The Childhood Memory

Chapter Twenty: Harry's POV

HARRY'S POV: 

I swiftly closed the front door, not wanting to leave any marks nor sound of me coming home late. I silently made my way to my bedroom upstairs.

I closed my bedroom door, letting out a deep sigh in relief.

Well yes, you got that right. I just murdered a person. I just murdered Chloe's best friend.

Thinking about the incident give me head aches. Guiltiness flood through my brain.  I swung my fist to the wall, screaming. I can't believe it. I killed a girl... I just killed an innocent woman.

Then suddenly. images of Chloe, terrified came in to my mind. Which made me smirk. Atleast she now knows what I can do to her, and to her love ones. My guiltiness were replaced with lust and happiness.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I shoved my white iPhone out. I mentally groaned while I saw the caller ID.

It was Taylor, I met her last week at a downtown party I attended all alone. I was in the mood to drink alcohol at those times. So I went to the nearest bar and drank a lot. She was flirting with me, I can tell she's really into me. But I'm not interested. We had a little make-out session. But I quickly stopped her. I can't do it. Because my heart only beats for Chloe.

I pressed the answer button and slowly put the phone in my ear.

"Oh, Harry! You finally answered" She sighed in relief. I chuckled, is that how crazy she is to me?

"Hey Taylor, sup?" I sounded so cool.

"Why didn't you called me back after the party last week?!" She whined through the line.

"I wasn't in the mood to call you back, babe" I flirted back. I think I just earned a lip bite.

"Mmm. Your a flirty boy, Styles. Wanna finish what we started at the party last week?" She cooed through the line. Which made me chuckle.

"Listen, Taylor. Your a really wonderful girl. Your hot and fit. But I'm sorry, I'm not the guy for you" I told her. A smirk forming in my lips.

"What?" She asked, she must be very shocked.

"You heard me" I quickly said.

"You have no right to do this Harry! Do you know a lot of guys are dying to have me in their bed! And your doing this? You have no idea how lucky you are! You jer-" I cutted her off. I hung up the call.

Chloe have no idea how lucky she is.

Until I heard loud  gasps from downstairs. I smirked, I made my way downstairs.

Seeing my parents 'and Aunt Helen's eyes. Wide open. Their jaws dropped. A tear escaped Helen's eyes.

"What happened?" I asked, as If I don't know what happened..

"C-Chloe's best friend. D-Died" Helen stuttered. I pretended to widen my eyes. To look shocked. But deep inside, I smirked.

"What!?" I asked, Helen just nodded in response.

"We already called the cops. They will drive Chloe back home" Dad told me, trying to put a reassuring smile in his face. I just innocently smiled.

Then a loud knock boomed at our living room. Making Helen sigh in relief. Maybe it's Chloe.

One of our maids opened the door, revealing a group of FBI. And a man with a black coat guiding Chloe in her way. I smirked when I saw her.

She looks so terrified. She looks like a scaredy cat, her body freezing and her teeth clattering. Her eyes red and puffy, she might be crying for hours now.