Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Five- The City That Never Sleeps

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'Harry's POV'

If looks could kill, I'm sure everyone surrounding Louis would be dead. His piercing blue eyes dug into each and every person they icily glared at. They heated though when his eyes met mine. I watched the blue melt, then turn into liquid lava, and before I could even tell what was happening, I was having a clenched fist thrown at my face.

Luckily, I dodged his punch to my face. Unfortunately, his hit landed right on my chest. It's velocity knocked all the wind from my lungs, and all I could do was stumble backwards slightly as people gasped audibly in the growing crowd.

How many people fucking attend this shit?!

I'm still rubbing my chest where I was assaulted when Alexander steps in front of a severely pissed off Tomlinson. The graying man stepped closer before leaning into his ear and whispering something that not one of us bystanders could make out. Louis' face went stoic, his blue eyes froze up as his mouth firmed a grim line.

Tomlinson slowly looked up at Alexander as he took a step back. You could just tell he wanted to say something to him. Then suddenly his eyes flicked over to mine. His smaller frame made its way back over to me.

"Sorry about that, mate." He apologized, patting my back and slipping me a few dollar bills. My eyes widened when I saw five Benjamin's staring back at me.

"I lost my shit for a second. I should not have hit you. Come over to my place tomorrow to collect your reward." He continued as if he didn't even slip me five hundred dollars. Like five hundreds dollars was penny change. He gave me a tight lipped smile before walking--more like stomping--away. The crowd of mannequins came back to life as they made a wide path for him.

LaFroye turned to me after Louis was out of sight. His icy eyes holding me in place as he sauntered over. Alexander was undoubtably the most terrifying man I had ever met. He had this aurora of menacing power that dominated any atmosphere he was in, even outside you could still feel it just as strongly as you could in his office.

The very same office that I found myself in again after being shoved into another large black SUV. On the way back to the warehouse, Malik and some guy named Payne accompanied the driver and I. Payne and Malik conversed in coded conversations for most of the ride. Occasionally, Payne would ask me a personal question.

Where are you from?

The U.K.

What was your life like growing up?

Okay, I guess. Parents split when I was younger. All's good now, I suppose.

Shag any birds, yet?

I've only been here for a night and I wasn't allowed to leave my room at the hotel.

Oh yeah, that's right. Sorry, mate.

Then he had carried on in a very elaborately detailed story of how his night had gone last night with a tall, blonde named Candy.

Malik had questioned him if Candy was actually a prostitute or a stripper, and I had to hold myself back from laughing out loud when Payne responded with 'A desperate time calls for a desperate measure.'

As I walked into LaFroye's office in the warehouse, he was already sat behind his oversized mahogany desk, papers and files lay sprawled over the surface. He had directed me to sit down in one of the rather comfortable black leather chairs that faced him. He had congratulated me once again for being a survivor of a fucked-up game. All I wanted to do was go back to my hotel room and sleep, the day's events fully catching up to me as the seconds slowly ticked by, but LaFroye had other plans for me.