Partners In Crime

Chapter 18: Shot

-Holmes Chapel, London

Lanna’s P.O.V.

We’ve been walking for what seemed like hours. Zayn refuses to give up and I know without him, I can’t possibly find my own way home. Damn it all. I breathed out a cold shaky breath. It was freezing out here. At what extent would they go for this best friend who ditched them for years?

“Zayn, I need to use the loo.” I said.

Zayn looked at me and sighed. “I’m sorry to have kept you out here for so long. There’s a public toilet here somewhere, or would you rather we asked someone if we could use their toilet…?”

I shook my head at him. “Definitely no need to ask for permission. I think the public toilet is fine.”

“Cool.” Zayn nodded and he began to lead the way. A minute later, we stop at a toilet booth (is this how you even call it?). I gave Zayn a reassuring nod and walked in. It was small and tiny, but not something I can’t adapt to.

Truthfully, I didn’t even want to use the loo.

I just want to run away from Zayn. I don’t mind getting lost as long as it’s somewhere else without him. It all came back to the fact that I dislike Harry and I sure as hell not going to search for him for another hour. I looked at the back of the small booth. No exit. Shit, now how am I going to get out without getting seen?

God seemed to have answered my question when I heard Zayn talking on the phone outside.

“You found him? Where? Just make sure that it’s him and I’ll go get Lanna, alright? I know, man. I know. If he’s fine, why wouldn’t he come home?...” the questions seemed to be pooling out of his mouth like a waterfall. Weirdly, I feel jealous of Harry. He had friends who worries for his safety, who cares about his whereabouts, while I only have heard these questions from people who were supposed to do their job.

I snapped out of my ridiculous thoughts and slipped through the door. Once I saw that Zayn wasn’t looking, I ran.

* * *

Okay, so maybe running away was a bad idea.

Not that I regret it, but I think I’ve seen the same house twice. I’m definitely in deep shit now. My feet makes a crunching noise as I walked down the dimly lit street.

I heard footsteps behind me.

Taking a look back, I noticed that there was a flicker of movement behind me, at a alley I just passed by. I didn’t take a good look into that alley, because I’m pretty darn sure that isn’t the way home.

Curiosity led me to retrace my steps towards the alley. I peeked through the corner of the wall and saw a few men talking.

“This’ll teach you not to fuck with us.”

“Yeah, who did you think you are anyways, huh, boy?”

“Get your sorry ass up and cry your way home to mummy now, will you?”

The three men sounded gruff and intimidating. One of them stepped backwards, leading me to have a better look at them. He looks fat, but I would say muscles after taking another look. He still had hair but they were mostly covered in shades of grey and white now. He’s wearing a suit so this means that he isn’t just another thug off the street. These type of men work for someone, but who?

The other two men back up as well. They seemed younger than the first guy, one short and the other tall. The first guy spat at the ground and continued to observe their ‘victim’ who wasn’t making any sound. That person couldn’t be a girl, for they would’ve…screwed her already. Also, they called that person ‘boy’ which means that he can’t possibly be old. As far as I know, men like these, don’t beat the shit out of children, so no to that either.