My feet take me towards the corner where I peak my head around to see what’s happening. This is so nosy and bad of me, but I just can’t help it. I am probably the most curious person in this world.
My eyes focus down the empty street. Bins are laid out, signalling its bin week for this area. A few trees line the pathways and my eyes land on where Harry is standing. His back is to me and he is leaning sidewards on a lamp post, looking down the street.
Before I know what I’m doing, my feet carry me to the nearest bin and I duck down behind it covering myself enough so no one can see me. Another pair of feet are heard and when I look out an un-recognisable face is now standing next to Harry talking to him. Their voices are faint and I can only make out small sections of their conversations.
The man next to harry has blonde hair, moulded into a quiff. He is wearing a black t-shirt with a dark blue, washed out pair of skinny jeans. His arms are covered in tattoos as well as Harry’s and a black lip piercing is prominent on the left side of his mouth.
Their conversation is still muffled so I move to the next bin down, bringing myself closer to them so I can hear them. I feel like a spy, prying on secret business I’m not allowed to be in and I honestly feel like an idiot. But anything that will tell me more about Harry or this ‘boss’ man, is worth the embarrassment of being a Spy.
“Where the fuck is he then?” Harry’s voice is now understandable, and I can hear the conversation perfectly.
“Everyone is supposed to be here in a minute.” I’m assuming the blonde one replies, with a wary tone.
“Shouldn’t we be meeting somewhere more private or something?” Harry sounds confused, but the angry strong voice still laces through his words. He sounds completely different to when he just left me in the car, telling me he had fun today.
“Na, boss wanted us here for some reason.” The blonde sounds as confused as Harry.
“Idiot.” He mumbles and I hold in my chuckle, whoever this boss person is, they clearly don’t like him or think he’s annoying.
I sit my body down, as my legs cave in from squatting on the ground. I poke my head around the large garbage bin and see Harry and the Blonde still standing there patiently. Muffled voices sound through my ears and when I turn my head I see 3 boys walking towards Harry and the blonde. As they come into view my eyes scan over each one of the tough, scary men.
Zayn is on the end of the small line and my eyes widen, I have no idea what’s going to go down but I am honestly scared. This many men, who look like they could kill me in an instant all gathered together is scaring the crap out of me.
“Hey boys.” The familiar voice of the blond says when they all reach them.
They all mumble a ‘hey’ and I think I hear one say hey Niall. Niall, which must be his name. I don’t dare to pull my head back around the bin to look at them, because the fear of getting caught is now rising within me.
“Why the fuck did boss want us to meet here?” One of the new boys ask, his voice isn’t as low as Harry’s but he still has the same accent.
“Who knows.” Zayn’s familiar voice comments. What the hell am I doing here? I guess I’m getting answers, but to what question. Why harry is so secretive? Who boss is? Why Zayn and Harry bashed that man?
“Boys.” A loud voice echoes through the street and my head snaps to the left of me, where my body is basically visible.
A tall, well built, toned man is walking down the street, his eyes luckily fixated on the group of boys waiting for him. The man has very short black hair and his tanned skin is vibrant. His eyes are dark and something tells me this man isn’t a softy. A scar sits just above his right eye and a short beared grows around his chin. He has a dragon tattoo that swirls around his neck and many other that sit beneath and out of his black t-shirt.
“Boss.” They all mumble and I feel a slight tension grow between them. The street is quiet now and the boys have stopped speaking. This is boss, this is the man who has been the reason for these meetings.
“Right let’s get to business.” He says sternly as he walks over to the boys, not noticing my presence behind the bin. Luckily. He looks intimidating as he stands before the boys. All their faces are stern and wary of what is about to happen.
“Harry, Zayn. Our fortunate customer is still alive, in a coma actually.” He says and my mind instantly clicks to his conversation. He must be talking about the drunk man from the other week. From the alley way. The man is still alive.
I see Harry and Zayn share wary expressions as they look back to boss.
“Finish it.” He demands and the boys look confused.
“Boss he’s in a coma, how are we supposed to finish it?” Zayn’s voice speaks up and confusion is laced behind his voice. What is happening right now? Finish it as in kill him? Finish him off? I don’t understand… I don’t understand how the boys are doing this. I don’t know the others but Harry and Zayn. What are they doing? Why are they doing this?
“Find a way.” The boss says sternly and I catch a glimpse of Harry’s face. Guilt or worry flashes through his eyes for a second but are quickly replaced with the dark green colour that mostly fills them.
After 4 weeks of knowing Harry I know what that dark green colour means. It means he’s shut it off, he’s shut his feelings off and whatever happens next he doesn’t care. His eyes are often this colour when his abusive comments are thrown at me or when his anger flushes through his veins. But today I got a look at the bright green colour. The one that fills his eyes when he’s almost happy or not angry.
Boss goes on for a couple more minutes talking to the other two brunettes which I have now learnt their names are Liam and Louis. Liam has a medium shade brown hair that is sort of shaved at the side and moulded into a quiff in the middle like the other boys. Liam has limited tattoos compared to the other boys, which almost makes me think he doesn’t fit in. Louis has medium brown hair which is floppily laid on his head. His hair appears scruffy and so does his short shaved beared that lies around his chin area.
“Right you can all go.” Boss dismisses them, and I am confused on why the blonde –Niall- didn’t get mentioned or questioned.
Boss leaves first and I watch him leave the street, leaving a wary, mystery filled feeling left beneath me. He gives off that vibe that you should be scared of him. I know if he talked to me on the street I definitely would run.
When I poke my head back around the bin, the boys are shaking hands and saying goodbye. But I left my head out too long, because when I look over to the brunette who I think is called Louis, our eyes meet and I jump back behind the bin quickly.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I’ve been caught, this is it. What am I going to do? What am I going to say? I know, I know two people there but what happens if they aren’t who I thought they were and they all decide to just kill me as well? All the ‘what ifs’ crawl through my mind as my breathing picks up and adrenalin kicks though my systems.
“Look what we have here.” A deep, thick accented voice makes me jump. My head turns to the side where the source of the sound was coming from and my eyes are met with black skinny jeans. My eyes scan up the fairly skinny but muscular legs and my eyes come in contact with the boy called Louis. A smirk is plastered on his lips and ‘flight or fight’ mode kicks in, making me scramble back a little bit.
This is it, there’s no running away. So my body picks the fight.
(A/N: Okay so i stole my sisters computer and managed to write in a quick chapter tonight!!! My latop is still in reapairs (Sadly..) So i don't know when i will be able to update! Hopefully i get it back tomorrow!!!
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