He's Coming//H.S and Z.M

Crazy

☠EDITED☠

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July 2nd, 2028.

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Chapter 60:

Catherine's POV:

Marley laughs loudly at my joke, as she sips on her warm coffee. My phone buzzes and I look down to see someone texted me.

"Hey, what time is it?" She asks.

"7:34 pm." I reply, checking the message.

From: Harry 👻

I know you don't want to see me. But, meet me at that abandoned building off of 75th.

Confusion hits me, but I reply.

From: Catherine 💯👍🏼

No, I don't want to see you. But why the abandoned building?

From: Harry 👻

We need to go somewhere to talk. Somewhere Zayn won't suspect us to be.

Thinking nothing of it, I reply.

From: Catherine 💯👍🏼

I'll be there.

I stand up, pushing my chair in. "I have to go, Marley. I need to meet up with someone."

She stands up also and pushes her chair in, "Let me go with you."

"I don't think that would-"

"Please, Catherine." Marley begs.

"Okay, fine."

As we pull into the abandoned lot of the building, Marley shudders. "Why the hell an abandoned building? You sure he isn't going to murder you? I mean, the woods are right there-" She gestures off to the right of the building. "He could just kill you and dump your body out there."

"Pretty sure that's not his plan."
I shrug.

She raises an eyebrow at me but gets out of the car as I do. Harry is resting against the side of the building, and when he sees me, he stands up and walks towards us.

"Who's this?" He asks.

"Marley, my friend." She keeps a straight face but waves.

"Oh, well the more the merrier."

"What?" I ask.

I stumble back as Zayn appears next to Harry.

"Hey, beautiful." He grins.

I grab Marley's arm and pull her beside me. "What do you two want?"

"Just to chat, is all." Harry smirks.

"How about some answers?" I ask.

Zayn squints his eyes at me, but nods. "Go ahead."

"I know you killed your parents, and Arabella. Why?"

His eyes darken as he stares at me, and Harry's eyes are wide in curiosity. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"I looked it up, and your dear wife contacted me." I fold my arms.

"She's not my wife!"

"Answer the question."

"I don't have to answer to you."