Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 25

HARRY'S POV

I walked up to Faithlyn's front door, unprepared for the questioning she was going to give me when I take step into this house. I really wasn't in the mood for her to ask questions and to twist my answers like she always does. I just want to try my best to avoid questions because I always seem to fuck up and spill everything that was suppose to be kept a secret.

Don't get me wrong, I would love to tell her what's going on so she wouldn't be mad at me for hiding things, but Louis said that she needs to stay out of it and most importantly- stay safe. I don't know what I would do if she was brought in to this.

"Babe, I'm home." I call loudly throughout the average sized house.

"I'm on the couch." Her voice sounded strained, exhausted maybe.

I walked into the living room to see my girlfriend with a blanket pulled over the lower half of her body, fingers moving in circles against her temples and eyes shut.

It was a sight that made me feel sympathy for her. I don't know what happened but she's going to have to tell me one way or another.

"Faith, what's wrong?" I asked as I kicked off my shoes and left them on the side of the L shaped couch. I lifted up both of her feet, sat down, and placed her legs lightly on to my lap.

She sighed before speaking. "The cops showed up a few minutes ago. They're looking for your drug dealer and his stuff." She kept her eyes shut and her fingers moving as I felt like everything in my body froze except for my pumping heart.

"Why would they come here?" I gulped.

"I don't know, maybe I'll tell you if you tell me what the hell is going on." Her voice raised. I could tell that she also was not in the mood for games and shit either.

It was a lose-lose situation. If I tell her what is happening, there will just be more questions and she'll want to be involved in it. Then again, since the police came to this house, I guess she's already involved now, which in no way is good at all. If I don't tell her, she'll be pissed off at me for hiding things from her and I don't want her to get tired of my secrets and leave. I can't let her leave. I know that I'm already in too deep for her to just leave me.

I cursed under my breath before I started explaining. "You already know half of it. Zayn is being chased by police because they broke into the safehouse and found one of his boxes of cocaine and it had his fingerprints on it."

"So where do you come into this situation?" She raised herself up, showing me that I have her full attention.

"Louis called me yesterday and said that I needed to help hide the boxes for Zayn. If we keep them in one place, the police will find them easily, but if we keep them moving it'll be harder for them to find and once they view all the suspects houses, they'll leave us alone possibly and they will just be after Zayn. At least that's how I see it." I admitted.

"What happens when they find Zayn?"

"He'll go to jail for a few years and we probably won't see him until he's at least in his early thirties." I chuckled by accident.

"Why for so long?"

"He's been in trouble quite a few times."

She was silenced for a bit which made me wonder what was going through that pretty little head of hers. I studied her face. Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling, she bit her plump bottom lip in deep thought and twirled her thumbs in small circles.

"What are you thinking?" I finally asked.

Her thumbs stopped twirling. She looked at me and let her bottom lip free from the grip she had on it with her teeth and parted her lips.