Angels of the Underworld

Chapter ten-missing love

Harry's pov

Wow these past few days have gone quick, I mean we have gotten so much done but so much has happened. It's Thursday night for fuck sake and Alex is being released tomorrow, Niall is proposing tomorrow, Louis apparently had a breakdown and Zayn did what none of us could have ever done. Zayn has been acting so differently since Tuesday, he's matured. Everyone has noticed the dramatic change in the poor lad. Perrie has had several worried phone calls with Kali, apparently Perrie thinks he's fallen out of love with her and she's broken up about it. I just wish Zayn could tell her why he's acting strangely. I really do.

The bed feels unusually large, cold and empty tonight, Kali is at Zayn's tonight just for a girly night in with Perrie as Zayn has headed up north for a few days. I don't know why and apparently it's all confidential until he gets back, it's like a debrief or whatever. Call me paranoid but. I just do not like the idea of one of my top men, one of my best mates, in an undisclosed location for a few days with a bunch of guys that aren't necessarily the most trustworthy of people. Jesus I wouldn't be worrying over any of this if Kali was here, I'd be asleep with a princess in my arms but instead I'm breaking out in cold sweats thinking about what exactly we, as a gang and as friends, are going.

Oh fuck the bedside phone is ringing at... Half two in the morning?! Jesus who could that be and why the fuck could it not have waited until reasonable hours to phone? It must be important I think as I press the answer button

"Uh hello?"

I ask in a groggy voice, I sound as if I had been sleeping. Ha I should be so lucky!

"Hello Harry"

A strangely familiar female voice purred down the phone in an, or what I'm assuming to be an, attempt to seduce me over the phone at ungodly hours.

"Jesus who is it?"

I croak into the phone, voice cracking slightly as it clears itself.

"Oh Harry always the charmer"

She giggles down the phone lightly. Her pathetic attempts at being cute and womanly are making me sick. But not as sick as I feel when I hear that voice, it's just a shame I can't quite put my finger on whet I recognise it from. I think as I screw my eyes up in frustration.

"Look just tell me what you wanted to tell me at this time of the ni-morning...MORNING FOR GOD'S SAKE! Or I am putting this phone down"

I snap in my tired and grumpy state. I wish I could have just been left to myself without this headache of an interruption.

"Oh no no no Harry please don't put the phone down. It's just I wanted to talk to you because I haven't been able to take my mind off of you since our kiss in the club"

She purrs softly. Bingo. That's where that sickeningly sweet voice is from. I grit my teeth with anger and squeeze the phone tighter. How dare this bitch nearly destroy my relationship and then phone me.

"I thought I made my opinion on you very clear. Never phone here again, never look at me again and never think about me again. You are nothing but a worthless, cheap whore"

I spit out and hit end call just before I throw the phone at the bedroom wall watching it smash into hundreds of pieces.

I then roll over in a fruitless attempt to sleep but I'm seething with so much anger and hatred that I don't think I will be able to sleep for decades. Besides I have too many unanswered questions swimming around in my brain to begin to even contemplating sleep.

What is this bitch's problem?

Who invited this bitch into my life?

How am I going to be rid of this bitch?