Borrowed

Confessions

I sat In Harry's room for twenty minutes, asessing and re-asessing the situation.

What the fuck is going on?

According to the clock hanging above the doorway it was 8:40.

Shit. 8:40? Security check is at nine.

Panic set in, if I wasn't home in twenty minutes Max would have at least three security teams searching the city for me.

Usually I would be overjoyed at the thought, but Harry didn't need that kind of trouble.

If Max saw him as a threat to me or to his buisness, both of which he currently was, he would make life a lot harder for him.

Maybe Harry deserves it... He did KIDNAP YOU.

I was used to dealing with creeps, but the house had such tight security that if I ever wanted them gone, gaurds where just the press of a button away.

No. Don't be stupid, Harry doesn't mean you harm, he's different.

But I knew that wasn't how Max would see it.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and I knew all the girls would be worried.

A few months ago a girl, Vanessa, was missing for two days.

She had checked out of the house at about lunch, said she was meeting her brother.

After two days, she hadn't checked back in, so Max sent out a search team to make sure she was ok.

They found her body an hour later, in some alleyway, overdosed on a cocktail of cheap drugs.

I decided there was no point dwelling on what might be, and took it upon myself to check out Harrys house.

The room I was sitting in was a spacious area that felt more like a well-taken care of office than a bedroom.

With a glass wall overlooking the city on my far right from where I sat on his bed, shiny black wooden floors spanned an area of many metres in front of me on both sides.

The bed I was seated on was black with white trims, and a half of the wall in front of me was missing, creating a feel that this room was linked with the one beyond it.

I wandered through it to the next room, which was a lounge area consisting of a few couches and the same dull black and white sleek style.

I wandered through a hallway and found myself in another lounge area, this one more colourful and bachelory looking, with a dartboard hanging on the far wall above a pool table, leather couches looking faded and scratched in places and a soft pleasant fire glowing far ahead of me.

I heard a soft thudfing which began to get louder slowly, until I registered it as approaching footsteps.

Shit. Should I not be in here?

"What are you doing in my room?" an angry Niall asked annoyed as I turned to face him "I swear if you've stolen anything I will call the police right now."

I didn't say anything, just pushed past him back to where I had entered.

Our shoulders collided unexpectedly and he grabbed my wrist.

"Did you not hear me? I am not some fucking homeless shelter for under the weather whores, what did you take?"

I reached into my top and exposed the edge of the still concealed blade, it glinted in the light.

He swiftly dropped my wrist and took a few strides away from me.

I tucked it back away and reached for the door, opening it wide.

I stopped halfway through it and reached into my stockings, pulling a black leather wallet out of the waist band.

I tossed it halfway across the room where it landed with a thud.

He looked slightly confused and felt around in his jacket pockets, "How the fuck did you?-"

I cut him off, slamming the door behind me.

I walked back down the hall and through the door to Harrys lounge.

How long til he realises it's empty?

I heard a bang behind me "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY?"

You are not the first man to ask me that, sir.

Harry crossed the room, standing beside me as i turned to see a bright red faced blonde.

"What's going on?" He looked at Niall and then me.

"This little bitch" Niall said taking a step forward, "stole my wallet and returned it empty" he said, throwing the object in question at Harry, who caught it and looked at me before flicking it open to inspect the contents.

"Well you have been less than polite to her..." Harry sighed.

"And that warrants theft does it?" Niall yelled angrily.

"Look, mate, calm down" he eased Niall of his emotional ledge.

"Harry I need you to take a serious fucking look at the situation you have placed yourself, this girl, and me in" Nialls voice raised at least two decibels.

"Niall, I'll pay you back whatever she took, don't over-react" Harry pushed Nialls wallet back towards him, pulling out his own.

"For fuck sake Harry" Niall grabbed his hair "it's not about the money!"

I just stood awkwardly watching the two argue over me, feeling out of place.

"What do you want me to say Niall?" Harry whispered "I-I love her."

Wait wait wait... WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY?

"You what?" Niall yelled "is that all you have to say?"

Harry's eyes looked glazed and he lowered his head, sniffling a deep breath before looking up and staring into Nialls eyes, whispering the one thing he seemed to think would resolve the situation.

"Niall... Bitches be crazy."