Cryptic

Chapter 11: Relationships Tested

*Harry's mother's POV*

"Sofia, Sofia. You were just supposed to break off you and Harry's relationship. But you did not, and this whole cancer business. That's truly the stupidest excuse ever."

Sofia mumbled something past the tape I had put over her mouth.

"If you are calling me a bitch underneath that tape then the feeling is mutual," I laughed.

I dialed Liam's number and frowned when it went straight to voicemail. "Hey Liam, I put Sofia in a bathtub in a secret location that Harry would never dare go into, stupid boy did not even notice that the new, exactly the same as the old one, bathtub had no stains on the white porcelain part. Did you get him off this stupid quest to find her? Call me back when you can."

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* Harry's POV*

It was not long after we arrived to the hospital that Liam came back to being conscious. With only two broken ribs, a split lip, and a broken leg he was pretty much out of the clear, which in other words he will be forced to give me the answers I wanted.

I was gazing all around the room, the familiarity gnawing at the back of my mind. Then

I heard Liam mumble, "looks familiar huh?"

I turned to him.

"It's the same room Sofia died in," he continued once I did not say anything.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I know what it is," I lied, "just tell me what the hell is going on with my mother, you, and Sofia."

"Well I can say two out of three are alive."

I threw a journal at him. "Don't give me that bullshit Liam. You were supposed to be my bestfriend! The one I can turn to! Now tell me the fucking truth or so help me I will cut off your leg."

His eyes narrowed down at the journal laying on his chest. "So you looked."

"Hell yeah I looked! You and my mom were both against Sofia the whole time? So everything, her getting sick, that was all a lie?"

"Then why ask me if you know the truth?"

My hands balled into fists. "Because I want to hear it come out of YOUR mouth."

His eyes stayed on me. "Fine. I lied to you okay Harry, Sofia is not dead, you are not crazy. And your mother is a psycho with a point."

"A psycho with a...are you fucking kidding me?" I slammed my hand against the wall.

"I'd keep my temper if I were you."

I got closer to him, threatening to pull the IV out of his hand. "And I'd watch my mouth if I were you. They say if you pull the IV out quickly the vein in the hand will burst. Thus killing you."

"With all due respect, Mr. Styles, you don't have the guts to do it. You may have emo hair and piercings with a dark mind. But I KNOW you." He smirked.

I wanted to slap that smile right off his face, but I was not done with him. Not yet.

"If you did really know me, Mr. Payne, then you would know the lengths I would go to for Sofia, for the love that we share. And the justice that deserves to be justified."

I pulled the IV out and walked out the door. Liam's cries echoed throughout the halls and many doctors walked past me, but I did not care.

Arrest me. Put me in jail. There was only one thing that I cared more...

That I was going to save the girl I loved.