We're the apples that fell from the tree, rotten to the core. The bad seeds.
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Harrys POV
I wake from my nap only to find myself dressed back into my sweats. I sit up and stretch my arms, yawning. That nap was long awaited. I look towards the window and see that the moon is out and shining brightly into my room. I can't help but imagine what Chris would look like in this lighting.
Thinking of Chris has me look to the other side of the bed, and I will admit that I was quite disappointed that she wasn't beside me. When did I become a softie?
I stand from the bed and walk to the bathroom, checking to see if she may be in there. But nothing.
I walk out of the room and head straight to the living room. When I arrive, I see everything as it should be. Although it is weird that Liam and Niall would leave the important informative files out on the table for display.
"Niall! Liam!" I call out and walk to the table, snatching up the papers. Bending down too harshly causes my back to ache and I groan in pain.
"Niall!"
"Where the hell is everyone?" I say more to myself and rub my eyes. I flip the light on and walk to the kitchen, turning the light on in there as well. As it illuminates, I see that everything is there.
"Harry." I hear from behind me, and it catches me off guard. I jump slightly and let out a breath, turning around quickly. The person I see standing in the doorway of the kitchen is someone I didn't expect. My blood boils at the sight of him.
"Zayn. What are you doing here?" I ask and fold my arms, coughing slightly. My lips feel so chapped.
He looks at me with pity and it makes me roll my eyes. Zayn has always wanted to be better than me.
"Chris ran away." He states dead pan.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" I ask, but in a way I sort of believe it. And in a way, my heart sort of falls to bits.
"Harry, I've been there for you through thick and thin! You let Chris get in the way of our friendship. And let's face it, you're dying and you don't want her to witness that, do you?" He says and I look the floor. He has a point. Thinking about it, I really only have 2 weeks left, and the clock that is my heart will stop beating soon.
I have no time to fall in love. My story doesn't end that way. I need to finish what I need to and I can't let someone who wants to run away from me get in the way.
"I'm sorry that I doubted you, Zayn."
"You know we are brothers, right?" He says and I remember all that we've been through.
"Yes, or course. Don't try any incest." I attempt to lighten things. I will hate him for what he did, but he's been there for me much longer than Chris. Why should I trust someone I ran into when running from the police?
Zayn laughs and holds out his arms, beckoning me for a hug and starts moving towards me. I push him hard in the chest.
"You know I don't hug, you arse! Get out of here and figure out were Niall and Liam are, will you?" I say and he does not seem amused, actually quite serious.
"They helped her, Harry. They're gone. They betrayed you." He says and I am dumbfounded.
"You can't be serious."
"Dead." He states, and a look crosses his face.
"You're lying. I know when you lie, Zayn." I say and he shakes his head dramatically.
"So I'm supposed to believe that Chris, Liam, and Niall left me to fend for myself when I'm dying?" I ask and he shrugs sadly.
"I'll leave you alone tonight to soak it all in buddy. I'm sorry this is happening to you, but you'll always have me!" He says and I shake my head in annoyance. I don't want to be alone right now. That's the last thing I want.
Zayn leaves the kitchen and I hear him leave the house. So I walk into the living room and plop down on the couch. I'm absolutely miserable.
My body is constantly tingling and I'm afraid to shower because what if I burn myself, or what if it's too cold and I freeze into an ice cube or something! I've never dealt with this before.
I close my eyes and scream at the top of my lungs. But when I stop I hear shuffling from down the hall opposite my room.
I stand up and cautiously make my way down the hall. It's Louis' room. I bring my hand into a fist and push the door open quickly. I see mounds of clothing and trash lying around and it's more terrifying than anything!
"Harry!" I hear from beneath one of the piles.
"Louis?" I call out and a little head pops out of the biggest mound of clothing and it's Louis. He looks extremely relieved to see me.
"Harry!" He shouts and gets out of the pile as fast as he can.
"Harry! I saw it all! They took Chris, he took Chris and Niall and Liam and they took everyone but I hid so I'm obviously safe and I'm really scared!" He rants and I massage my temples, trying to understand what he's talking about.
"Who, Louis? Who took them?" I ask and Louis eyes are bloodshot as they stare into mine intensely.
"Ben!"
"What the hell!" I shout and Louis shivers.
"I saw it all from the hiding in my clothes. I guess my mom was wrong! Hah mom, a dirty room can save your life!"
"Louis, this isn't a joke! Tell me everything you know and they know." I say and grab Louis' arm? Pulling him into the living room. He reeks, but I'll handle it for the sake of discovering where everyone went.
"So I was wallowing in my self misery when I heard large clanks, and that's never good. So I hid under the clothes and two men came in to search my room. They didn't find anything, but they were discussing the fact that they read your files. But they never said where they took Chris and stuff." He says and looks sadly to the floor.
"Fûcking Zayn! He's a goddamn liar!" I shout and Louis whimpers, curling into himself. Maybe I should make him see a therapist.
"This is fûcking war."
