Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T Y F O U R

"Go get rid of the bodies and cars, Lou. Niall, go make sure the camera footage is wiped clean. And Liam, go clean up the glass upstairs and outside. I'll deal with Sophie." Harry guides me to the kitchen and sits me down at the dining table. He pulls out my chair to face forward and sits down on a chair in front of me.

I watch Louis go back out the open front door with Liam, and watch as Niall shoots me one last sympathetic look before going upstairs. It's still really awkward between him and I, but there's nothing I'm gonna do about it. I can't.

I turn my attention back towards Harry.

"I hope you know what this means, doll." He mumbles as he gently examines my sliced hands.

I bite the inside of my cheek, looking at his concentrated features.

"What does it mean?" I reply quietly and he sighs deeply.

"We're in a lot of trouble now." He says bluntly, before standing to his feet. "Let me go get some first aid shit. Hold on." He walks off and goes upstairs, leaving me to sit at the dining table alone.

I've witnessed so many deaths in the time I've been surrounded by this band. Liam literally told me weeks ago that him, Louis and Niall don't kill people yet they didn't even hesitate to put down those three last men. It's sickening.

I know those men were bad. And I'm so beyond grateful that the boys helped me whether it was last minute or not, they may have saved my life from either being ended short or being full with trauma.

I'll forever be grateful for it. But it doesn't change the fact that it's absolutely sickening how easy it is for them to end someone's life. The way it's so natural for them to put a bullet through someone's skull. Even for guys who supposedly 'haven't killed people', they did it bloody easily. As if it was part of who they are.

Which I guess it is.

I squeeze my hands into fists again to try and distract the immense stinging as Liam walks back in the house, making me stand to my feet.

"Liam." I grab his attention and he turns to me before going to go clean the glass upstairs.

"You good?" He furrows his eyebrows and I don't bother replying, looking down.

"What happened to not ever killing people?" I ask softly, looking up to face him again.

He shrugs his shoulders, casually.

"Guess there's a first for everything. We've been trained to and we've always been ready to. It was bound to happen eventually." He explains like we were talking about a hobby or something normal.

I nod my head slowly before sitting back down on the chair and watching him go upstairs. Shortly after he disappears, Harry comes back downstairs with his hands full of random supplies.

"Alright, so I don't actually know how to stitch but I think either Louis or Niall does. I'll just clean and disinfect for you." He drops the pile of random first aid supplies on the dining table before sitting down in front of me again, grabbing my hands.

He picks up some anti-bacterial wipes and starts wiping all the blood away, cleaning around the disgustingly harsh cuts.

I hiss slightly in pain and he looks up me with concerned eyes.

"Yeah, these are deep. Not good, doll." He continues to clean around my hand, clearly trying to be as gentle as he possibly can be.

I bite my lip, shutting my eyes, trying to distract myself from the immense amount of pain.

"Harry." I speak up quietly, opening my eyes and getting his attention.

He looks at me for a split second before turning his attention back to my hands.

"Yeah?" He mumbles.

I exhale through my nose. "Do you really think I'm a slut?" I ask softly, nervous for his response.

I don't know why I care what he thinks. I guess it's hard enough living this lifestyle, I don't really want my kidnappers to think bad about me as well.

He looks up at me once more, looking into my blue eyes with his green.

"No." Is all that leaves his lips before he turns his attention back to my slightly less red hands.

A wave of relief washes over me.

I don't want to be thought of as a slut.

And I'm not one to slut shame. Every girl to themselves, but I personally find being called a slut really fucking offensive.

That's an absolute disgusting thing for a boy to call a girl, but I guess I'm sort of glad he only said it out of anger. I would feel so shitty if he really did think that of me.

I don't want anything with Niall or any of them. I could never.

"It's not too, too deep so it should be alright. Let's hope it's tolerable by this weekend. You can go try to wash your hands." He stands to his feet and throws the bloodied wipes on the dining table.

I look at him in confusion.

"What?" I question, standing to my feet and grabbing the wipes with my fingers.

"I said you can go try to wash your hands. It might hurt though." He rubs his hands on his shirt and walks out of the dining area to the living room.

"No, not that. What's happening this weekend?" I knit my eyebrows together, walking to the kitchen and putting the wipes in the metal bin.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah we forgot to tell you." He mutters, throwing himself on the couch.

I follow aimlessly behind him and walk in front of the couch so that I'm now standing above him.

"Tell me what?" I question, and he looks up at me with a smirk playing at his lips.

"Well, love. We're celebrities. We need to keep up public appearances otherwise our fans will get confused and suspicious about us." He explains and I cross my arms over my chest, still very much confused.

"So why does that include me?"

He lets out a deep breath, smirk staying plastered on his pink lips.

"Well, we have a very important party this weekend. One that's very classy." He elaborates in a sense.

"So a rock band like yourselves was invited to a classy party?" I murmur and he nods.

"My doll, we are very adored men." He licks his lips, cockily.

I hold back from scoffing at his egotistical comment and move to the other side of the couch, sitting down on it.

"I still don't know how this includes me." I pull my legs up on the couch so that I'm now sitting cross legged.

"Don't get blood on my couch," He warns making me internally roll my eyes. "You're coming with us." He continues.

My mouth falls slightly open.

"No. No, thank you." I decline almost instantly and he chuckles in response.

"It's okay, we'll get your dress and whatever else. You need to be there because you will need to help us with something. You've a very important asset."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"And how is that?" I ask, finding it hard to believe how I'd be an important accessory at a celebrities party.

"Because it's not just a normal party for us, doll."

I stare blankly at him, still extremely confused at what the hell is going on.

The smirk rises to his lips once again as he continues.

"It's a mission."

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