Dauntless {H.S au}

Twelve

Please pardon any grammatical errors, thank you. (;

[Harry's POV]

The tires of the car screamed in a high pitch screech, as Douglas lost control of the car when the bullet grazed his forearm. Glancing behind us, I frantically pulled my gun from my waistband. I took in a deep breath, rolled the windows down and stuck my head out cautiously. I aimed my gun at the driver, praying for God to forgive me before I pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the bullseye, meaning the middle of his forehead. I also made a quick shot at the tire, the bullet piercing through the wheel mercilessly.

The car steered off the road and the cars behind it collided into it with full force. I inhaled deeply, sitting back down in my seat nonchalantly. Placing my gun back in it's original spot, I looked over at Douglas, frowning in concern. He looked at me and smiled, to reassure me that he's okay. I raised my eyebrow in an "are you sure?" gesture and he nodded firmly, averting his gaze back onto the road ahead of him.

"Do you still want to go to Starbucks? Or..." He trailed off, slicing the awkward silence looming in the air. I mentally thanked and thought about it for a brief moment. I pursed my lips and nodded. I know Kitorah doesn't want to see me and despises me for no reason, but I still want to see her because she lightens my moods when they're at it's darkest.

"You buying me something when we get there." He stated, smiling innocently when I threw a glare his direction. "Thanks, mate." He said, mocking the accent of mine. I rolled my eyes annoyed of his presence.

"Shut up, you're not getting shit from me and you'll never get the accent right, so stop trying." I spat, irritation laced in my voice. He looked at me, an amused eyebrow lifting.

"What got your panties in a twist, Styles? You're acting a bit bitchy." He said, singing in falsetto for bitchy. I scoffed and turned my attention to the whizzing coruscating lights, ignoring him. "Styles, are you alright man? You seem out of it. By the way, thanks for that." His tone became serious, he turned on a familiar street and stop at the red lights.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry mate. It's just that I'm fucking tired of Ronny." I stated truthfully. Douglas is the only one that works for Ronny, that I'm truly fond of and he understands what he puts me through, well in total us. Ronny acts as if he's my pupppeteer and I'm his idiotic puppet.

I sighed inwardly when we pulled up in front of Starbucks. I quickly got out the car and shoved my hands in my black coat pocket. I began to trudge my way into the coffee shop and wriggled my nose as the cool breeze nips at my skin, turning my nose and cheeks in a red hue.

The bell dinged, indicating that a customer has entered the shop. I walked straight over to the counter, biting my lip from smiling as I caught a sight of Kitorah on the way side of the elongated marble counter.

"How can I help you, tonight?" A girl with blond wavy hair asked, a bright smile accompanying her face. She had blue vibrant eyes, with dimples dented into each cheek. I glanced over at Kitorah for a brief moment, my heart started to thud erratically as I looked at her longingly. Even in her uniform, she's beautiful. I know it's wrong to have a tiny crush on my best friend's girlfriend, but I can't help it. She's intriguing. I kept hearing the girl's voice at the back of my mind but some how, I totally zoned her out of my sweet thoughts.

"Hey man, why you're taking so long? Who you staring at?" Douglas asked in curiosity and amusement, while he touched my shoulder to draw me out of my thoughts.

I blinked a couple of times and forced a smile at the worker. "Yes, id like a medium cappuccino and two chocolate cookies." I ordered, looking over at Douglas expectantly. I rolled my eyes and sighed softly when I realized his slow ass didn't get the message. "What do you want dumb ass?" I voiced out. He grinned sheepishly and called out to the girl what he wanted.

Looking over at Kitorah, I involuntarily walked over to her after I got my items. "Where you going Styles?" Douglas asked, I ignored him and continued my quest to reach over to Kitorah before a customer approaches her.

"Hey beautiful, how's your night going?" I asked with my signature smirk and teasing tone. She rolled her eyes and tried ignoring me. I annoyingly waved my hands in front of her face and she slapped them out of her face irritated.

"I heard you, Harry. What are you doing here?" She asked, her red painted lips moving slowly as I stared at them absentmindedly. I cleared my throat and averted my sight quickly.

"So I can't come here anymore? I'm here to eat too. See?" I asked, biting into my cookie to prove my point.

"Mhm, I could careless Styles." She said in a monotone. She looked over at me with a sad expression. My eyebrow lifted in question.

"What's wrong?" I asked concerned. A frown began to form on her face and she whipped her face in the other direction.

"Zayn's leaving in three days and I don't want him to leave." She said quietly, wiping a stranded tear away. I want to hug her but I don't think she would be very fond of that. I cursed at Cruzor mentally for stripping Zayn away from his love life just for his stupid plan.

"It's okay, Kitorah. You'll see him again pretty soon, you never know." I said gently, smiling lightly even though she can't see my face. "I'm sorry he's leaving you like this, but he's going to come back. He's going to school just for a bit. You guys can FaceTime and everything until he comes straight back into your scrawny arms." I reassured her, trying to lighten up the mood. She chuckled a bit at my last statement.

"Thanks, Harry." She said gratefully. A smile gracing her lips. I waved my cookie at her in a gesture in saying "you're welcome". She checked her watch and a bright smile appeared. "My fucking shift is over!!" She yelled happily, fist pumping the air. I raised an eyebrow in amusement and opened my mouth to say something but she quickly interrupted. "Don't say shit." She said, running into the back.

"Hey Styles, who was that? Is that the girl Ronny's trying to get in his club?" He asked, my right eye began to twitch at the mention of the plan I was supposed to be doing.

"Shut the fuck up. Go get in the car." I spat, he raised his hands up in surrender and walked out of the coffee shop. I took one more longing stare to where Kitorah went and followed slowly behind Douglas. I hope she'll get home safely. I thought, walking briskly to the car.

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DAMN FINALLY AN UPDATE, IM SO SORRY WTF. I TOTALLY SUCK😩