Indie (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Harry and I are currently in his Range Rover on our way to his hometown which is about 3 hours north of London.

We are 2 hours into the drive and I'm getting more nervous each minute that passes on the clock.

About 20 minutes ago, between my leg jumping and my jittery body, Harry reached over and held my hand which, surprisingly, calmed me down a bit.

I will glance over at him every once in awhile when he starts singing to whatever song is on the radio because he is actually pretty good; he'll catch me watching him and he chuckles under his breath at my blushing cheeks.

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We're pulling into Sheffield right now and my nerves are through the roof but I'm trying my best to hide it because Mr. Calm-and-collected over here is laughing at me.

"How are you so calm!?" I blurt out before I can stop myself.

"What do you mean?" He says while trying to hide his smile.

"All of this crap happened at your flat, we are going to your hometown where I suppose your dad is who, may I remind you, wants to kill you and probably me too." I respond.

He stays quiet and looks like he is processing what I said.

"They can't hurt us if we stay in the car." He says after a few minutes.

"They can shoot us and boom, we're dead." I retort.

"No they can't," he pauses, "the car is kinda bullet proof." He explains.

Really?! Bullet proof. Yeah that's completely normal.

Apparently my silence was enough of an answer because he laughs at me as he pulls up to, what looks like, a worn down shack,.

"This isn't your house is it?" I say with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, we need weapons just in case don't we?" He says.

"You never told me we would need weapons! I can't shoot a gun, I can't hurt someone!" I panic.

"Would you rather have someone kill you or would you rather hurt them before they  can." He raises his eyebrows.

I stay silent because I know I have lost this one.

Harry - 1, Indie - 0

We step out of the SUV and I wait for Harry to come around so I can hide behind him before we go in.

The shack used to be painted a dim green color but now only chips of it remain on the  rotting wood of the outside.

Walking up to the door, there is a keypad and Harry types in a code that he seems to have memorized a long time ago. Stepping inside, I am met with the polar opposite of  what it looks like on the outside; Metal sheets line all of the walls and floor to give it an edgy look, many tables are set up with computers and heavy machinery lining the tops on they're sleek look.

There are people sitting at the computers who all look back at us as we walk further in. I hear a scream coming from my side which makes me jump.

A man with a bright smile runs up to Harry and hugs him so while they chat, I look him  over. He looks to be in his twenty's and has a bit longer, brunette hair with bright blue

eyes that you can barely see when he smiles. He is adorned in a torn up All Time Low shirt with some black skinnies and vans.

When they end their 'bro hug', the unknown man looks at me and extends his hand while he says something that I now understand.

"Hi, I'm Louis! Who are you?" He says in a chipper voice with an accent not from  around here.

I shake his hand and greet him back before he brings us both over to the table with all of the guns.

"So, what are you looking for my friend? " He directs towards Harry.

Harry ponders before he says a AK47 (A/N: I don't know guns, I'm sorry! D: ) for him and a simple gun for me which I am handed a gun seconds later that is a little bigger than my hand but it still kills.

Next, we walk over to one of the computers and while they chat about whatever it is, I zone out into my own little world.

I think about how fast my life has changed in just a day; first I was just on a date with Harry and now, here I am in a massive warehouse, with a gun tucked in the back of my jeans...that's where Harry told me to put it. The coldness of the metal barrel sends shivers down my spine and not because of the temperature of it.

I can't believe I am involved with an...oh my God...an assassin...He is an assassin! I didn't even think about that.

Oh, mother wouldn't be proud.

Not the time for that, Indie!

Sorry.

My internal argument is interrupted when Harry tugs at my arm towards the exit and I am concentrating on not falling as I also wave at Louis who waves enthusiastically at me..odd that one...I like him.

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"So are we going to your father's?" I question after we have been in the SUV for about 10 minutes after leaving the warehouse.

"Yes ma'am. " he drums his digits on the steering wheel as we drive down the highway. (A/N.. is that what they call them in UK orrr?)

I nod my head and look out the window to just be met with concrete walls towering over the road at least 20 feet tall.

I sigh sadly at the sight and instead decide to lean my head back and close my eyes; maybe being able to sleep before we arrive.

I feel a hand grab mine from my lap and give it a reassuring squeeze which I return and smile with my eyes still closed.

He doesn't let go and so we stay like that as I slowly fall asleep.

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"Indie..come on darling. Up and at 'em." I groan and cover my ears from the voice who has bothered my sleep.

"Indie Rae Summers, get your ass up or I swear to-"

"Alright, Alright! I'm up."

'Stubborn Ass' I hear him mutter under his breath and I let him know that I heard by flipping him off and he chuckles.

When I finally get out of the car, in front of me is a mansion of a house but guarded by a huge metal gate a few feet from me.

"How are we going to get in?" I question Harry knowing that he didn't think about this before.

"I doubt that he has changed the passcode in all these years." he rolls his eyes.

He punches in a 4 digit code and the gate starts to creak open. We step back into the car and proceed up the driveway.

Once we reach the mansion, Harry parks and we get out of the car. Harry takes long strides up to the door while I have to run to catch him.

Stupid short legs.

We are standing in front of the door.

Knock Knock.

My heart is beating 100 miles per minute as the door creaks open to reveal an old man with a devilish smile.

"Welcome home, Harry."

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Sorry for taking so long! Crazy life but hopefully it will calm down a little bit before I head to college in about a month!

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