Zayn's POV
The guys are going to be here any minute and I am nervous. I don't care if They don't like Harry or if Harry doesn't like them, I am scared they are going to eat him. I mean I can contain myself around people, but them two? No, they don't care if they et someone in the middle of a park with children on the swings.
Knock Knock
I open the door, "Why the fuck is everyone knocking all of a sudden? You guys norally just walk right in!" I tell them.
"I thought that is what proper people do." Niall says.
"No, you dumb fuck. When I said be proper, I meant don't go torturing people to the extent you normally do." I tell them.
"Just keep it to slitting the persons throat and then eating them without making a huge mess like you norally do." I whisper.
They nod their head.
"Harry! Where did you go?"
"I am in here, I'll be out in a minute!" He yells back.
"Don't eat him," I say sternly to Liam and Niall.
"Whatever." Liam mumbles.
Harry comes down the stairs and walk up next to my side.
"When are we leaaving?" He whispers in my ear.
"Now," I tell him softly.
We start to walk out the door and into the woods. Liam and Niall are doing their own thing when the both look at me and nod.
Looks like they found someone.
"Stay atleast twenty feet behind us, and if you need to leave go home. Please?" I tell Harry as I run after Liam and Niall.
Harry's POV
I stay behind them like I'm told. I don't want to get in their way. They know what they are doing.
I walk behind them while they are speed walking, I guess you coud call it. When they find their first person I hide behing a group of trees. I watch what they are doing, but I don't really enjoy it. I mean I know I said I wanted to watch and see what they actually do. But when I saw Zayn slit that person's throat I ran back to his house.
And I layed down on his bed.
And I fell asleep with the images of Zayn killing that innocent person.
Zayn's POV
I slit this person thoat and I hear some leaves rustle. I turn to see Harry running away.
I knew bringing him was a bad idea.
I take the fore arm of the person Li just cut up. I don't even other talking to them, I finish quickly and sprint home. Not Even saying good bye to my friends.
When i get home I sit on my couch and think over what happened.
Harry went with us.
Harry saw me killl someone.
Harry left and I don't know where he is.
Harry might never come back.
Harry might never come back.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"Holy fuck!", I sream in shcok, "Harry!"
"What? I was in your room I just woke up. When I came out here you were eep in thought." Harry explains.
