Pain //h.s [Editing]

Chapter Sixty- Two

This is the last official chapter you guys! Omg I can't believe Pain has actually reached its ending, I've been writing it for over 3 years. It's the first story that I started writing that I actually kept posted (hence the terribly written first chapters), and it's taken awhile to get here but I'm happy with the way it ended up. I hope you guys are, too! There will be an epilogue up soon, so if the ending isn't quite as satisfying as you would hope, then don't worry, there is a bit more to come! I hope you enjoy! xx

Also, on a side note, I got early acceptance to a few universities so far! I'm so excited about that, but I'm nervous for September to come. Lol anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter! Please don't forget to vote if you do. 

Riley's POV

As I stare at the warehouse back entrance to my right, I can feel my heart creeping up into my throat as my pulse quickens. I hear the click of Harry's seatbelt, informing me that he is ready to get out of the car, and I try my best to swallow down the lump forming in my throat as I follow suit. My actions are slow and cautious as I reach beside me, blindly clicking the button as my gaze remains focused on the building. I'm suddenly a lot more scared than I was moments ago.

"Don't be scared, Riley. I'm right here," Harry suddenly speaks, pulling me out of my trance. I glance to the other side, meeting his comforting eyes as they soften. "You don't have to come in with me. In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't," He states, sighing a little as he rests his palms on his lap.

I take a shaky breath, shaking my head. My mind is already made up and there's no way I'm going to allow my fear to miss what's about to go on in there. I've been waiting so long to give Andrew what he deserves, and I need to face him before he goes away as much as I know Harry does, whether I actually gain the courage to utter a word to him or not.

"I'm coming with you."

Harry's face remains stoic. He gives me a short nod, knowing that no matter how hard he tries, he isn't going to convince me to listen to him. So with one last sigh, he grabs the door handle and hops out, expecting me to follow.

When we go around the front of the building and approach the front door, I almost stop in my tracks, but feeling Harry's hand grab mine allows me to continue. Andrew is the one who needs to be worrying here, his life is about to be completely flipped upside down when the police get here and Harry and I will no longer have to worry about him or any of the other men in there that live under his control. That thought alone brings me a comforting feeling that creates a hint of a smile on my lips when Harry yanks the door open, making a not-so-subtle entrance. All heads turn to face us, those who are near enough to the door to hear the intrusion that is, and I'm faced with the reality of this place instantly. It's very empty in here aside from the boxes and crates that litter the place, and the dirty cement floor and dusty air allows me to quickly make the assumption that this place was probably once a mechanics garage or something.

"Styles, nice of you to drop by!" Someone barks, their words followed by a deep chuckle as a few other hushed laughs join in. My eyes dart around, immediately settling on the source of the voice. There stands Andrew in the flesh, the chilling smirk that I remember from months ago at the grocery store adorned on his mocking face. Images of Harry pummeling him in the public place flash through my vision and I feel satisfaction at the memory. Gosh, how time changes things. I was so mad at Harry for getting in that fight back then, but now here I am wishing I could see it all happen again right in front of me.

"I thought I'd pay you a nice little visit before I get the satisfaction of watching your ass get dragged out of here," Harry chuckles, grinning back at him as Andrew's face undoubtedly contorts in confusion. Harry is enjoying this, that much I know, but I can also hear the underlying anger in his tone as he stands and watches Andrew.