Orphan

Chapter 81

Harry got out of the taxi and started the small walk to the house from up the road where he had asked to be dropped off. His blood boiling and his body all the same, whether it had been from the anger, the sweaty dancing tonight or even both, he wasn't entirely sure and he sure as hell didn't care, not when his girlfriend - no wife - was cheating on him. Monique had a nerve, a nerve to be throwing herself at another man. To openly be with him in public, and in front of his friends no less. In front of him.

Fuck her.

The mere thought of the encounter sending him into a blind fury, his eyes becoming misty with anger. "What shit is this?" Harry huffed as he neared the front door of the house, another package awaiting at the step, resembling the previous one almost to a tee. Harry's jealousy had now suddenly washed away, and a new feeling of rage presented itself, one consisting of none other than confusion and dread. "No, no, no..." he stuttered quickly picking up the package and fumbling to get the front door open.

Upon entering he placed the box on the table, opening it cautiously. Neatly in the box, tucked away between the folds of an old cloth, was a chain. A chain Harry had known all too well. A round pendant attached to the end of the necklace, with the emblem of an eagle and a drop of dry blood across the Crest. Harry jumped back slightly as his thoughts caught up with his heart in the race to realisation. "This can't be happening, no... not now." He muttered quietly to himself the necklace still in his hand. Surely, he was just seeing things. This couldn't be his last warning... why would it be?

His eyes shifted up from the necklace in his hands and scanned the dark living room, his entire body on high alert. "Fuck this, not today Red." He breathed out straightening his shoulders as he scoped the entire house, he still wasn't sure what quite for, for a sign, a clue? Something. Anything that would prove this was all fake. Or at least buy him some time to think up a plan. The house was silent, as expected, that was until the crackling of leaves underneath many footsteps sounded from outside.

Harry's heart jumped from his chest when he heard the all-too-familiar voices near the house. He bolted down the stairs and headed for the living room, grabbing the box and shoving the necklace back into its place before shoving the entire thing under the couch, just in time for the door to open.

"Harry, mate we were worried when you just up and left is everything..." Zayn mumbled eyes adjusting to the room, before raising his eyebrow and staring at a very shaken up Harry. "...is everything okay?"

"Hm. Of course, it is. Just startled me when you walked in, didn't hear you guys coming." Harry responded, his eyes glancing at his wife only briefly, before diverting his attention back to Zayn. A movement that didn't go unnoticed by any of his gang members.

"We will give you two some space." Liam raised his eyebrow and nodded his head to the back yard as the boys followed. Monique gulped back a bit of anxiety, but she was going to stand her ground this time. She was certain of it. The living room was filled with nothing but silence and for once Harry was quiet about things. Perhaps because he was pre-occupied with the looming death threat, or maybe it was the fact that just moments before she had been showing her affections toward another man. And Harry is completely aware that he is not the best kind of guy, he's not even the best kind of person, barely a person and more of a monster sometimes to be honest, but he knew he could love her better than that dipshit back at the club. "I'm gonna go get changed." Monique timidly spoke as she turned on her heel every sound felt like it was the loudest sound that she could have possibly made. "Come back here." Harry grit his teeth, as the thoughts of the night came flooding back. He wasn't quite sure what e was going to say, but damn it he was going to say something. Monique folded her arms over her chest and looked at her husband, fear and curiosity vibrant in her eyes, but her posture screamed try me.