Smooth Criminal

VI

"Grace Eve Alston!" I suddenly heard someone scream. I snapped open my eyes instantly realizing that was my mother calling which meant they were finally back... And probably angry.

I threw the sheets off my body jumping out of my bed almost tripping in the process. I hesitantly walked down the stairs seeing my parents in sight when I reached the bottom, they both wore frustrated and angry looks. They both stood side by side, dad had his arms crossed over his chest taking in a long sigh and mom had her hands gripping onto her hips as she gave be that uncomfortable look that made me feel like she was staring right into my soul and judging me.

"Is something wrong?" I questioned trying to play everything off cool. I knew clearly why I was called down here. To get lectured and by the end of all this I will get some sort of punishment. I'm not saying I never saw this coming but I guess I deserved it.

"Where is the test object?" Dad asked sternly wasting no time to jump right to the point.

"We came back this morning and find that he wasn't in the cell yet the door was locked" He added.

"I don't know, I had nothing to do with him escaping plus why would I bother to let him out, this has never happened before and I don't even know where the key is" I lie, I know it's hard lying to them on top of that ruining their research. They looked at one another for a second and in sync darted their heads back at me.

"Stop trying to play games with us Grace" Mom spoke up. They have always been able to tell when I was lying that or I'm just a really bad lier.

"We'll talk about this later, just go to your room" Dad instructed bring his hand to his forehand rubbing it in frustration. I simply nodded running back up the stairs.

I plopped myself on my bed looking down at the floor. I knew this was a bad idea, Harry is gone and who knows he might be across the world by now. I feel guilty for ruining my parents research and I still can't even answer my own questions, why did I even let Harry out? nothing ever got me to set the other test objects free... Why now?.

Suddenly I heard a light knock come from my window...at first I let it slide thinking it was probably a rock or something but I heard the same knock this time sounding more like a patterned knock. I got up taking a few steps towards the one big window in my room slowly pulling aside the large white fabric curtains. I was surprised at seeing the sight in front of me dropping my arms back to my sides.

"Harry?" He just rolled his eyes and got another knock from him as he motioned pretending to open a window. I got the idea and quickly unlocked and slid it open enough for him to squeeze himself in.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper watching him brush his clothes. He was no longer wearing the dirty orange jumpsuit noticing he cleaned up well, his hair was no longer messy and all over the place instead it was brushed back framing his face perfectly.

"I realized that I didn't thank you the other day for releasing me" he spoke in his thick deep British accent picking up one of the little of decoration statues on my bed side table facing his back towards me. I rushed over grabbing the object from his hand more harshly then I intended placing it back as it was before causing his to look over at my raising his eye brow.

"It wasn't a big deal, consider it a thank you gift from the day you stopped your so called friend from rapping me" I fixed my posture soon realizing I was standing offley close to him I could tell he noticed too because he step closer filling the small gap between us pressing our bodies together. I felt my face start to heat up slowly the heat going through my whole body.

"Grace?" I heard my moms voice from right outside my door followed by a gentle knock. I felt heat rise as I started to panic inside, I spun around on my heel to face the door so my back was now towards Harry. I looked around trying to look for a place for him to hide, and that's when my eyes snap over to my large closet door that was wide open so I did the first thing that could pop into my head and pushed him in slamming the door shut.

"Yes?" I ask in a polite manner but still remembering to add a little annoyance into my voice.

"I just wanted to see if you were doing alright, we realized we were being a bit to harsh with you, and we shouldn't have accused you like that without a reason to."

"Apology accepted" I grinned showing the most fake smile I could, I kind of felt bad for doing that but I mean I cant just let it slide like that, and yes I did let him out but it was the fact that they blamed me with no reason to. I shut the door after I saw her walk back down the stairs pressing my back against the white wooden door letting out a long sigh.

I pushed off the door only to see the closet door wide open again like how it was last time. Did he leave? why would he just leave like that?.

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Harry's Point of View.

I walked through the large metal door, I see it still has that same annoying ear bleeding screech to it every time someone would open it. The lads were sitting on the same old ripped up dirty couches leaning over playing what seemed like poker. Typical.

"Harry! Its been so long!" I heard Niall yell pulling me into a bear hug patting my back following by Louis and Liam. The lads still look the same as I remember but Zayn wasn't here. Where was he?

"Harry!" I heard a deep voice slur from behind me.

I turned around only to see a boy with a mop of messy dark brown hair, his eyes had dark bags under them and he held a beer bottle in his hand. Zayn.

"Zayn what happened?"

"Nothing just enjoying some beer" he replied slurring his words holding up the beer. I felt steam boiling inside me... What the hell is wrong with him?! I come finally back after 2 months and he greets me while drunk.

I tried to grab the beer out of his hand but he just shoved me back.

"Zayn drop the fucking bottle" I muttered through my teeth. But all he did was take another sip from it which got me to knock it out of his hand hearing it hit the ground and break with a loud sound. I felt myself standing in a pool of alcohol. Zayn looked down furrowing his brows looking back at me.

"What the hell is your fucking problem Harry?!" He shouted clenching his fist but I kind of found this amusing all of a sudden.

"All I did was greet you, you have been out for a week and you have the fucking nerve to come back here and do that, where the hell were you anyway?" He added raising his tone of voice. "Oh wait don't answer that...I bet you were to busy banging that new girl of yours, how long have you been with her and when are you planning on leaving her?" He questioned smirking noticing the anger boiling inside me. Wait he no one knew about Grace except for Liam. I looked back at Liam who was already looking down.

"Or did you already leave-" I pulled my fist back swinging it forward causing my fist to collide with Zayn's hard jaw almost knocking him over but he quickly managed to catch his balance, before he could react I grabbed his collar pulled him closer.

"Don't ever talk about me OR her like that again, or I will personally deal with your big mouth next time." I growled in his ear before pushing him back letting go of his collar as he stumbled back.