Dire {h.s.}

12

Harry Styles

"No! You're not going to kill them!" she screams, but I cut her off by slamming my palm to her mouth to keep her quiet. If they hear us out here, game over.

I can see the tears forming in her eyes. Why the fuck is she already crying?

She rips my hand off her mouth, uncomfortable.

I take a step away from her.

"I can't let you guys do that!" she whines through her tears, "It's wrong!"

Louis grabs a hold of her shoulder and forces her to face him, "Get a fucking grip! If you want to get sick and die with frostbite then be my fucking guest! But this is the only choice we have."

She sucks in her next cry and sniffles, "O-Okay, just please d-don't make me do it." She begs, "I can't."

Why the fuck would we make her participate? She can't hurt a fly.

"You won't, I swear." Louis says, calming his voice down. I don't know how he does it.

I clear my throat from behind them, "but you need to keep your mouth shut as we do it, and not run off either."

She nods in agreement, "I promise to not run away."

"Good."

Louis and I create a plan, step-by-step, in order to do this fast and discreetly. The less blood the better.

Step one, Louis will knock on the door and make up a shit story on how he's lost. Hopefully, with the cold weather, he'll be let in for warmth as Ava and I wait outside.

Step two, I'll leave Ava standing near the front of the house and I will go around the back of the house and wait at the kitchen window for Louis to grab a knife.

The final step, I listen to every scream and plead from our victims as Louis kills each and every one of them. Once he's done, he'll come to the window and assure me that he's ready for me to help him drag the bodies outside.

Ava can't see anything, it would scar her for life. I don't care about her, but we can't bring a traumatized product back to him.

Hopefully, she doesn't fuck this up for us, or we'll be sleeping outside tonight.

Ava Manakova

"You will wait here until I come back for you, is that clear?" Harry says, his eyes searching mine for any plans I might be concocting.

I just want to be warm, I'm starting to not feel my toes.

I'm sure there's a kinder way to do this, possibly even ask them, but the criminals can't be seen. I'll cling onto this guilt for the rest of my life, that is if I live past this weather.

I nod at him, trying to reassure him that I'm not planning on escaping or anything.

"Use your words, Ava," he urges.

"Yes, I promise to stay here until you come back."

He gives me a single stern nod before him and Louis depart into their separate ways. I don't know their plan, all I know is the instructions that I have been given.

Stand here.

Don't move.

Wait for Harry.

Louis Tomlinson

I've been given the hardest job. By the amount of stickers on the car, I'd say we have five victims on my hands tonight. Harry offered to do it, but with his terrifying eyes, it's better for me to go. They'll open the door to me, they'll trust me enough to let me inside. If Harry takes my place, they'll immediately call for the police.