Taking Risks

N I N E : BROWN EYES

HARRY'S P.O.V.

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Somebody opened up the door of my cell.

"I brought some food for you.." It was just Margaux.

"Th-thanks.." She sat on the floor and then placed the plate in front of me. Our feet and hands are already untied, so we're almost free to do what we want to do. "Eat up, I need to take the plate back to the kitchen afterwards....

Do you mind if I stay here while you eat?.." She asked. "Ye-yeah.. I mean.. no, it's fine" I answered as I ate my meal. She's staring at me. It feels awkward at first, but what am I supposed to do even if I'm hesistant to eat in front of her? Little did I know, she might have a gun with her right now. "So, how's the 'boss'?" She asked. "He's nicer than... that guy, Matt." "Oh really?.. I never met the big guy yet" She haven't? I thought that they're working for him?

After a few minutes of silence, I finally finished my food. I drank all the water inside the water bottle then placed it right beside her. I was afraid to question her, but how can I fullfill my plan if I can't speak? "..So..." She turned her attention to me. "What does it feel like?.. Working for him..? I-I bet you're rich.." She laughed. What? "Trust me, Styles. Even if you're inside this cell, your net worth is still miles away from mine" She smiles as if she's talking to a friend. I was about to ask her another question when she spoke to me; "I would be in a cell-rather, I would be dead if I didn't take their offer a week ago.." Offer?!.. "What offer?" I asked. She glared at me for a few seconds then sighed. "I guess I should pay you information because I brought you here.." She looked down then became serious. I like where this is going. "First off, I am sincerely sorry for bringing you into this mess... I was out partying. I was drunk that night. I went to the woods because I couldn't find my only friend. There's someone who placed chlorofoam on my mouth then took me. I woke up; my hands are tied unto a pole. They picked me up, noticing that I was already awake then they let me shoot someone innocent. I tried to shoot Dmitri, but Matt held a knife on the right side of my face." I looked at the right side of her face to see a small cut above her ear. "I managed to push them away, but they got the chance to corner me then they kicked me until I couldn't fight no more...I woke up on the same place where we partied the night before. Hitchhiked, went to school. *laughs* I still have wounds to be taken care off so our teacher brought me to the hospital to sew it up.. They asked me if I could work for them slash be the bait for my friend to come back to them and pay his debts..if I wouldn't say yes, they would find and kill him.. and me, I guess." I was shocked. I thought that she was with them for quite some time now.. "The end." She looks at me then smiled. There is a slight hint of sadness flowing in her eyes. "C-can I s-see your wounds?..." I asked. I need to know if it's true..."Is it really necessary for you to see it?.." She asked with an annoyed expression. I glared at her. "Let me remind you that you-" "Alright! Alright!" Her back faced me then she lifts her shirt up. I felt embarrassed at first, because I could clearly see her bra. But fuck it.

I hovered my hands above her wounds. It was sewn up but it is still healing. There are several cuts and bruises near it too. She lets go of her grip to her shirt then she faced me again. "Why did I just let you...?.. ugh.. anyway, See you around, Styles." She waved as she went out of the door. I still wanted to talk to her.. I want to know more about her. If she went through all that, why is she acting as if she knows them a lot? Why does she keep up with their fucking plans? Why does she see them as people who could be trusted?...

AVERY'S P.O.V.

I felt a bit of Harry's warm hands on my back. It sent chills all over me. While walking back to the suite, I'm pretty sure that I'm red as a tomato.