Harry Styles
May 15th, 2014.
5:15pmI need to sleep.
My head hurts, my eyes hurt.
Everything hurts.
I headed back out to my car, Hatch was asleep on the dashboard in the perfect spot of sun.
If I went home neither of us will get any sleep and my eyes are starting to get heavier as the minutes pass.
"Psst. Hatch." I whisper, he cracks his eyes open. I pat my leg, he jumps down and onto my lap. I lean the chair back, he stands up and sits down on my chest.
The sleep clouded my senses before I could rationally think anything through.
Two car doors shutting shook me awake. Hatch grumbled beside me.
He must have moved.
Once I got a grip of where I was and what was happening I sat up and noticed Blaze was leaving.
I check the time, 5:15.
This is perfect.
"You ready for a little stakeout, buddy?" I ask Hatch.
He leans on the arm rest, looking up at me.
I kiss the top of his head, we watch her pull out of the parking lot. I wait five seconds then I follow her out.
She first drives toward an old bookstore in a more quaint and quiet part of London.
"What are you doing, Edith?" I ask myself.
Two more people who look identical to Stone, wait in front of the store for Blaze's arrival.
Hatch and I made eye contact, "I can't believe there's more." I say to him, pulling up my hoodie to cover my hair.
They hop in the backseat and drive off.
Curiously, I continue following.
Not only is there three asshats with the same fucking face, they all seem to have the same personality too. I can see the commotion from the rear window.
At one point Blaze was swerving, I slowed down creating more distance between us.
They ended up stopping at a restaurant, the three kids got out and walked into the building to order. I parked a few spaces away.
As the kids walk into the building Blaze steps out of the car. I watch her every move.
She looks over at me.
We make eye contact.
Shit.
I look down at Hatch trying to look busy. "Play dead." I say to him.
He looks at me like I'm the dumb one here.
"You cunt, just play dead. Make me look busy." I whisper at him. He licks my face.
"No, stupid, pretend to be dead-"
The passenger side door opens, she sits in the seat closing the door.
A gun clicks. The barrel is pressed to my head.
I freeze. Hatch looks unbothered, he gets off my lap and moves to the intruders.
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