“I can’t right now, I’m fucking busy.” Zayn growls into the phone in the other room, loud enough for me to hear him.
It’s around 5pm and I have gotten many photos of Zayn today which I’m really happy about. About two minutes ago he got a phone call and told me he was going to take it in the other room.
“I don’t give a fuck what boss says.” He yells a bit louder and I flinch a bit at the anger in his voice. I haven’t heard Zayn like this before, it’s scary. But is also making me very curious about what’s going on. Who is boss?
“I swear to god, why can’t Harry handle it on his own?” He bites and quiets his voice when he mentions Harry, almost like he doesn’t want me to hear. What can Harry do on his own?
“Fucking hell….fine.” he sighs loudly and I hear him throw his phone onto the dining table hard.
I pretend to be looking through the photos on my camera so he doesn’t know I was listening to him. It was pretty hard not to hear him with how loud he was talking. He storms in after about 30 seconds of silence and flops down on the couch next to me.
“Harmony…. I’m really sorry but some emergency came up.” He half lies to me.
“Oh, it’s alright Zayn. I think I got enough shots for the day.” I smile, but curiosity is swarming inside of me. Who is boss? What’s the emergency? And what can Harry handle on his own?
“I’m sorry Harmony, I will give you a lift back to your apartment though.” He tells me standing up from the couch and grabbing the keys of the little coffee table.
“Thanks Zayn.” I smile, taking my handbag and all of my other stuff with me.
We walk to the car in silence and I can’t help think what overtook Zayn in the other room? Was that what he’s really like? I hate to admit, but it scared me a little. To see that Zayn can get that angry. His voice sounded like he was ready to kill someone…
“Do you think you could drop me near my car? I need to go grocery shopping.” I laugh as Zayn turns down the busy street my apartment building is on.
“Of course.” He smiles.
He soon pulls up next to my car which is parked outside the apartment parking lot. I guess Drake couldn’t get in to park it, even though he has a key card?
“Thanks again Zayn, I would have failed the course without you.” I laugh shaking the camera in my hand.
“No worries Harmony, I’m sorry but I really have to get going.” He rushes, basically pushing me out the car.
“Oh, sorry. Alright bye!” I wave as I climb out the car and straight into mine.
I quickly start the engine as Zayn turns back on the busy street. I know this is bad, and I’m being nosy. But I’m defiantly not going shopping when I can follow Zayn and find out what the phone call was about. I know I’m nosy, but curiosity is getting the better of me. If I I’m supposed to start trusting people, I want to know what they are hiding first.
I speed out behind him and overtake a few people so I am a car behind him. He makes a few quick turns and ends up turning down an empty, now dark street. I don’t know how it got so dark, so quickly. It’s almost like its setting the mood for what’s about to happen. I turn my headlights off and trail far enough behind Zayn so he can’t see me. When he makes a stop and turns off his car, I stop instantly. I stay far back, but close enough for me to see.
After a minute or so a man stumbles out of a back door into the empty alley like street and Zayn gets out quickly, pulling his hoodie over his head. Zayn begins to walk to the clearly drunk man who is stumbling over his feet. Another man with a hoodie over his head begins to walk from the other direction towards Zayn and the drunk man.
I can't identify the other man, but by the looks of it he’s on Zayn’s side. I can see they that they are now yelling at the drunk man and my brain automatically clicks. The man with the hoodie is Harry. It has to be, because Zayn said ‘why can’t Harry handle it on his own?’ which means he must be here with him.
I lean down in my chair a bit and start cursing at myself for coming. Why the fuck am I so nosy? I wanted to know what they were doing but I didn’t realise this would be happening. I can see the argument is getting heated and the drunk man keeps putting his hands up in surrender shaking his head. I kind of feel bad for this man, I don’t know why he is getting yelled at and he has an unfair disadvantage being drunk.
My eyes widen when Zayn throws the first punch at the drunken guys jaw making him stumble back holding his jaw in pain. Zayn and Harry both jump him and start punching and kicking him, yelling things at him. I sink lower in my seat, regretting my decision of coming here.
They beat him and beat him until the drunken man’s body lays lifeless on the ground. I squint my eyes shut, trying to un-see what just happened. But it doesn’t work. Is the man dead? He looks like it by the puddle of blood surrounding him. If he’s not dead now, he will be in less than 10 minutes.
The boys turn to each other and talk for a couple seconds before heading off their separate ways, leaving the man to die on the dirty asphalt. What the hell just happened? So many questions run through my head. I’m even more curious now then I was before. What do I do now? Should I call the ambulance or just leave it? Zayn zooms past my car and I duck down so he can’t see me at all. If he or Harry catches me I know I will be in deep shit.
I stare down the street where the man lies, deader than ever. Sick shivers send through my body. The man I just spend my whole day with just beat someone to the pulp. The boy I was starting to actually get to know just killed someone.
This is why I don’t trust. When you start to think you’re getting to know someone. They’re completely different.
I understand everyone has secrets. Even I do. But a secret this big is something I can’t handle. How am I supposed to act around them, when I just saw them kill someone?
******
From Zayn:
Sorry again about not being able to finish the thing today xx
I read the text as I sit in bed ready to end the day. I managed to quickly get out of the street without anyone noticing. I couldn’t leave the man to lay dead so I left an anonymous phone call to the police saying where and he is. I didn’t tell them what happened, just that I saw him lying there, lifeless.
I contemplate if I should text Zayn back. Every time I think of him now I am reminded of him bashing someone to death. I don’t know how I will face him at work. I decide to reply to him, because I can’t let him get suspicious or anything. He can’t know that I know.
To Zayn:
Don’t stress! I will see you at work on Monday! Xx
With that last text, I put my phone on charge and let my head hit the pillow, my body craving for the missing sleep from the last few nights.
Instead of my mind being consumed with thoughts about my past they are filled with questions about Harry. Some about Zayn but more Harry. After seeing what he did tonight I’m more confused than ever. I feel like I might have actually fell for his tricks yesterday and I am starting to hate myself for it. He just killed someone, with his bare hands.
He told me he wasn't hiding anything.
But little did I know, this boy has more secrets than I thought. And I am on a hunt to unravel them. One by one.
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