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

Harry

☠EDITED☠

Happy 30th chapter! <3

Double update for being such amazing readers!

Chapter 30:

Catherine's POV:

Harry stands in front of me, "I think you deserve to know my past."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Are you ready?" He asks, shyly.

"Yes."

"After Zayn told you, you never gave me a chance to tell you myself."

"Was what he said true?" I ask.

"Yes, it just happens to be."

"Okay, go on."

"When I was younger, before meeting Kendall, I was in the wrong crowd. Much like everyone else, in their teenage years. But, it was much worse then that. The group I was in, was like a gang."

I bite my lip, as I watch him tell his past. I couldn't help but feel curious.

"We sold drugs, did drugs, and killed for the boss. A man owed him money, and instead of sending us after him, he sent us after his wife. He, um, told us what to do. What that was, was to rape, torture, and kill her."

My heart stops at this information, "Oh."

"So, we did. And, her eyes have haunted me for the longest time. They were the most beautiful blue eyes, and she was so kind, even after what we did to her."

"How so?"

"I was told to shoot her, and they all left me to do so. As she was dying from blood loss, she looked up at me, and smiled. She fucking smiled, Catherine. And you know what she said? She said that she forgives me. That she forgave me after we hurt her physically and mentally. She was the kindest person ever, and we killed her. She paid for her husbands actions. And, she didn't hesitate to go with us. She knew why we were there. And she did it for her husband."

My whole body stiffens, "What did her husband do?"

"He killed our boss, and then killed himself."

I couldn't say anything more.

Zayn's POV:

I sit with Louis in the diner, and smile slightly. "It never stops hurting, does it?"

He looks up from his coffee, "What?"

"Giving someone the best of you, and watching them choose someone else."

My mind plays Harry and Catherine talking like a movie. He was in love with her, and I couldn't compare.

Catherine's POV:

*MAY BE TRIGGERING*

I was done. I had nothing else to live for. Everyone I knew was dead, and death was the only way I could ever see them again.

My weak arms reach the top of the ceiling, as I tie a rope to the ceiling fan. When I'm done, I stand on the chair, and slip the rope around my neck.

God, please forgive me.

I clench my eyes shut as I step off the chair, and feel the rope blocking my airway. My body's natural reaction is to struggle, and I do.

My eyesight starts to go blurry, and I see spots appear all around me. But, when I feel the life start to slip away from me, the rope snaps and I fall to the ground with a thud.

My hands instantly go to my neck, almost like if I was checking that it was still there.

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D: guys I feel SOSOSOSO bad for Catherine