ONE THOUSAND AND SEVENTY ONE WORDS.
Blue's P.O.V
"The murders in Bradford of a mother and a daughter, and then suicide of the father. Yeah, it was all over the news when it happened. What does that have to do with you making money?" Harry asked confused, I looked over to Zayn and shook my head. He really didn't have to tell Harry, and I have a bad feeling he'll regret telling him in the future. Not necessarily because of Harry, just because Zayn often changes his mind on what he's told people.
"Yaser, Patricia and Waaliyah. Yaser, the fucked up father. Patricia, the selfless mother and Waaliyah the lovely daughter of the two. Later were found dead on the late night of October the fifth 2017. They were found by the young son of Patricia and Yaser, Zayn Malik." Zayn finished. Harry looked over to Zayn with furrowed brows, then his eyes widened.
"You, your the lost kid? You went missing straight after all of that happened, everyone's convinced that you're dead." Harry exclaimed, Zayn nodded and looked to me.
"Zayn never went missing, the media just couldn't find him because he moved here after the government started to pay for him, apparently it was their fault the police didn't come when the girls called them, so in a way they're paying him off for not being able to save them." I spoke, Harry looked extremely weirded out, not looking at me once but straight at Zayn who was looking down at his shoes.
"And you're okay with that? You're completely fine with them not responding to a call that could've potentially saved their lives?" Harry asked almost angry but not quite. Zayn looked back up shrugged and shook his head.
"Harry the fastest response time they've had in Bradford is four minutes. They were killed by Yaser only one minute after the call, there was no way they would've gotten there in time anyway." Zayn explained, Harry nodded scratching the back of his head.
"I'm sorry I asked Zayn, I should've just kept my mouth shu-"
"Please don't treat me any different now that you know, don't bore me with your sympathy. I'm a big boy I can figure it out." Zayn cut Harry off, Harry sighed and nodded.
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After the big discussion, Zayn told Harry to ask all the questions he wanted to ask, I said I was gonna have a quick shower so they could do their own thing, I washed my hair, and got out, wrapping one of my crisp white towels around my frame. I walked out of the bathroom heading towards my room just past the stairs, on the way I bumped into Harry.
"Shit sorry," he said trying to not look down past my neck, failing but then trying hard to keep his eyes up, feeling rather embarrassed I replied quickly "It's fine." walking around him towards my room, I shivered a bit when I turned to see him still looking at me.
I walked in and put on my black track pants and my dark grey long sleeve shirt, then just as I put my hair up there was a knock at my door, I furrowed my brows and opened the door. Harry was there with a neutral look on his face, I was waiting for him to tell me him and Zayn had got into another fight but he didn't.
"Hey Blue, just wanted to let you know I'm leaving." he announced, he looked behind me and smirked. I turned to see what he was looking at, my mothers old records. "Didn't know you liked to collect these? Especially Fleetwood Mac," he said pushing past me to look at them, I shrugged.
"They're not mine, I don't even have a proper record player to play any of them." I explain crossing my arms over my chest, he looks back to me with confusion on his face. "So you just collected all these records to have them?"
"I just said, they're not mine."
"Who's are they then?"
"My mothers."
Harry nodded thinking about what he said next for a while, I knew what he was gonna ask.
"She's dead. Car accident, my dad was driving he was drunk and angry, he survived she didn't." I explained looking away as tears brimmed my eyes, I swallowed down the lump in my throat and turned back to him trying to have a straight face.
"Sorry to hear that Blue. Anyway, I should probably go, I have to pick up Gemma from her friends soon." I nodded with a small smile, what I would do for a sister. Harry started walking over to the door, but he stopped infront of me.
"Also I'm sorry for bumping into you earlier, and then staring like a creep." he apologized smiling he then leaned down and hugged me around my waist with his head resting on my shoulder. I slowly lifted my arms and hugged him back. He pulled away and said a final goodbye.
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I woke up next morning on the couch with Zayn, I had gone downstairs after Harry left and offered to watch a movie, we must have fallen asleep. I then heard a knock on the door which was probably the reason I woke up in the first place. I got up and answered the door to find Harry.
"Good morning, wanna go to the mall? I'm bored." he explained over enthusiastically, I furrowed my brows. Harry was never this happy, loud or enthusiastic. I put my finger to my lips signalling for him to be quiet and stood outside shutting the door behind me.
"Harry, the sun has barely come up, it's literally eight 'o' clock in the morning. One, why are you up so early? Two, why are you so jumpy, three, why are you here?" I asked genuinely. He smiled and nearly laughed, something really wasn't right.
"I know what the time is, I've been up all night, and I just told you why I'm here. I wanna go to the mall," he explained obviously skipping one of my questions.
"Harry I asked three ques-" I stopped and looked into his eyes, squinting my own. He smirked as I looked, that's when I noticed his pupils were extremely dilated and red.
"Are you high Harry?"
"Yeah, I only smoked a joint though."
"Bullshit, your pupils are massive,"
"They are?" he pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked into his reflection, furrowing his brows at his insanely dilated pupils. He put his phone away and shrugged.
"I swear I only smoked a joint darling, now will you accompany me to the mall.. M'lady?" he asked cracking up at what he called me, I couldn't help but smile at his behavior.
"No way, if you get pulled over they'll know straight away Harry." I stated, he just smiled at me and shook his head putting his face right infront of mine.
"Then we'll just have to runaway together, won't we sweetheart?"
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sorry
i'm gonna try get out better and faster chapters
i do genuinely like this story
i just need to sort my life
love y'all
-beck.
