Multiple [h.s] - ON HOLD

Chapter 17

Harry's POV

I hadn't meant to shout at her like that. I hadn't meant to scare her off like that and I definitely hadn't meant for her to see what I had written about her. I watched her read it. I was too stunned to say anything and make myself noticed to stop her. It's too late now. She probably has read to the end. The part I definitely wanted nobody to ever see.

I watched her read it and her face changed with every sentence. I swear I could see her eyes start to water at the words written in black ink on snow white paper. Words written by me, Harry Styles, about her, Leighton Crest. When I had finally recovered from my shocked state I had acted only on instinct to protect myself from whatever potential judgement I would get from her, ignoring completely the fact that it might have been too late.

A sharp stab of guilt made itself known in my heart when I saw her face as I spoke for the first time. "That's private Leigh."  She seemed somewhat frightened. Frightened and also hurt. I could deal frightened, people everywhere are frightened of me being so high up in what I do. But the hurt I saw flicker through her eyes, it destroyed me silently and I hated that. I hated it because it showed that I cared. And caring is something I wasn't up for again, despite what has been happening this past month.

An idiot I was the first time I asked her on a date. Telling her she should love. Of all people I should know better than to say that to anyone, especially her. Because seeing her hurt is something I hate to see. Even though half of me is regretful at those words, I am also glad I got them out because now maybe, just maybe she will fall for me.

Thinking to myself I realised I was contradicting myself. I didn't know what I wanted myself and it was driving me crazy.

The two weeks I have spent with her have and didn't try all means to avoid her, only shown nothing but uncertainty. Did she care for me or was that just my poor judgement blocking out any sense of reality.

It's scary how I had written all of that about her even though I wasn't too sure if it's even true. Did she want affection from me? Did she smile when she saw me? These questions I asked myself but I was most certain that I had given her a lot of pain. Sometimes when I would see her smile with other people when I saw her from a distance, something told me it wasn't real and something is eating her up on the inside.

And I was the cause of it.

A knock sounded on my bedroom and I was slightly grateful for it as it distracted me from my inner thoughts about Leigh. I lazily got up from my bed and walked over to the door and opened it. "What's up?" I asked Zayn, who looked frantic.

He pushed pass me and entered my room uninvited. "What the fuck man? You know no-one is allowed in here." I was suddenly annoyed at him for barging into my room like that. I saw his eyes drift to the papers laying on the floor next to my shelf and panic struck all over again. "What do you want?" I asked quickly hoping to distract him from the papers on the floor.

He looked up at me and I saw again the urgency in his eyes. "Someone made a run with Vincents stock. Merchandise worth around thirty grand. He wants us to go find him. Now," he explained. I let out a heavy breath at the information I was being told.

"Any clues?"

"Not much. Just he got away an hour ago in a black Sedan. It shouldn't be hard to miss with all the bullet holes in it," he slightly smirked at that last part. "And he headed east of the warehouse which means he couldn't have gotten far. There is always heavy traffic on that highway around this time."

"So fucking late on a Sunday afternoon and people are already stealing from Vincent? The hell is wrong with people?"

With that, we headed out to go find this man. We bickerd about what mode of transport we were taking. Me wanting to use my Harley because it's faster and well...it's a Harley, why not? "Do you wanna catch this guy or not?" I asked Zayn.

"Where are we going to put all the merchandise we find? It needs not to be in the public eyes Harry," He countered. He had a point but too bad. I wanted to take my motorbike.

"Race you there then Malik." I got on the bike, putting on my helmet. I heard him chuckle as he got into his matte black Jeep.

We both drove out of the yard of the frat and raced to where this guy is hopefully stuck in heavy bumper to bumper traffic.

We approached the highway and as predicted, it was packed. We were way at the back of the cars. Zayns jeep was to my left now. He rolled down his window and spoke. "You gonna have to drive in between these cars and search for him. Take a U-turn when you do and I'll follow behind when I see you," he said. He handed me a fake cop badge and a gun. I thanked him deciding there will definetly be a need for it in this situation.

I nodded at what he was saying and zoomed in between all the cars. I looked around for a black sedan covered in bullet holes and to my surprise, I saw a black sedan without bullet holes. I drove to it and saw that there was a family in there. A little boy who looked around the age of seven and his mom and dad. His gaze locked into mine and I suddenly found it hard to look away. I finally looked away though when the father rolled down his window and told me to take a hike. I scoffed at his choice of words and continued my search for my target. I drove down further and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw the sedan. I sped up to it and oddly parked my bike next to it.

I knocked on the window of it and the driver jumped at the action. As soon as he recovered, he opened the window I was standing by. "Sorry can I help you with something?" He asked.

"I reached into my pocket and pulled out my fake cop ID and showed it to the man. His face turned rather pale when he saw the badge.

"Sir please open your trunk," I asked calmly. He obeyed. I didn't remove my helmet in fear that he might recognize me from the warehouse and catch me out on my lie.

I moved to the back of the car and sure enough found the bag we came for. I opened to make sure it was the right one and when I saw it was, I zipped it up and closed the trunk.

I wasn't surprised to see the driver door open nor was I frustrated when I saw the man sprint away from me to the nearby bushes. In fact, I was relieved and grateful because it saved me the trouble of having to kill him. Instead of chasing after him, I simply got out my phone and dialled 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" A woman's voice sounded through the speaker.

"Hi, uhh. There is an abandoned vehicle causing traffic on the South-bound highway."

"Alright sir. I'll be sending people there ASAP. Vehicle description please?"

I rolled my eyes at her and quickly hung up. Getting on my bike, I made a sharp U-turn and drove the opposite direction I came from. I slowed down when I got to Zayn and gave him the bag before I zoomed away going back to the frat. As soon as I got to familiar territory, I slowed down knowing the streets are busy around this time.

Driving past the café students used often, I saw something that caught my attention and not in a good way. Leigh was standing facing Kelly with her face red and you could tell she has been crying. Her gaze moved straight to me as she noticed how I was staring. She probably didn't recognize me with the helmet over me and I couldn't decide in time whether I was grateful for that or not because my body just flew off my bike from an impact unknown to me. As soon as I hit the ground, my vision blurred before it turned completely black.

Thought guys?
Please vote and comment and recommend if you liked. I would really appreciate that!
Thanks :)