Dépaysement (h.s)

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No perspective

Harry stares into Delilah's dark shadowed eyes in this moonlit concrete basement.

A pair of eyes he's been longing to stare into for what feels like an eternity.

"God she's so beautiful." He thinks to himself

His Delilah.

He notices some changes to her appearance, but it's her.

"You know how absolutely insane you are to be here right now don't you?" Delilah breaks the deafening silence.

Harry shrugs, taking slow strides towards her as he speaks. "Call me crazy sure."

She sarcastically laughs, "I can kill you at any second."

Harry's eyebrows furrow—mere inches away from her now, "Would you?"

Her arms cross, "If there's one thing you can bet on, bet on that." Her raspy voice travels.

Harry takes one last step—breaking the distance standing right in front of her, as close as he can be. He lowers his head to meet her face to face and narrows his dark eyes— tilting his head he says, "I'd like to see you try."

Delilah's teeth grit, he sees the anger quickly cascading her face. Her body tenses with rage.

"Now." Harry's voice raises.

Delilah's eyebrows furrow with confusion.

Loud and fast steps come down the stairs, a shadow coming full force from behind.

She turns around at the sounds, letting out a gasp as a chloroform cloth is thrown in the air and meets Harry's hands. He grasps her arms and pulls her against his chest, the cloth meeting her face. She tries to fight it, flailing her legs—hitting her elbows against his ribcage.

One.

Two.

Three.

"She's out." He speaks.

She falls limp against Harry's body. Her legs almost give out under her but he catches her in time.

Zayn stands at the bottom of the steps out of breath staring at Delilah unconscious in Harry's arms, "Need me to grab her legs?"

He shakes his head, "I got her." He picks her up and carries her in his arms.

Zayn leads the way up the stairs and through the house, opening the front door for them and locking it behind him.

The car that they hid up the street so she wouldn't catch them is now parked in front of the house, headlights blinding them as they wall towards it.

Niall and Jade step out of the driver and back seat, "Is she okay?!" Jade immediately asks, running up to Harry to take a look at his girl in his arms.

He nods, "Yep, just rather unconscious at the moment. Help with the door?"

Jade opens the back door and Harry lays Delilah gently into the car across the seats, "She should be out for about an hour. It was a strong dose." Niall claims, opening the driver door and getting into the car.