Unplanned {Harry Styles Fanfic}

Chapter 22

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*Harry POV*

I drove the roads faster than normal. I knew they were icy and I was putting myself and others in danger, but I needed to get back to the flat. Something doesn't feel right.

I thought I was going to have to pry the keys from Liam's hands back at the school, but instead I told a little lie about how I forgot some homework that was very important. He reluctantly handed me the keys and I ran through the halls and parking lot until I reached the car.

The building could be seen just a little ways ahead and I hit the gas pedal even harder. The back end of the car slid a bit as I pulled into the parking lot but I quickly regained control and parked the car in the handicap spot. I didn't care at the moment. I just needed to check on Laney.

I took the stairs two at a time, slipping and sliding on each one. I stuck the key into the top lock and heard it click open. When I pushed it into the lock on the knob and tried to turn it, it didn't budge. That lock was already unlocked. I could have sworn I locked both of the this morning when we left.

I grasped my hand around the tiny knob and that's when I felt the dents all over it. I pulled away to get a better look, but then remembered I needed to get in there. I could look at the knob later. I opened the door and I nearly had a heart attack at the sight in front of me.

The first thing that caught my eye was the shiny metal on the entry table. A gun. Second, I saw someone crouched down near the table. The person's head shot up quickly and I looked past them to see what they saw.

Laney. She was barely hid behind one of the couches, but it was hard to fully see her from where I was stood. Without another thought, I took two large, quick steps into the house and grabbed the gun with one hand just as the person stood up. I used my other arm to grab around their neck.

The person attempted to move and reach for me and that is when I realized who it was.

"Make one move, and I will pull the trigger." I didn't know what I was saying, but the words just tumbled out. I had the gun held up to his head but I didn't know what to do from here. My hands were starting to sweat and my pulse was racing from the adrenaline. I tried to sort my thoughts to figure out what I should do next.

"Laney." She looked towards me but I saw pure fear in her eyes. I dreaded to ask her to do anything, but I couldn't chance letting him go at all.

"Laney. Listen to me. I know you're scared. I know. But I need you to go to the kitchen and use the phone to call 911." She didn't move. For a second I wondered if she had even heard me. I opened my mouth to speak to her again, but she slowly started moving from behind the couch.

She stayed pushed up against the wall as she walked towards the kitchen door. I felt Chad's muscles tense and I pushed the gun a little harder into this head. I watched Laney walk through the door and I was slightly relieved just knowing that she wasn't in the same room as him, that he couldn't even see her.

"Do you really think calling the police is a good idea?"

Chad's voice caught me off guard and it sounded like he was struggling for breath a little bit. I didn't loosen my grip, he deserved it, but his question got me thinking. He must of realized I didn't understand because he spoke up again.

"My wife," he said the word with complete disgust, "is wanted for attempted murder."

I felt like my heart stopped for a minute. I hadn't kept up with the news the past few days. After the first night she was here, we avoided it at all costs. We didn't want to know what was going on. We didn't need more things to worry about. But doesn't Chad want her to get caught? Doesn't he want her to be punished for something she didn't do?