Soldier Styles // Harry Styles

Chapter 17

^^^Louis' POV^^^

I peek in Harry's room, checking to see if he was asleep. Luckily, Amanda was asleep in there with him.

When I threw the rock, I intended it to hit Amanda, but I guess this is just as affective. You see, the plan was for her to fall into a coma and Harry would rush to her side. Harry would start to notice his feelings if she was in a coma.

The rock is so powerful, it could kill anyone within a blink of an eye. And I'm the lucky one who gets to have it.

All I have to say is, you better watch out, Amanda.
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^^^Amanda's POV^^^

When I wake up, I notice Harry's arm draped around me. I try to get up, but he just groans and rolls over.

"Stop moving." He snaps when I attempt to get up again.

"Shit." I silently curse. I forgot that Louis was supposed to meet me in my room today to talk about my progress with Harry. It has become a weekly thing.

"I need to go," I tell Harry, getting up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" He questions, putting on another shirt.

"I- back to my room.." I trail off.

"Oh." He looks down.

"Bye." I kiss his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I-" my cheeks flush.

"It's fine." He assures me with a chuckle.

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"How's everything?" I ask awkwardly.

"Great." He smirks.

"Good." I say, not meaning it.

"How's Harry?"

"Fine." I answer simply.

I bet you didn't know that Louis was General Wells' son? I didn't either, not until last night.

"I spoke with your mother the other day, she misses you." He smiles, a evil smile.

"What did you do?"

"Me? I didn't do anything." He lies.

"What?" I almost scream.

"Nothing, but you might want this." He smirks, handing me a note addressed to me.

"Bye now," he waves, walking out of the room.

I hurriedly open the letter, noticing my mothers hand writing.

Amanda,

I do not know what is going on. All I know is that you're in danger. I cannot help you, unfortunately, but your father is doing the best he can to get you back her safe.

I have a feeling that they're trying to hurt us. There is always someone outside our house, and it's becoming nerve-racking.

Someone has taken Bryson and we don't know where he is. So please, help us find him. See if he is there with you. Please come home. We all miss you.

Love you always, mom and dad.

When I finish reading the note, years are falling hopelessly down my face.

"Why?" I sob.

"Why is this happening?" I wrap my hands around my knees.

"Why?" I whisper.

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^^^Harry's POV^^^

I haven't heard from Amanda all day, and I'm beginning to get worried.

I go to her door of her 'room' and knock.

"Amanda!" I call out.

No answer.

"Amanda!" I call out louder.

Still, no answer.

I open the door, gasping when I walk in.

Amanda is lying on the, covered in blood, and a knife in her hand.

There's a single note on the floor beside her.

I'm sorry.

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Aw! Happy late birthday, Zayn!!