His Effect [h.s] AU

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

It was Friday night when my phone kept blowing up with text messages and missed calls from Four/Harry, basically begging for me to hear him out. But I ignored every single text he sent. The messages had started after school on Monday at around twelve at night, I had been ignoring him since but I've been reading them all.

The more I thought about his real name, the more weird this whole thing got for me. Jaque was still ignoring me, my parents weren't home as per usual and Four/Harry had shown up at the front gate a couple of times, trying to get me to come out but of course I never did.

I didn't know how to feel. I feel like we weren't together for long for me to completely deteriorate, but regardless it was happening and the more I thought about him, the more it hurt. I was humiliated in front of everyone and my brother, which reminds me...why was he just there? Why didn't he make a big deal about it?

Something told me he might know more than what he's letting on, but it's not like he's home for me to go ask him about it, and it's not like he's going to tell me the truth, if he even decides to stop ignoring me.

It's around nine thirty at night when I come downstairs to grab something to eat. I decide on my half uneaten pasta from today when Madi and I went to a cute little restaurant with an outside terrace for us to dine. I quickly put it in the oven and sit on the stool in front of the kitchen island, my finger following the marble trails on it as a way to distract myself from everything.

Four had been at school today, he even tried to talk to me during lunch but he didn't get much time to do so when Madi called him out. I can't get that night out of my head, everyone laughing at me as if I was some kind of joke. And maybe I was. My parents were completely unaware of the situation. They wanted to get as much work done before my mother couldn't do it anymore because of the mistake in her stomach.

I put my hands in my hair, tugging lightly at the roots out of frustration. Was all this just to get into bed with me? What the hell was he getting out of this? My embarrassment? And why didn't he tell me that his real name was Harry? A memory soon pops in my mind. When we were at Molinari's and they asked for his name, he said Harry. I still hear his voice saying those words. It was all just a fucking game to him.

As I look up, I see a dark figure moving around in the backyard but before I could get up, a hand comes around me to cover my mouth harshly and prevent me from screaming. I tried looking back at them but when I did so, they were wearing a black ski mask over their face and I could not make up anything. My heart raced and they struggled with me clawing at their arms, I hear them hiss and grunt in pain.

I kept trying to scream but my mouth was clamped shut.

As I felt them start to drag me down towards the basement, I kicked and screamed as much as I could even though they were muffled. I got to kick them in the shin hard which made them groan. I managed to bite down as hard as I could on their hand and that seemed to work because they cuss and let me go. I quickly turn back and punch their throat, he goes down.

As the person hunched over, I went for their ski mask and when it came off, my stomach dropped as I watched Thomas before me gasping for air and coughing. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shout at him but before I could say anything else, I am being pushed down to the ground by a strong force. The side of my head takes the impact and when I looked up, I saw another tall figure kneeling down towards me, their dark eyes being the last thing I see before everything went black.

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I don't know how long I must've been knocked out for, but I found myself being shaken awake lightly with light slaps to my face making me shoot my eyes open to see a worried Four/Harry hovering above me. "Fuck, thank god, you're okay." He lets out a deep breath of relief, sitting back down on the floor as I sat up.

"What happened?" I ask, my hand going towards my head and when I touch it, I wince. "What are you doing here?" When I look at my hand, they're blood.

"I came by to try to talk to you but when I got here, the front door was wide open so I climbed over your gate to make sure you were okay, you know since you weren't talking to me." He says, reaching for my hand to help me up but I take it back, ignoring the hurt that flashes through his eyes. "It looks like they robbed your house so I called the cops, they should be here any second."

"Then I suggest you be gone by then." I retort, helping myself up by the wall, I felt piba and needles all over my head.

"What do you mean?" he furrows his eyebrows.

"They were wearing masks, I managed to take it off one guy and it was Thomas." I say and Four/Harry stops.

"I am not involved in any of this." He looks directly at me.

"I really don't have a reason to believe you." I say and he follows me into the kitchen where I sit on the stool to steady myself. "Esmer had said that she believed you were involved in more than just doing drug runs. You and everyone you associate yourself with are involved in some shady shit."

"I had nothing to do with this," his eyebrows mash together in anger. "I was just coming to try and talk to you so that I can explain myself."

"Then do it fast." I retort and this seems to catch him off guard. He looks around before taking a seat on the stool next to me.

"My name isn't Four, it's Harry. I am from London, I came here to.." he trails off.

"To?" I push.

"Thomas's family is involved in a lot of shit and considering I'm part of that family, if I wanted to live with them I had to help them run some business. Thomas introduced me to Zach and thought I'd be a great asset to help them do drug runs and whatnot. We were still working out what we could do to bring in more money." he says. "And then I met you."

I listen closely, paying attention to any and every word that comes out of his mouth. "So I was just part of your job." I say. "And none of this was real."

Harry looks away. "I promise I didn't mean for it to turn out like this, at first it was just a job. But now.. I meant it when I said I was falling in love with you."

"Don't bullshit me," I spit. "You never meant this to happen in the first place, it was practically forced. You didn't do it because you wanted to, you did it because they told you. And it was all just a distraction."

"None of this would've happened if Jaque didn't owe Zach money." He blurts out making me scrunch my eyebrows.

"What?"

"Jaque would get drugs for him and his friends from Zach on a loan, promising that he'll pay him back." Harry explains. "Jaque was behind this, Jo. Not me, I was only there in the beginning."

"Are you accusing my brother of being part of this? How dare you?"

"Think about it," he says. "Where is Jaque?" Before I am able to respond, new people join us inside the house and when we turn it's the cops. Harry looks at me before looking to them. "She's in here, she needs medical help."

"I'm fine." I say as paramedics walk towards me.

"You're bleeding, you're not fine." He says. The cops go up to him and Harry turns to me one last time. "I'm going to tell them everything I know." he says and I look away.

Everything seemed like a bad dream, and I only hoped I would wake up soon.