The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 7

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"They're close to us." Zayn says, biting his lip as he looks down at the note, then up to Harry. "W-What does that mean, Malik? Give me something." Harry rolls out with his eyebrows raised as I get off of Zayn's knee, standing by Harry.

"It means we know them personally. How many people know we're friends with Liam, huh?" He gets out with his eyebrows raised. "The number literally consists of me, you, Louis and Max." He says with a firm nod.

"Well, it's none of them if that's where you're going." I get out as I flick my hair up.

"That's not where I'm going. I'm saying that it has to be someone. Someone that's close to us and knows our business." He says slowly. "And who do you propose that to be?" Harry gets out with a cough.

"Someone in our gang," He gets out in a whisper. "I told everyone last night that I was going to Liam's because you called. They're the only ones that know that I'm here." He explains causing Harry to look down in thought.

"You seriously reckon? Would they betray you like that?" Harry gets out with his eyebrows raised. "No." He huffs. "That's the thing, these men have been around with me - longer than you have," He mutters looking up to Harry.

I look down, knowing that Zayn was onto something, however bad it sounded.

"It's obvious they only came here about twenty minutes ago considering the note is new and that you only saw it recently." Zayn gets out, scratching his head. "Where was it?" He asks to the curly haired fellow who seemed so deep in thought.

"I found it on the inside of the door," He gets out. "They've been in here - while we've been out."

I bite my lip, shit scared by now. They could be anywhere. Zayn was only armed with an empty gun and so was Harry. If they were still here then we'd be incredibly screwed.

I look down at Zayn, seeing that his eyes were shut, contemplating his next moves. "Go into the shed," He ushers pointing to the garden shed down the back. "You go with him." He calls to Harry who nods to himself, grabbing onto my forearm.

"W-What are you doing?" I say quickly, walking over to Zayn. "I'm checking the house." He grits as he holds his hand out to Harry who hands him over a couple of bullets from his pocket.

"Thanks," He mutters as he loads the gun which was on the floor. "Are you going to be alright?" I ask with my eyebrows raised.

"Y-Yeah I am," He nods quickly as he takes his jacket off, grabbing onto his gun with two hands as he stands at the corner, holding a finger over his mouth to signal us not to talk.

Harry stalks us over and into the silver shed, locking us from the outside then shutting the door.

"Come here," He whispers, grabbing one of the old torches on the shelf, turning it on so I could only see dimly. He points to the corner, his hand still holding my arm as he slots us on tightly, behind a box, letting out a sigh.

"Is he going to be alright?" I ask quietly as he flicks the torch off. "Yeah, let's just hope this is an overreaction, shall we?" Harry sighs.

"This is all happening so quickly. I can't deal with it." I sigh, looking down. "I know." He mutters as he mutters. "We're trying our bests, I promise that." He sighs.

"I'm sick of not being able to live properly - having to be worried about my life, your life and Zayn's life." I huff as, biting my lip.

"You're the priority right now Niall, you can't just ignore what's going on because then it'll end up killing all of us." He explains to me in a soothing voice.