The Secret Lives of One Direction (A Paranormal Fanfic)

A Crash and an Enemy

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I decided it would be far too risky to leave behind copies of Harry and I unattended whilst we went to steal a priceless painting. Who knows what those copies would do unattended? So, I had to find an excuse for Harry and I to leave the tour for a little bit.

I found the perfect reason.

The next day after he had returned from his trip to the bottom of the ocean, Harry pretended that he was terrified for the safety of his family back home as a repercussion to him being tortured not so long ago. All the guys understood, and after a lot of pulling strings and scratching backs (not literally, of course), Jacob was on his way back to stand in for Harry and Drake Bell was coming to stand in for me whilst we were on our way to Cheshire.

We decided that we would only visit Harry's family for one day of the three-day trip. The rest we'd spend making our way to the National Gallery in London. For the spell to work, we had to steal a priceless painting. We'd done our research, and our sights were set on one painting: Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh. It was risky. The publicity of it would be huge, and if we were caught, the consequences would be catastrophic! It would be the end of One Direction; Harry and I would be behind bars for years!

In our dark car with the glass tinted on our way to Cheshire, I realised something and struck up a low conversation with Harry so our driver couldn't hear us.

"Hold on," I began. "If we're doing this spell to give you a rest after your torture, wouldn't this visit to your family count as rest enough?"

Harry's eyes widened a little, which began to arouse suspicion in the back of my mind, but he answered quickly and spluttered, "The torture was so bad, I don't think I could recover enough from this small visit to my family."

"Hmm," I grumbled. Harry hadn't convinced me very well. He was using me for something, I just didn't know what. I don't think I wanted to know! Harry was my best friend. The thought of him using me to get his own way was sickening; but I knew it was true. That was what he was doing.

I opened my mouth to question Harry further, but our driver slammed the horn of our car, which drew my attention to the front of the car.

I was unprepared for the bus that slammed into the back of our vehicle.

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Harry's P.O.V.

Louis and I were thrown forward, both of us chrashing painfully into the seats in front of us. The only reason I stayed conscious was my vampire-strengthened skull.

I could smell blood from the front of the car. The enormous volume of the smell told me immediately that our driver was dead. Louis, on the other hand, had minimal blood dripping from a gash on his forehead. He was unconscious.

I gripped my door handle and shook it rapidly, but soon realised that would never work. So, with super-human strength, I kicked the crumpled door so hard that it broke off its hinges and crashed onto the road outside the dark world of the broken car's interior.

Before checking outside, I gripped Louis by the torso and dragged him out of the car behind me. When I got him out, I balanced him to the left of me, his arm draped over my shoulders and my left arm gripping his waist. I looked around and saw devastation.

The bus had crashed at relative speed into the back of our car, which, with the extra momentum, had been pushed forward to collide into three or four cars in front. An almost overwhelming smell of blood whafted from the scene and harassed my nostrils, almost driving me crazy! Many people were dead and even more were wounded, so little attention was paid to me limping away with Louis into a nearby alleyway.