Betrayed [h.s.]

Chapter Seven

"What do you mean?" I ask frantically.

"He's dead, Nicole!" Harry shouts. "He's dead." His eyes start to water and he begins pacing back and forth again.

"Come on, let's go inside." I tell him, grabbing his hand. His touch sends a tingle up my arm.

He jerks his hand away, the tingle soon disappearing. "No, not here," he says, his voice breaking at the end. "Follow me."

We both go to our cars and I follow him.

I can't help, but feel bad for Harry. Him and Louis seemed close, probably closer than many of his friends. Hell, I was growing a liking to him, too. But Louis trusted him with his shop, I'm sure there's a strong connection between the two of them.

Was, my subconscious reminds me. God, now is not the time, I argue with her.

Harry drives along a dirt road before he pulls into a small path, only big enough for a car to pass through. It leads to a massive house with a dead garden and is surrounded by tall trees. It's a beige-ish color with a dark blue roof. It has more windows than I can probably count and it must be a two story, at least.

Harry turns off the car and he gets off the truck, slamming the car door.

Is he angry?

I take a deep breath and step out of my car, following him suit. He fumbles with the keys, trying to get the door to open. When he opens it, it's pitch black inside- that is, until he turns on the light.

My eyes widen at the sight in front of me. I knew it would be big, but I didn't think it would be this big. Two staircases curve around the sides of the room, leading to a balcony-like floor. The floor is a crystallized grey. A giant chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

Harry goes upstairs, leaving me by myself. My arms swing at my sides, awkwardly.

Should I sit down? Should I go upstairs with him? No, that's stupid.

Harry returns with a few blankets.

Wait, why does he have blankets? Am I gonna sleep here?

"C'mon." He jerks his head, suggesting to follow him.

"What are we doing here?" I ask as we walk into the living room. Pictures with people hang on the walls. I don't see pictures of Harry anywhere.

Is this his house?

"We'll be staying here for the night," he responds, coldly.

"Why?"

"Because if the murder knew we were with Louis, then he definitely knows where we live."

"Wait, this isn't your house?" I ask and stop walking

"No- yes." I furrow my eyebrows. "It's hard to explain."

I nod my head as we continue our small journey to God knows where. We stop in front of a dark wooded door. Harry opens it and switches the light on. Inside there's a king sized bed, and enormous windows are plastered on the side of the room. There's a fire place at the far left of the room. I can't help feeling like this is a girls room.

"You'll be staying here," he says, dropping the blankets on the bed. "If you need me, I'll be a down the hall." I nod my head before he closes the door.

I sigh and set down my bag at the foot of the bed. I walk across the room, examining each picture. I come across a picture with a child on a swing, smiling a toothless smile. It's a little girl, she seems so happy. Her long brown hair flows in the wind. The door opens, making me snap my head.