The Other Harry #Wattys2015

Chapter 6

-Chapter 6-

I should ask him about it. I can't ask him about it. Because I'm afraid of what he might say, about what he might not say and about what he could do to me if what Joey said is right and Harry did kill someone. Part of me tries to reassure myself that of course I can trust him; he had a gun pointed at me but he couldn't shoot it once, last night we slept close in the car and he could have done any number of things but he didn't. And he saved my life.

Perhaps a sensible person would get out out now after a bombshell like that, but when I have I ever been sensible? Besides, this...whatever it is, was a secret that Trick died for and I owe it to him to find out why.

"Morning."

Harry finds me leaning up against the car, watching the traffic go by from a lay-by out in the distance past the trees and the canal. He wipes sleepy dust from his eyes and tries to smooth out his hair, inclining his head towards the cigarette I'm holding before asking, "can I?"

"Teen idol smoking, is that allowed?" I pretend to gasp, "Think of the example you're setting to all of those young girls."

"Well I won't tell if you don't, deal?" He lets out a breathy laugh, wrapping his lips around the cigarette and taking a deep exhale, coughing a little- I can tell it's not something he does often, maybe the occasional social toke on a night out but nothing more than that. "It's been one of those weeks I suppose."

I think that must bt the understatement of the century, but it doesn't stop me feeling the need to add, "Bad for the voice though."

"It's not like I need my voice though is it...that's the other Harry's job." Harry looks wistfully out into the horizon, following the path of a few birds- too far away for me to see what kind they are. 

All at once my heart swells with pity for him. Maybe I'm too soft, too easily taken in by sad eyed boys but it's like he said- all he wanted to do was make a career out of singing. And now what is he going to do? Sing at the imposter and the people chasing us and hope that it makes them leave us alone? It seems unlikely.

I cant imagine what it would be like to wake up to find that an exact copy of you has taken away everything; your life, your family, everything you'd ever dreamed of.

Looking over at him, I force myself to smile wide and cross my arms, trying to make him feel better, "Sing for me then....go on, let's see what all of the fuss is about." I'll admit that I never watched the X Factor and whenever Chantelle would play her One Direction tracks all of the voices seemed to morph into one for me so I don't even really have a solid idea of what he sounds like. Harry turns to me, and I can see that he's thinking of something to sing- opens his mouth, and then shuts it again, shaking his head.

"We need to decide what we're going to do. We can't travel like this."

The smile falls from my face and we turn back towards the hopelessness of our situation. There's Trick's blood all over the back seat and the windscreen is shattered- we're stranded in the north really when all of our answers are back in London.

"The train..."I think of the money in the glove box.

Harry shakes his head, "I thought about it all last night, You were right- it's too risky, I'm too likely to be seen. What if Louis and uh Louis find us again? We've established that they don't care about collateral damage."

Trick, is the sound I can hear as my chest begins to ache before I sigh deeply. I know what I should suggest and hate myself for even thinking about it, after telling myself for the longest time that I was done with all of that....