Afraid To Fall

Chapter Four

(Harry's Pov)

"Zayn, you are so stupid," I said, shaking my head. He probably scared the shit out of Elizabeth and I hate that. Everytime I meet a girl, this happens. "I'm not stupid. You're the stupid one for following her." I rolled my eyes as I pulled into our apartment. I have no idea why I'm friends with him. Ih yeah. It's because he's my step-brother. I promised mum the day before we left that I wouldn't kill him, but it's really really hard. "Besides, she's more interested in me," he said cockily, smoothing down his jacket. "Yeah, right," I snorted, shutting the car off. "Zayn?" I asked, noticing the glimpse of light coming from the bedroom window. "Yeah?" 

"Did you leave a light on?" "No.." I opened the car door quickly, as did Zayn, and we walked up the walkway to the front door. Zayn peered through the half open curtains and saw a sight we were both frightened to see. It was my father.. Coming back for us. "Shit," Zayn mumbled. "We've gotta get out of here." Before we knew it, the front door was open and we were being drug inside. There were more men than we thought. The thought of Zayn and I trapped in a room with fifteen criminals scared me. I don't think we can get out of this one. "Boys!" dad shouted, raising his hands slightly in the air. 

I grimaced at the scar he had from where he killed that marine eight years ago. It was sliced down his arm, from his wrist to his elbow. "It's nice to see you, Harry," he said, ruffling my hair. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What do you want?" Zayn asked roughly, frowning up as my father stomped his large foot. "Same old Zayn." He began pacing around the room, occasionally picking up new photographs on the tables and/or on the walls. "What do you want?" I asked. He grinned his evil grin, setting down the picture of Gemma, Zayn, and I.

"I need you two to do something for me." My eyes widened as he pulled out a small handgun from his jacket pocket and a picture of a young girl. "This girl is Theresa Davids. I need you two to kill her for me," he said in a nonchalant way. "K-kill?" I asked, trying to fight the lump in my throat trying to form. "Yes, kill." "What's in it for us?" Zayn asked, cocking a brow. "You live." I gulped silently. Hoq could we kill an innocent person to save our own lives? "Deal." Apparently very easy. 

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After my father had left with his gang of misfits, Zayn and I studied the picture of the girl. She was quite short, long red hair, a lot of freckles, and she had boring dark brown eyes. "I can't believe we agreed to this," I mumbled, bending the sides slightly. "We had to. If we didn't, our lives would have ended," Zayn said, patting my shoulder softly. I sighed and sat the picture down on the table. "You need to rest. Go ahead and get to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow." I nodded and stood up slowly, stretching my arms out. "Night, Zayn," I told him, waving a goodbye. "Night, Haz," he said back with a grin. This looks like it's going to be a long night. 

I walked to the back of the house, which is where my room is, and plugged my iPhone up to the docking station. After listening to that song with Elizabeth, I decided to buy it. It's actually a really good song and I dowloaded a lot more, including her favorite song. I started playing the Breakfast Club soundtrack and smilled to myself. Elizabeth's eyes flared in front of mine as I daydreamed about what we could do tomorrow. Tomorrow is a Saturday and I had planned to stop by her house and make her parents like me, so I could take her on a little date.

Won't yyou come see about?

I'll be alone, dancin, you know it baby.

Tell me your troubles and doubts.

Giving me everything inside and out. 

The voice sounded so old and the thought of it reminded me of mum...and Elizabeth. Maybe that's why I'm attracted to her. Maybe it's because she reminds me of mum. Could that be it? 

Love's strange, so real in the dark.

Think of the tender things that we were working on. 

Slow changes may pull us apart.

When the light gets into your heart.

I mean, Elizabeth is a beautiful girl with such a gentle heart. Oh, I probably shouldn't tell her about Zayn and I's mission. Knowing her, she wouldn't take it very well. Anyway, I like her for her, not because she reminds me of mum, right? 

Don't you... Forget about me..

Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't! 

Don't you.. Forget about me! 

I smiled at the thought of our date. If her parents like me. I don't want to come off on the wrong foot. What am I going to wear? What do I say? I know absolutely nothing about her mum and dad! What if her dad is more girly than a man should be? Is he into sports or just hanging out with his wife? What if her mum is the man in the house? I don't know how to react to that. What am I going to say? 

Will you stand above me?

Look my way.. Never love me.

Rain keeps falling... Rain keeps falling.

Down, down, down.

I rolled onto my side, listening carefully to the lyrics he sang. What are their interests? Ugh, stop it Harry. Don't worry yourself. They'll love you. I switched my phone off as the next verse came on and slowly closed my eyes. Will they? Will they love me? 

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I woke up to a loud knocking at my door. "Harry! Wake up, it's five!" I groaned, but soon remembered why I wanted to wake up this early. Elizabeth! I jolted out of bed and towards my closet to pick out the clothes before I jumped into the shower. I picked out a grey shirt with a plaid longsleves to go over it, black skinny jeans, and black converse. The outfit was perfect so I sat my clothes on the bed. "I'm up!" I shouted after Zayn continued to bang for the second time. I heard a chuckle through the thick wooden door and rolled my eyes. 

My fluffy white towel was hanging beside the shower when I walked into the bathroom, so I just stripped myself of the dirty fabric covering my skin. I turned the water on and waited for it to get hot. As I waited, I observed myself in the mirror, my naked body was all I saw. My curly locks were sprawled everywhere and my chest was toned from all of the workouts Zayn and I do. My arms were built with muscle, huge and really strong. And I had perfectly defined abs. Not to brag though.

I stepped into the small shower and shivered as the warm water washed over my body. The warmth boiled my blood, causing my skin to redden at the contact. I smooth my hair back, trying to keep the water from falling into my eyes. I scrubbed a little shampoo into my curly locks, lathering it up. After I finished everything, I got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my waist. "Harry! Hurry up!" Zayn shouted from the front of the house. I just rolled my eyes and dried off, shaking my hair in the process. Oh no. What if I'm dressed too casual? Should I wear something more formal? 

I slipped the grey t-shirt over my head and quickly blow-dried my hair so I wouldn't get the other shirt wet as well. Stupid brain, making me nervous and mess up. It's like my heart was pounding inside my chest, ready to jump out at any second. I looked up at the clock on the wall and notice it was already five thirty. I wasted thirty minutes in that stupid shower. I pulled on the boxers, followed by the skinny jeans, and quickly began styling my chocolate hair. "You look good, Haz," I said to myself, winking at my reflection. I soon walked out of the bathroom and pulled on a pair of socks before sliding into my converse. 

Zayn had jogged upstairs and was now leaning against the doorframe as I put some black sunglasses on. "Ready?" he asked me. He could probably tell that I was nervous. I really was. I was extrememly nervous. I nodded at the boy and we walked back towards the front. My breath was shaky as Zayn offered to drive. "Please do. I'll have a wreck," I said bluntly, running my hands through my hair. Sweat beads formed on my forehead, a new bead coming up every inch we get closer. 

How does a girl I barely know do this to me?