December 24, 2007
Ten year old Lucille Chapman witnessed her parents getting murdered by a Mafia led by Des Styles.
She grows up wanting revenge and one day she gets a lead when she finds a case that involves the son of Des Styles -- Harry Styles.
I spent half of my time trying to get ahold of Barry. There was no answer and I was getting worried. I have to figure this out myself. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I'll have to get us out of here in the next thirty minutes. I walk away from the phone, racing back to Dylan's room.
"Lucille Chapman?" another British accent hits my ears, but a bit pitchier.
I spin around to see a tall figure standing a few feet away from me. A shadowed beard covered his olive toned skin on his face. He sweeps his black hair from his eyes.
"It hasn't been an hour yet." I immediately say. "Harry said I have an hour."
"What?" he frowns. "Lucille, I'm a friend of Barry's." he informs me and my heart beats fast with excitement. "He sent me because he thought you could use the help."
"So he's okay?" I ask, rushing up to the man. "Barry– he-he's okay?"
"Of course he is." the man chuckles. "He's Barry Morris, trained by the Chapman's."
I let out a big sigh of relief. "Oh my go-" I hug the stranger then quickly let go. "Sorry, sor- yeah, hi, I'm Lucy. I- I go by Lucy, not Lucille.
"Zayn." he simply tells me. "Now, you were talking about Harry? Harry Styles?" he questions and I nod. "What exactly did he give you an hour to do?"
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"To runaway." I say, looking down. "He'll kill us if we're not out of here in-" I look at the clock on the wall. "Less than thirty minutes."
"What? Less than- we've got to go." he says, grabbing my hand.
"Wait, my friend, Dylan." I pull away, rushing to his room. "He's drugged up. How are we going to sneak him out?"
"I'll deal with him." Zayn says, digging in his pocket then hands me keys. "Just go to my car and wait for us."
I just look down at the keys and shake my head. "How about you go to your car and wait for us?" I suggest.
"Lucy, you ne-"
"The only reason I'm here in this situation is because of Dylan. I'm not leaving his side after everything we've been through."
"Well, Barry sent me to help and I'm trying to help you from getting killed." he argues. "Now, do you want to waste time and die, disappointing Barry? Do you really want to do that to him? He already lost your parents and I'm sure he'll feel like a failure if he lost you too."
I flare my nostrils, glaring at the man. I have to trust him like I wanted Dylan to trust me at first. I snatch the keys from him and he describes his car. I walk down the hall, making sure I don't cause attention.
Once I make it outside, my eyes scan the parking lot. I press on the clicker and I hear the car, but couldn't see it. I start panicking, running through the cars, consistently pressing the button, so nobody asks any questions. I sigh, standing still then pressing it one last time. I spot the light blinking and cheer to myself. Suddenly, something flies past me, a few inches from my face into the car I was standing next to.
