Demons //h.s

Chapter Eight

Sometimes I get confused to which characters are which. Like I accidently put people from Oblivion in here and then I'm like whoops wrong story ITS REALLY FRUSTRATING. UGH. so if you see that I've written like Ellie in here or written Amber or whatever in Oblivion, I'm sorry, I always get confused gah

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Harry's POV

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Her face turns a sickly shade of white and her hands start to shake, Louis lunging forward to see what is wrong, but I already know. I can see the pieces of her mind fitting together in her eyes, her memories coming back. It was probably wrong for me to think that it was better for her to lose her account on my - uh, breakout.

I react quickly when she leaps towards me, anger and fury in her eyes. I knew that this would happen, but I really didn't expect her to be so vicious. She grabs onto the back of my shirt as I practically sprint out the door, closing it behind me with a bang. I hold the door for a couple of seconds just to make sure Louis has restrained her, but it won't surprise me if he's let her come and bash me.

Nothing follows her attack at me, except for a bit of yelling from both Louis and Scarlett, in which I - being the rude person I am - press my ear closer to the door, trying to hear their conversations, well, arguing.

"Why is it that he is dangerous? Why is it that I've started having freaky nightmares ever since I met him? How come there was a rose that he bought on my kitchen top at midnight, Louis?! Why did he hurt me?" My stomach drops. I bet Louis's did too. I don't wait to here the rest of that conversation, I make a bolt for it. My long legs carry me down the street to where I parked my car, unlocking it, hopping into the seat and starting the car all in one motion. My car speeds down the street, and it is only then do I have time to think about what is going on.

Should I apologise? Come clean if everything I have done and tell her about the darkness within me? Louis of course would not approve, and say that it's just best that I stay away from her, but for some reason, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep away.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Exact words of Louis Tomlinson, but now that doesn't apply, because what she doesn't know has hurt her. What she doesn't know has hurt her and will continue to hurt her. She needs to know, and before it's too late. Louis thinks that keeping her from my secrets will keep her safer from the world that I live in, but I realise it will only increase the danger now. I pull over to the side of the road, turning off the car and laying back into the seat, running my fingers through my hair.

What have I gotten myself into? One simple job, that was all I had to do. I've had thousands of jobs exactly like this one, it was no different from the rest, except this job was my ticket to a life of freedom for me again. It was my way to get out of this hellhole and to stop doing other peoples dirty business, but of course, I screwed it up. If she hadn't gotten in the way, everything would be over and done. Damn Scarlett, what has she done to me?

I need to finish this job, no distractions, no Scarlett. I fired up the car again, turning sharply and making my way back to Scarlett's house, swerving through the little cRs on the road and earning a couple of angry honks from the people in the cars passing by. I seem to have further than I expected, taking a while to get back to her apartment again, only to see that her car isn't parked outside. I frown, pulling the car into the curb and jumping out, sprinting up the stairs to enter the building.

I am greeted with dead silence echoing through the building, both Louis's and Scarlett's apartments closed and no noise or motion coming from them. I walk up the few stairs to Scarlett's door, knocking on it twice. When I get no response, I knock again, this time a little more hastily. I am beginning to grow impatient, knocking on the door harder. My frustration takes over and I knee the door, taking it down in one swift motion. Black creeps into the corners of my eyes, but I fight it back, striding into the apartment. There's still nobody here, and I have no idea where she could've gone.