The Unfinished Business (BOOK 2)

Chapter Twenty-Four: 'Snap out of it Dilaurentis'

Chapter 24: 'Snap out of it Dilaurents'

Amelia's P.O.V

"Isn't this just gonna piss him off?" I hiss, in Bree's ear, more than aware that we didn't really leave on a happy note with him.

"Don't be a kill joy! I haven't had fun in ages!" she exclaims, excitedly.

I throw Bree a blank stare, "Pouring cold water over someone isn't exactly my type of fun Aubrey Walker" I point out.

"Don't be such a kill joy" she says, waving me off and walking around the side of the bed. "We need him to wake up anyway"

I sigh and grab the ice cold water that's swishing around in the bucket. I peer over his sleepy gaze and hold back an 'Aw', escaping my mouth. Bree and I start to tip the bucket over his head when all of a sudden a loud bang comes from the front door. In shock we both spill a bit of water over Harry's face, making him gag as it enters his parted mouth.

Shooting Bree a look, I start to slowly walk backwards. Harry being fully aware of what's going on and still not in his sleepy state, tip toes to the other side of the group and fetches a knife out. Me and Bree lean our backs against the wall, as Harry slowly walks past us. Not being able to help myself, my eyes trail over Harry's messy brown bed hair down to his skin tight t-shirt, which pops out his abs. I feel a kick on my right ankle and look up to see Bree, smirking at me. I grin back at her but then get pulled back into seriousness as we hear another clatter in the kitchen.

Immediately, we all run towards the sound. Stumbling one after another into the kitchen, we see a hooded figure ransacking through our cupboards.

"Can we help you?" growls Harry, clenching his fist tightly around the knife.

The noise stops and we all peer closer towards the figure. He (or she) turns around slowly, but not fully as it decides to launch itself at Harry. Immediately, I step forward to help him but then realise he doesn't need any help. The bored look on Harry's face, tells me he's not in the mood. He swiftly pushes the figure on the floor and that's when both me and Bree realise, it indeed is a girl. The face is hidden but we can tell as we see...

Boobs.

Harry steps back and looks at Bree and I. "Ladies" he says, simply.

As Bree reads my mind, a smirk forms on our faces. "It would be a pleasure" I smile, sweetly.

Bree places her hands behind her back and skips towards the girl on the floor. Before I could even register what was happening to her, Bree yanks her up by the collar. The girl claws at Bree's face but not for long as I yank her back. I grab her hands in a steely grip and twist them behind her back. She let's out a cry of pain and I see Bree giving me a look to stop. Unwillingly, I loosen my grip slightly. But that backfired as she wrenches her wrist out of my hands and swings at my face, landing a punch on my eye.

"You b*tch" I swear, grabbing my face as I stumble backwards.

Bree yanks on her hood but the girl traps her hand over Bree's, stopping her from pulling the hood all the way down. Trying to bear the pain, I walk towards her,and dig my nails into her hand. After a few moments she pulls away as she realises, I scraped my nails into her skin. Taking the advantage, I pull down the hood to see her face covered in a mask. It isn't an ordinary mask, it's...flipping scary.

My eyes widen and jump back slightly in shock as I look at the white pale mask, with blood drained over the mask.

"What the f..." I hear Harry start.