Bad Reputation

//Chapter Fourteen//

I approached the concrete pathway, pushing the rusted brown wooden gate aside as it flew open welcoming me in, hardly.
I walked up the pathway, leading me to his door. My feet suddenly crunched on a twig at his old doormat, as I cringed as it was substantially loud. I went to knock on the door, my eyes trailing around on the ground as they lead up to a dark figure standing in the doorway, as I was knocking on his hard chest.
"Sorry,"i flushed, turning my head away avoiding him seeing my red cheeks. I finally looked up as the light was now showing the man's face.
But this was definitely not Harry. The man had bright blue eyes and a sandy brown coloured hair.
"Careful, love,"he chuckled, looking into me, his eyes focusing into mine. They were beautiful, but not the beautiful which Harry's was. The boy was nice looking but again, he wasn't intriguing me as much as Harry did.
"How can I help you?"he spoke, his accent thick, for sure he wasn't American.
He gestured his head, giving me a what's your name, look.
"Oh, I'm Belle, and you are?"i said, raising my eyebrows.
"Louis,"he said reaching out and kissing my cheek.
"I'm here for Harry."i blushed, for the second time.
"C'mon in, he's in his room, upstairs, turn left, the door with the crack on it,"he said, gesturing his arm upstairs.
"Thanks,"i mumbled, walking in as Louis closed the door and walked away leaving me to go upstairs.
I arrived upstairs, and searched for the directions and descriptions Louis gave me. I spotted the door with the crack in it. I think Harry uses his door as a punching bag, Louis should have said, the door with many cracks and dents.
I knocked on the door as I heard a voice clearing itself, then heavy footsteps getting louder to the door, as I gulped and straightened up, getting ready for Harry to be all like, what are you doing here?
He opened the door, looking perfect as ever. He had on his signature black V neck t-shirt, with his black skinny jeans and black army boots. His hair was gelled up and pushed back at the front, as he spotted my gaze and chuckled;
"You should take a picture babe, it'll last longer,"he said, still chuckling.
"Harry, I'm here on a serious note, may I come in?"i said, projecting my manners, cause that's what good girls do.
"No you may not,"he said, frown appearing on my face.
"Harry I-"
"I'm kidding come on,"he said, pressing his palm to my spine, sending a shiver along it, as I tensed at his touch.
He laid down on his bed at the top of his headboard just below his pillow, using his elbows to prop him up, as his gaze hardened on me.
"What?"i said, moving my eyes away from him, so it didn't become awkward. Sarcasm. It already has. Whoops. His problem.
"Nothing, just what is it?"he said, looking down to his hands with an confused expression, lingering on his eyebrows from what I could see.
"Well,"i started as he finally looked up, as I caught his stare again while I looked out of the window, talking away.
"And well, he sent me this,"i said, handing Harry my phone, as his eyes focused on the message and his released hand clenched so much that the whiteness in his knuckles showed.
His other which was holding my phone clenched so tight, he cracked my screen from the pressure.
"Shit, sorry"he swore, handing me back my phone, with apologising look.
"God Harry, control your anger, don't take it out on my phone,"i groaned, holding the broken device in my palm, as I slightly chuckled but Harry stayed serious.
"So who is this guy?"i said, breaking the silence.
"You don't need to know, just keep your phone off and use this,"he said, reaching into his bedside drawer and retrieving a older looking touch screen, which had a green tag hanging off it, as he handed it to me.
"What's this?"i said, playing with the tag.
"A de-communication tag, no one can contact you by hacking your phone, just don't give anyone your number apart from your girlfriends or whatever or family,"he said, shrugging as if to say your welcome.
"Thanks,"i mumbled, pushing the phone into my pocket.
"Just tell me if you feel followed, stalked or even texted by someone you don't know,"he said casually, patting my shoulder then standing up, walking me out.
"Harry.."i said, asking him something else.
"I'll see you later,"he said, opening the door to let me leave, distracting me.
"Harry!"i yelled, startling him.
"Jesus, what?"he shouted, slamming the door making me jump.
"I have something else to ask you,"i whispered as he dragged me into the kitchen as he laid eyes on Louis standing at the sink, smoking a joint.
"Louis ehm,"Harry splurted, gaining Louis attention as his joint fell out his mouth and into the wet sink.
"Fuck"he swore."oh sorry, you guys are wanting in here, I'll just go make another joint in the living room,"he rushed then went out.
"What?"Harry spat, urging me to talk, as I gulped my nervousness down and went to speak.
"A-re you-"I stuttered.
Because if Harry was a murderer I was here in his house, seeing Harry was a murderer, Louis probably was too. Oh god.
"Am I what?"he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Gay?"he said, hinting an answer.
"No!"i laughed, but then trying to swallow my humour.
"What then?"he softened, beginning to realise how serious I was getting.
"Are you a murderer?"i yelled, a year spilling from my eye.
"Belle, go upstairs to my room."he said, calmly as I gasped realising he had a gun pointed to my rib cage.
"Harry I need to go-"
"I said upstairs, now!"he boomed, clicking the revolver at the top of the hinge.
"Alright,"i said, stepping away from him and dashing to the front door as I heard him sigh then heavy footsteps flee after me.
"You'll pay for disobeying me, Bells,"I shivered at his words and stopped at the gate once outside, I knew he couldn't catch me when I'm outside, people would see an innocent girl being dragged by a nineteen year old boy into a house which no one has lived in for nearly two years.
I ran back across the road, arriving at my door a I opened it I glanced around to see Harry standing at the door way with the gun pressed to his hip, hiding it from view even though I could see it, in the other hand he held a sheet if paper saying I quote in bold writing;
The man who texted you was right. I'm a murderer on the run, better look out cause I'll be watching you, Bells.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and entered my house, as my stomach clenched and I ran to the bathroom, then realisation hit me.
Harry was a killer.
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Thanks for reading guys, I spent like two hours on this.
I know it's hard to believe but I had to over think what would happen in this chapter.
Thanks again.
Carly😊