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From where you were standing, you could somewhat see the relation in Harry's face. This must have been the guy Luis was talking about.
"What do you want from me?" you questioned harshly, gritting your teeth in every attempt to make yourself look less afraid and more careless. Harry didn't speak for a moment and continued to stand and observe you. He moved from the wall he was leaning against and forward to the window, enabling a closer look at you.
"I must say, Y/N, I can see why Tom picked you" he smirked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. To say you were practically in an industrial building, he was well dressed. "Such a shame, really"
"What are you talking about?" you were getting anxious. You wanted to get out of here as fast as possible, but Harry was moving too slow for you to worm anything out of him. You wanted to know where Tom was and go home, back to sitting on the couch in his arms surrounded by his scent.
"Tom's got a job to do and unfortunately for him, his neglection to the work has cost him,"
"So why am I here? I don't mean anything to Tom"
"Oh, we both know that's not true" Harry cocked his brow upwards. You knew you meant something, but nothing more than just an acquaintance. Maybe even a friend, but nothing more and certainly, hopefully, nothing less. "Tom has to be punished for his actions, and that's where you come in"
"So, what? You gonna put a bullet in my head just to get back at your brother?" Harry's eyes widened slightly. "I'm not stupid"
"Yeah, you don't look it" He spat, leaning against the glass on one arm, "Now I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut"
"Or what?"
Harry pulled a small remote from his pocket, holding it to the glass. You looked behind you to where a small screen began to start up. What looked like a live recording was displayed, and as you narrowed your eyes you could make out it was Tom. "Or else he gets it" Harry's words timed perfectly as a figure walked across the screen. Tom was lying limp, tied to a chair in the middle of an empty room.
"What's it gonna take to get him out of here?" You spun around, voice sounding desperate. "Whats this sick game your playing?" you thrust your fist against the glass, the panel shaking from the altitude. Harry chose to remain quiet, sending you a signature smile before leaving and walking back the hallway, your eyes glued to his back. Left alone again, you turned yourself around and focused your eyes on the screen where Tom was sat. You felt your heart sink a little as your body began to crave what it was missing: his touch, his scent, his lips against yours. But then the sour taste on your tongue as your mind craved the taste of a cigarette, tucked between your teeth. You'd been using Tom as a distraction over the past couple of days, and now you didn't have your excuses everything was coming back.
