The Runaway [H.S]

1.6

Zayns pov

"Bro what are you doin' in my house at the crack of dawn?" I questioned Harry.

He was in a white t-shirt and some sweats. He must of been here for a while.

"Its almost noon...I came to drop off some articles about your dad, couldn't find much, just information about what happened to the bank after your father 'disappeared'. Its some scandalous shit, im sure your parents had nothing to do with it but its there if you are interested. Anyways im just staying and hanging out with Scarlett." He admitted nervously.

"If you are shagging my sister Styles I swear to god-"

"Im not! Im not!" He dismissed it with a wave of a hand and headed towards the guest room.

I went into the office and found a yellow folder, I shut the door and began sorting through the information.

'So thats why my mother never worked a single day in her life, but was able to buy whatever she wanted.'

'Thats why he left. Without a trace.'

'Thats why he took Scar.'

"No way."

I sighed as I read the last article, holding information that could make anyone's blood run cold and change how they viewed their parents completely.