Different Drugs

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Cat POV
I felt Harry's body pressed against my back as I halted. I couldn't do anything but stare at this man. He was getting up to leave. He kissed an older women on the cheek and a gentlemen shook his hand. I just watched as he left. Harry was breathing heavily behind me but surprisingly didn't move. He hadn't noticed us as we weren't very close. He walked outside and I ran before Harry could stop me.

I saw him turn right and walked down the road. I didn't think about my next action, just did. I walked behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around I punched him as hard as I could. His already bruised face winced in pain.

"You fucking bitch" he turned to me like he was going to do something. But I felt someone grab my waist and I went straight into their chest. Nostrils filled with the familiar scent. Only to have my ears filled with the sound of a gun shot. I heard him screamed in pain. He wasn't dead. Harry wrapped him arm tighter around my waist as he pulled me to run, I heard people yelling behind us. I ran with Harry, I don't know I trust this bad man but I couldn't help myself.

We ran to his Range Rover, it wasn't far away. He opened the driver door and I climbed through to the passenger. He started the car and sped off, cutting in front of other cars. He seemed completely unfazed by what happened. His knuckles white on the wheel and the other hand on my leg. I was trying to catch my breath. I couldn't breath, let alone speak. I still managed to hold onto my food. I potentially saw someone get killed and I still managed to hold onto my pasta while fleeing the scene.

We drove in completely silence. Nothing but my breathing could be heard.

"Harry, what -"

"Cat. Don't." He still looked pissed.
I reached into my backpack and grabbed a water I had bought from the coffee shop. I tried to drink to calm myself down. I was trying to wrap my head around what happened. I punched my attack, but then Harry shot him.

"Did you kill him?" I said sternly.

"No Cat I didn't kill him. He just needed to know not to step within 100 feet if my girl."

We kept driving for about 40 mins. We pulled into the familiar warehouse gates. I was actually shocked Harry had knocked me out but I paid absolutely no attention to anything on the way hear except the hand in my lap. The rings on Harrys left hand has 'K' on one ring, assuming that was for Kings, his gang. The other was plain silver. His right hand had a ring with 'H' and the other ring was on his pinky. It had diamonds forming a tear drop.

The hand was removed, I looked up and realized we were parked. Harry got out and slammed the door after. I sat in the car for a moment. Looking at the open front door. I slowly climbed out of the car but instead of going inside, I walked down the driveway. This was all too much in too little of time. Its been what? 3 days? 4? Less than a week and my life was already turning inside out.

I left everything in the car, I grabbed the hoodie Harry had in the back too. It was getting chilly out and his hoodie would fit over mine. Everything I had, belonged to him. I only took the hoodie because Harry probably has 4 and it was getting cold. I walked to the end of the driveway and heard a car coming. I saw Zayns Cadillac and Louis' Benz. I went to the side of the driveway, there was a bush to hide myself behind. I waited until they passed and ran out of the gate before it closed.

I continued to walk down the street. If I got to the main roads, I'd at least be able to find the bus. I remember Harry taking a bunch of turns to get in the neighborhood so I just took some random turns, hoping to find my way out. I was terrible at remembering directions and I didn't even know where I was.

I was walking for an hour now. The neighborhood was just more and more confusing. I couldn't get back even if I wanted to. I was now surround by unfamiliar houses and a park. I walked towards the park and sat on the bench. I was tired from walking and my body hurt. My cut was healing nicely but my body ached if I did too much, which I did. I also didn't have my pain medicine.

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