All is Not Fair in Love and High School

Chapter Twenty Nine.

"I really want to know who the fuck is sending you these messages. It has to be that bastard Boss." He stresses while pacing across our small underground hideaway. "Yeah, I guess him or one of his henchmen would be the best guess." I tell him. "It's really ridiculous, these creepy texts are against the law, and sometimes I really wish I could just go to the police with it." He says, still pacing. "I know, I mean sometimes I just feel like my life is turning out to be a never-ending Pretty Little Liars episode." I say with a laugh.

"Pretty Little what?" He looks at me with a confused expression. I laugh. "Never mind. It's besides the point. Harry, there's really nothing we can do about these messages. I tried blocking the number, and every time I do, a new one texts me. It is what it is." I tell him, hoping he's just going to calm down and eat is grilled cheese, which is getting cold. 

"Your sandwich is getting cold, babe, just relax. Nothing ever happens right after the text is sent anyway." I reassure him. He stops in his tracks and looks at me. "Okay, you're right. My grilled cheese isn't something I want to miss out on anyway." He smirks. "It is pretty good, I guess," I tease him. "It just hit me how much school we've missed. I mean all together we missed about a month. We're kinda screwed, huh?" He asks. "If what you mean by that is that you should shut up and we could just screw each other, then we should just skip to that part. Yeah?" I ask suggestively. 

"Well shit, babe. If you say so." He says and winks. "But are you sure? Are you ready?" Harry asks nervously. "I love you, Haz. I'm ready." I tell him. He nods and smiles. He picks me up Cinderella styles while I begin to laugh. He walks over to the couch and places me on it. He winks at me, leans in and I laugh into the kiss. He kisses me softly, and sweetly. My hands find their way into his messy brown curls, and his into mine. He detaches his lips and transfers them to the right side of my neck. 

I moan quietly as Harry starts to bite and suck on the sour skin beneath my ear. My eyes flutter shut and I peel Harry's white v-neck off of him without even looking. I blindly trace his tattoos on his chest that I love so much, and then move my fingers over each individual, defined muscle that makes up his sexy six pack. Just as I move to switch positions, I hear foot steps above us. 

"Look at the blood! They must be around here somewhere!" I hear an all-too familiar English accent. It's Liam. I guess that answers the questions of whether he was still breathing or not. "Fucking hell." Harry swears and climbs off of me. "Of course they decide to come fuck shit up when I was clearly about to fuck you." He snarls, clearly both annoyed, plus hot and bothered. Not the best combination. 

"Listen, I need you to hide, there is a panic box over there, under the bed. C'mon, I'll move it for you, hurry up." He says while jogging across the smile room. "Harry, no. I'm not going in there. This is how I lost you the first time." I tell him. "Don't be stupid, you were just shot, and there will be too many of them. Just get into the goddamn box, will you? Please. I'm begging you." He pleads. "I'm sorry, Harry, but no. I don't want to leave you." I say, standing my ground. He looks at me, slightly angry, but I brush it off. He just turns on his heel, and reaches into a box. "Fine. Here you go. Shoot at anything that is running towards you. I don't care if it's a bunny or a man twice your size. Just do it." He says and tosses me the handgun. I catch it, cock it, and I hear the door at the top of the stairwell, leading into the outside world, begin to turn. A few gunshots are heard, but the penetration continues. 

I point my gun to the door, as does Harry, nervous as hell. I hear the first door open, and at least twenty footsteps coming down. My hands start to sweat and the last door, our last form of protection, opens slowly. The first person to come down the stairs is the last person I expected to see. It's Luke? 

"I don't have time to explain right now. But we have to move quickly. The coast is clear for the time being, but it won't be or long. C'mon! Move!" Luke yells at us. We look at each other skeptically, but proceed towards Luke and the door as fast as possible. We follow him up the three sets of stairs and for the first time is two days, we see real daylight. I squint my eyes so they can adjust, and Luke leads us to a car. 

He opens the door for us and gets in behind us. "C'mon, Mr. Styles! Move! Liam and the others are not that far beinhd us, we really have to get back to the compound now." Luke barks at the driver, whom I assume to be Harry's dad. 

He shifts gears and speeds out of the forest and onto the highway. I realize my Dad is sitting shotgun. "Hey, sweetheart, how are you holding up?" My Dad turns and looks at me. "I'm alright." I respond. "She has a bullet wound in her upper left thigh, I took the bullet out and stitched her up, she'll be as good as new in a month or so, Mr. Smith." Harry tells him. "You were shot? Jesus Christ, Kris, when? Are you still in pain?" Luke asks me worriedly. 

"Like you care." I snap at him. "I'm okay Dad, don't worry about it." I look at my father now. He just smiles back and my and sends an apologetic look towards Luke. 

"Alrighty, we're here. Harry, help Kristen into the building, will ya?" Harry's Dad asks him. He nods and helps me out of the car. He decides it would be easier just to pick me up, do for the second time today, he picks me up Cinderella style and walks into the hidden building, on the other side of the highway, located deep in yet another forest. Damn, Mr. Styles sure seems to love the woods. 

Luke opens the door for us, and Harry places me on the couch in what appears to be a lobby. "So this is where we will be staying through the Christmas break, and then you will return to school, and you may or may not be living here after that, depending on how things go on Christmas Day." My father explains. "Your clothes, phones, chargers, laptops and whatnot were brought here, so everything you could possibly need is already in your rooms. Harry and Kristen, you may choose to share your room if you'd like, I don't really give a crap about it, and the rest of us already have or rooms. We'll talk more tomorrow morning, but for now, you should really get some rest." Mr. Styles tells Harry and I. 

"Well you don't have to tell me twice, I'm exhausted." I say, laughing slightly. Harry laughs with me and nods his head. He comes over to me, picks me up and says, "Okay, princess, time for some sleep. I think a nice warm bed will do wonders for the both of us right now, and a long nap as well." Harry tells me, kissing the side of my head at the same time. I blush and rest my head on his shoulder as he walks into our room. 

It's a hell of a lot bigger than that little underground apartment we were staying in, and it has what looks like a king size bed, a bathroom, a vanity, and a walk-in closet with all of our clothes and shoes already in it. "Wow." I say, a little shocked. "I know, right? I spent the entire third grade in the very room." Harry smiles at me. I laugh. "I think I'm going to go have a quick shower, care to join me?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows. "Thanks babe, but I think I'm just too tired to move. Maybe another time?" I say and flash the cutest smile possible. 

"Alright, I'll let it slide just because you're so damn cute." He says and shoots me a half-grin. Score. Extra half and hour of sleep for me. Harry takes a towel, walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Just as I get under the covers and get ready to shut my eyes, I hear a knock on the door. "Come in!" I yell. 

Luke opens the door with a shameful look plastered on his face. "Can we talk?" He asks. 

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