All is Not Fair in Love and High School

Chapter Twenty Seven.

I hear footsteps above me, probably in my room. Harry turns to me. "Listen, whatever you do, stay under this table, and don't make a sound. I'm going to go take care of this." I yank his arm before he can begin to get up. "Harry, please, don't leave me again. I'm scared shitless right now, and if you leave now, I can't guarantee you'll come back. I just don't want to lose you again." I plead.

He stares at me for a moment, and then nods. "Alright, let's wait them out then." He says and squeezes my hand. Just then my ears perk up and I hear the people come down the stairs. "Nothing up here, Boss." A husky male voice booms across the living room. I can see his feet right in front of us. I put my hand over my mouth so he can't hear me breathing. Harry just stares at the floor.

I then hear someone walk up the basement stairs and another person walk in from the kitchen. "Nothing downstairs, Boss." The voice from downstairs says. "God damn it, where the hell is she?" An old, familiar voice says. It's Julia's father, or should I say, "The Boss".  "I dunno, Boss, maybe she stayed at her school." One of the men says. "They are going to attack soon, I can feel it. And ever since the incident on Thanksgiving, when that brat Styles spoiled our attack plan, we are no longer  ahead of them. We lost our only leverage, and the surprise attack. We're screwed. Kidnapping this mob princess was the only way to buy us a little more time." He rants. 

"Boss, maybe instead of buying more time, we should just do whatever we have to do to prepare for the worst as soon as possible." One of the men suggests. That's actually pretty smart, for a dumbass henchman. I say in my head. "You know what, that's the best idea I've heard all day. Let's go." He says, and I can practically hear the smile forming on his wrinkled face. 

Just hold your breath in for a few more seconds, and they'll be gone. I try to calm myself. I hear footsteps approach the door, and my heartbeat is so loud I think that they could probably hear it. I then hear one of them open the door and shut it after they walk out. I let out a loud breath of relief, and Harry puts his cheek on the ground to check the floor, just in case. He looks up at me and nods. 

I crawl out form underneath the table and Harry helps me to my feet. "I can't believe they left, just like that." I say, a little but surprised. "Yeah, that is kind of strange." Harry says with his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh on the contrary, dear, I haven't left yet." The Boss smirks from across the room. Shit. 

Harry reached behind him, almost as if it were an instinct, and pulls out his handgun. "Stay the hell away from her, you bastard." Harry growls. "Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you, as you know, I have men waiting outside, and I have a sharpshooter on the roof across the street. Now, put that thing away, will you?" He says calmly. Harry, looking utterly defeated and pissed off, complies. 

"Good boy. Now, if you both would be so kind and just follow me out to the car, we are going to take a little field trip." He says with a grin. I look at Harry, and he just takes my hand and leads me outside. We reach the car, and he opens the door for me, and we both get in. The Boss shuts the door behind us and gets in the passenger seat. "I have to say, I am pretty surprised myself that you are actually capable of following order, Mr. Styles, you do have a whole 'teen rebel' thing going on. I assume that's what Miss Smith is so desperately attracted to. How are the star-crossed lovers recently anyway?" He asks. "I don't really think that's any of your fucking business." Harry snarls at him. "Aw, don't be that way with me, not when I can kill you anytime I please." He smiles. 

"Miss Smith, maybe I will have more luck asking you. How are you two?" He says gesturing at Harry and I. "We're great, I love him with all my heart." I tell him. Harry's head shoots up, and he smirks. "Interesting, now, word on the street is, that you and Mr. Hemmings had something of a fling, while Harry was otherwise occupied. Is this true?" He asks inquisitively. "What is this? An interview with The Star? What's it to you?" I snap. The Boss just smiles and reaches behind him. 

He pulls out a relatively large handgun, something similar Harry's, cocks it, and puts it to my throat. Harry goes to push it away, but The Boss speaks up first. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, if you even try to touch her or the gun, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." He warns coldly. Harry slowly sinks back into his seat. 

"Now, back to my question. What happened with you and Mr. Hemmings exactly?" He asks again. "And answer completely honestly. I have every encounter between the two of you on video, so I know the answer. This question is more for Mr. Styles, over there. Does he know the whole truth? I guess we'll find out in a second. I don't think I have to spell out for you what happens if you answer wrong." He says and looks down at his gun, which is still pointed at my throat. 

"Fine. I'll summarize it for you. After Harry left, he told me that he loved me, we slept together, went on dates, I told him I returned the feelings, then Harry came back and everything changed. The end." I say and shrug. He smiles devilishly. "Any comments on that, Mr. Styles?" He asks. "Nothing I didn't already know." He shrugs as well. The Boss frowns. "I really wish you would have been more fun. You know, since most of my employees are horny, middle aged men with no sex lives, I might just have you perform for us later." He smiles at me. Harry's face becomes red with anger, and I look away in disgust. 

The Boss takes the gun away from my neck and turns back around in the front seat. After about another ten minutes of phone calls between The Boss and god knows who about his glorious capture of the two of us, it's dead quiet. Suddenly Harry snaps his head toward me and quietly taps my hand. He points to the car door, which is unlocked, and mouths 'trust me'. I look at him with a confused expression on my face. He takes my hand, leans over to my ear and whispers; "Hold on to me and don't let go. When we get out, just get up and run." He whispers.

I nod quickly, catching on to what he is about to do. He takes my hand and squeezes it so tight I think that my circulation is cut off, he swings the door open, and we jump. 

We land hard on the cold snow, but don't have much time to recover. He yanks me up, and we're off. I hear the car skid to a stop in the distance, and I can hear profanity being thrown and gunshots going off. I hear one thing in particular, and it's "Just shoot into the forest!" Harry is still holding my hand, my adrenaline running extremely high. "There's shelter underground in a couple hundred feet, just keep running, babe!" Harry yells over his shoulder. I just nod. After about ten more minutes of sprinting, Harry stops me. "Here it is." He informs me. He clears the snow and a bunch of leaves to uncover a metal door. tucked under neath a huge fallen tree. He swings it open quickly. 

"Come on, hop in!" He says and I do, quickly, landing in a small, apartment, under the ground. "Wow, this is amazing, it's heated, and it has food, when was this built?" I ask Harry. "Well my dad had one built in a five hundred foot radius of every compound that The Boss has, just in case a situation like this." He explains. "That's pretty genius, as was your plan of escape." I say with a smirk. He returns the smile. "Alright, let's get you out of those wet clothes, yeah?" He asks. I look down at myself and my eyes widen. 

"Can we take care of the bullet wound in my leg first?" I ask. 

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