Whats Left Unsaid *ON HOLD*

Chapter Five

(Surprise!!! Early update!)

Harrys P.O.V.

I was laying in bed, about to drift off to sleep, when the smell hit me. Roses and poison. I would know that smell anywhere.

I sat up and looked to the corner where I saw the slayer standing there, arms crossed, smirking at me. I growled. 'Jared' I mouthed. I knew he saw it because he stood up a little straighter. "How have you been parasite?" he asked, meeting my eyes. I felt the hatred and rage swell inside of me. He just smiled in amusement. "Tempermental as always" he said. He took a step forward, and within seconds I had him pinned against the wall and unable to move. He groped for the stake holstered at his waist, but it was in my hands already. 'Any last words?' I mouthed. His jaw dropped. "Die." I whispered. My voice rough and deep from not talking for 4 years. He looked shocked at the sound of my voice, and in less than a second he was sliding down the wall, clutching his chest, where the stake was jutting out. I kept staring at the wall, as his breaths slowed and the sound if his heart beat turned to emptt silence. I walked out my door, and straight acros the hall to the room that Zayn and Niall shared. As I went to knock I heard giggles and a few moments later moaning. I gagged and walked down the hall to Liams room. I knocked on his bedroom door, and when he opened it he knew sonething was up. "Whats wrong? Nightmares?" he asked. I shook my head, 'Slayer.' I mouthed. He ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I knew when he came out that Jared was definitely dead, because there was a little bit of blood on his lip. He yawned, and went to bed, without so much as a "Good job" or "Good night harry" I walked back in my bedroom and lay down on the bed, feeling safe for the first time in four years.