Finding Him // h.s.

Chapter Eight // Closure

~emma~
Liam and Louis stopped by today... I wish they never did. They gave me 40 grand in pounds—how they had it or got it, I wasn't sure at the time. Now I understand...

Liam, Louis, Harry, Zayn and Niall are all in some kind of "gang/mob". They were born into this and now they are all stuck in this. Louis and Niall are barters in extremely expensive jewels and goods from which they have either stolen, found or obtained. Whilst Harry is the guy with the guns and armoury, he's dangerous and is usually the one doing the dirty work. Finally, Liam and Zayn are the brains from what I've just learned—they do the talking.

Am I scared? Hell fucking yes.

Liam and Louis follow me to my room, both silent. It's such a sad atmosphere...

I plop onto my bed, rolling onto my side. I stay still for what seems like forever though it's probably only a minute or two.

"I'll leave you two to talk.", Liam speaks up, leaving my room and shutting the door behind him.

I hear Louis let out a shaky breath, his presence nearing me. "Em—", he begins.

"What the fuck are we supposed to talk about. Ciara's fecking dead—", I can't even finish my rant as I burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Louis sits beside me, propping himself up against the head board. He rests his hands on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb round.

We don't talk for a whilst, which doesn't help at all.

"Who did it.", I question whilst closing my eyes, waiting for the heartbreaking answer.

"We don't know...I-I don't know.", he breaths out. Even though he's taking this so hard, I literally can't help myself from asking him even more.

"Why would this happen—that isn't even supposed to be a thing, it's illegal. Why...", I tightly grip the bed sheets.

"Everyone has a weakness.", Louis states, making me look up toward him.

"What?".

"Everyone has a weakness and they found mine.", he tightly closes his eyes as if he's trying to wake himself up.

"They?".

"The other mobs.", he explains, "The other mobs will find a way to break you down and once they have, you become so vulnerable.". Louis gulps, looking towards me, "They took Ciara away from me, now I'm breaking down. She was my weakness.".

My bottom lip quivers, "You're not going to let them win..are you?". He fiddles with the rings on his fingers, not answering me.

"Drakes going to be infuriated when he finds out.", Louis suddenly realises, tensing up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.", he gets up to his feet, pacing round my room.

Drake... That sounds so fa—

"Who's Drake and what does he have to do with Ciara.", I slowly sit up before also standing up.

"Drake Moore, he's in the same mob with the lads and I.", Louis answers, "He's Ciara's fiancée. Why?".

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AUTHORS NOTE:
Pretty short chapter I know but that's because I just came back from dance class and I'm exhausted and my limbs hurt and my eyes hurt and yeah!

So I'm gonna keep this note short too—

Love you dolls Xx