Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 18•

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Violet

I sat on the sofa sulking, my head resting on my fist. They had been in there for an hour, this was ridiculous. I had tried to listen through the door but my effects proved unsuccessful as i couldn't hear shit. I jumped at the sounds of the study door opening as Harry emerged from the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry  teased me , his presence appearing on the sofa next to me.

"Nothing" I said bluntly, biting my lip as I did.

"Don't sulk Vi, it doesn't suit you" Harry laughed as I attempted to hide my blush at the nickname

"What's going on?" I pleaded, making my eyes bigger to try and convince him to tell me. He smirked, another chuckle escaping his lips.

"Nice try, put your blow job eyes away, I don't want you involved" I huffed at my failure.

"You hungry?" He changed the topic. It was then that I noticed my rumbling stomach, I nodded in response.

"How about we order some pizza?" He asked "you like margarita?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm starving" I tried to remain blunt and cold but it didn't seem to be getting to him.

"Stop sulking Violet" Harry warned before walking off to order the pizza. I was going to have to take it into my own hands if I wanted an explanation.

After fighting off Niall, I finished my pizza and collapsed into my chair from fullness. Harry remained quiet the entire meal, his eyes studying me carefully as I conversed with Niall.

"No I swear I can fit 16 grapes in my mouth" Niall nodded adamantly.

"That's impossible" I laughed, my hands pushing against his shoulder.

"No you've hit never met anyone as I cool as me so you've never seen it" he argued earning another laugh from me.

Harry's eyes seemed to darken as a growl escaped his lips. I turned to face him, my eye brows furrowing at his hard expression, was he jealous?. He stood up abruptly, making his way towards the study and shutting the door behind him.

"Don't worry about him" Louis sighed

We all retired to bed shortly after, all apart from Harry. He had stayed downstairs to watch tv? Read? I don't know whatever serial killers do.

I needed to find out more though, even if it meant sneaking around with an angry Harry still in the house.

I carefully sat up in bed, slipping my legs out of the covers to get my feet onto the floor, I tiptoed over to the door, cringing when a floor board creaked underneath me.  I quietly opened the door, slowly exiting and heading on to the landing. I swiftly made my way down stairs, the study coming into sight.

I was sure to check in the living room and Kitchen to attempt to locate Harry but he was nowhere to be found. He must have gone out somewhere. Quickly deciding now could be my only opportunity, I swiftly made my way to the study door. The door creaked making me nervous, I couldn't afford to wake any of the boys. I made my way to the oak desk In search of the paper from before. Scanning the surface I could tell it was Harry's desk as it was extremely tidy and I had noticed his slight OCD side during my time with him. I pulled open the first drawer, having had no luck with the desk top, and began rummaging through the various papers and objects.

"Come on" I groaned as I continued to search for the paper.

In the third drawer down I got lucky as the paper was buried underneath a few other scrap sheets. I pulled it out slowly, afraid of making any more noise, and began to study the sheet.
It was a note. My eyes widened at the bold writing on the front of the paper, goosebumps rising on my skin as I read.

Thank you for finally finding her.
Now we can hit you where it really hurts
-A.B

A.B? Anderson brothers. My body shuddered as I re-read the note over and over again. How could Harry keep this from me? Oh yeah I forgot, I'm the one with the feelings. I sighed heavily as I slid the paper back into the draw where I found it, my hands shaking as I moved. They were after me, they wanted to kill me to hurt Harry and that terrified me. As I was about to exit the study, something silver caught my eye from the corner of the room. I headed towards the object sat on the bookcase.

The corner of a familiar silver photo frame stuck out from me behind a few books. It looked like the one of me and my family that was from my parents house, but that wouldn't make any sense? How could that---

I was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing, then some shuffling of feet on the wood floor. I peaked my head around the door to see a very drunk Harry stumbling to get his shoes off. But he wasn't alone. A tall brunette stood leaning against him, her lips attached to his neck as he moved. My hand rose to my mouth as I watched them kiss, him leading her to the stairway whilst they stripped each other. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her as I knew how this night would end, but at the same time a feeling of jealousy ripped through me. My eyes began to well, why was I upset?

I should have known it.
I had forgotten.
This is what serial killers do.

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