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A/N: Hello people!! I'm back and I'm actaully pretty excited for this chapter. However I'm gonna rewrite the first chapter since it was lame.

Gosh, I must stop. Happy reading!!

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Claire was in a place completely alien to her. No part of her memory held an evidence that this place existed. As much as she tried to stress her brain to squeeze the information about the place she was distracted by a pain in her palm. Something was pricking the insides of her palm. Looking down she discovered a beautiful blood red rose.

Something about the flower haunted the seemingly frail girl. Whether it was the beauty it held causing an inferiority complex in her mind or was it the thorns it bore at the stalk was unkown even to her. For some reason the pain in her plam seemed soothing. That was absurd because Claire surely wasn't machoistic in any way. As she pulled her hand away from the stalk of the flower it pained. Her body trembled at the sight of the blood in the center of the palm. As her hand trembled, the blood started trickling down her hand and off from the hand, it padded quietly on the damp floor spreading out evenly in the form of a brownish-red spot right beside a pale hand.

The hand had some tatoos. As Claire's eyes moved along the hand, realisation and memory hit her.

Harry.

There laid the curly headed boy, pale and lifeless. Claire's head worked too slow to comprehend anything. Her eyes already watering at the sight of her beloved best friend lying lifeless.

Suddenly an echo of laughter startled her. Brown eyes - identical to the ones she had drawn the other day. Lean body. Tall figure. A brooding silhouette. A grey hoddie. Leaning against the tree was the boy who haunted Claire. His hand held forward a slivery dagger covered with the maroonish liquid on it. Claire let out a frantic scream at its very sight.

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Her eyes shot open. Sweating, trembling and heaving long breathes she couldn't help but be grateful that it was just a dream. Although the realisation that it was a nightmare - and now was over - Claire couldn't help but be terrified.

Her eyes witnessing this series of events had made it difficult for herself to believe that Harry would be anything but safe

He was on patrolling duty today. What if-

She couldn't bring herself to complete the sentence.

No! This cannot happen!

Involuntarily, her hand reached out for her mobile phone over her study table, puching the name Harry in her contact list and tapping on 'Call.'

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Blue, red, white lights. Sirens blarring. Zayn wasn't that drunk, luckily, and noticed the cops demanding for the Masrrati to pull over.

After coming back to their temporary accomodation, Zayn suddenly decided against his own decision of letting the car be. For some reason, Zayn wanted to forget whatever wanted happened at the school. He wanted to forget that his sister looked frail, frightened. She was afraid of socialisation.

I blame myself for her being so weak. Was she bullied? Should I - No. No one should know about her identity.

No one should know that she is a 'Malik.'

He had told Louis to get dressed because they were leaving for a club. 'I need a drink.' He had said pulling on a denim jacket to keep him warm as he had pulled Louis out with him. In a disturbed set of mind he decided to use the Maserati against his own will. Louis had let out a squeal like a high school girl getting her date when Zayn allowed him to drive.

Zayn was younger to Louis, of course but was more experienced in the field they both were working him. He knew how to use the swag, where to put a nonchalant mocking smile, where to talk with force, where to be just casual. He just knew how to handle things which Louis respected.

They had walked into a club full of druk dancing, sweated bodies sober. But right now they were anything but sober. Louis had thrown out all of his stomach's contains due to the way he lost his control over the booze. Which forced Zayn into driving the car, which Zayn honestly did not want to do. Being an under experienced driver, the booze adding over to the effect, Zayn was not really controlling the car well, causing him to be asked to be pulled over.

F.ck! No! Not the police! We do not need any attention towards us!

Zayn slammed his foot on the accelerator of the car, hitting the gas, trying to gain as much speed as possible. But alas the alcohol was taking over his senses. Hitting the boss' car into something was the last thing Zayn wanted.

I'm gonna be in trouble either way.

Before Zayn could even decide what to do, the police's ford had already overtaken him as it skidded to a halt in front of Zayn's car causing him to slam both of his legs on the breaks and eventually making the now 'passed out' Louis to fall down from the back booth.

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The boy Harry and his father's friend were chasing was stubborn as a mule. They had been asking him to pull over since the last almost 15 minutes.

He's surely drunk!

Suddenly, Ross - Harry's partner - suddenly hit the gas. Surpassing the Maserati very quickly, making Harry to be slapped against the seat, Ross skidded to a stop in the way of the Maserati making the driver to stop the car.

Mission accomplished!

Harry and Ross got out of the ford as quick as possible running towards the Maserati. Jerking the door open, Ross pulled out a black haired boy out. Harry could smell the alcohol from a meter of a distance. He sae Ross' nose scrunching up at the stink as he tried to control the squirming, drunk lad.

"Get off man! Stop it!" He said as Ross pinned his arms behind his back. The metal hand cuffs now made the boy's skin errupt into goosebumps.

"Take him to the car, Harry, needs to pay back for his booze." Ross said pushing the boy ahead towards Harry. Harry understood why Ross scrunched his nose up as the stink of booze hit him almost causing him to gag. By the time Harry had forced the black haired boy into the back booth, Ross had pulled out another boy form the car. He was shorter than the first boy and had brown hair. Ross pushed him in and got into the front seat, ready to drive these boys back to the Police Station to get them punished under the offense of 'drinking and driving.'

Much of an adventure for day one.

Suddenly Harry's phone started ringing. The caller-id flashing the name 'Claire ^.^' right in front of her phone.

Isn't it a bit late?

"Harry." She breathed into the phone the moment Harry slid his finger across the phone to receive the call.

"Why are you up so late?" Harry enquired.

"Thank God you are safe!" Claire huffed.

"Why won't I be safe?" Harry asked puzzled by his friend's late night call just to inquire if he was okay.

"Uh. I- I kinda had a nightmare." Harry could feel Claire's fast and short breaths over the phone.

"You need to sleep, love. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just go to sleep. I'll be over to your place tomorrow." Harry told Claire, not wanting her to be exhausted at the moment.

"Hmm. Good night." Claire spole softly before hanging up.

Crazy Calire.

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A/N : The end of the chapter was crappy, I'm sorry. But I hope you enjoyed it. It was supposed to be longer but crap! I was desperate to update. Sorry.

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