLOW UPDATES)

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Ambers POV

I sobbed in Harry's arms for what it felt like hours. I felt so lost. I felt alone, like the only thing keeping me connected to the real world was his tight grip around me. I was so stupid. I let my emotions control me, I could have let the people around me down or put them in danger.

"Amber." I hear Harry softly whisper.

I sniff and pull closer against his chest.

"Amber." He repeats and I reluctantly look up into his mesmerising eyes. "What happened back there."

I shake my head. "It doesn't matter." I sniff, but he looks down at me hardly.

"Amber, you should tell me." He raises an eyebrow at my wrecked face.

"Its none of your business." I tell him but he still doesn't budge.

"You know you can tell me anything." He whispers softly and I sigh

"Fine. I'll tell you everything."

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(FLASHBACK)

I chuckle to myself as I note down the amount of time i just spent driving, adding a couple more minutes. Hopefully i would get my full licence soon. I quickly check instagram while in the car, before getting out and locking it.

Everything was so quiet. I'm surprised I couldn't hear the yells of my dad and older brother at the rugby on the T.V. Or maybe the horrible singing of my mum while she cooks dinner. I dismissed any thoughts and continued inside. But as soon as I opened the door I knew something was wrong.

A picture of me and my brother when we were three was shattered on the floor, and the south african hand-made vase that my mum took special care of was in billions of pieces on the floor.

"Mum? Dad?" I yelled, but there was no reply. "Jake?" I continued walking cautiously into the living room when I heard something in the kitchen. I froze, but started to walk towards the noise. When I peeked inside, I saw a figure at the sink, washing his hands. I gasped when I realised he was cleaning off blood.

He heard my gasp and turned with a sly smile on his face, his blue eyes piercing right into me and his messy blonde hair creating a permanent image in my head. He raised an eyebrow at my shocked face, then sprinted. Within a second he was out of the house. I swore for being so stupid. I could've asked him something.

'But maybe nothing has happened, maybe he cut himself and let himself in and your parents and brother are out. He might've knocked some things over and was too scared to say sorry, so he sprinted.' A voice inside my head told me positively, but the negative feeling was something I couldn't shake off.

I continued through the suddenly messy house, back into the lounge room. And when I walk in. I almost died.