Twisted Minds [h.s]

F O R T Y S I X

I sit in the passenger seat as Harry cruises down the empty road, his one elbow out the open window.

Liam and Niall took Nialls car and went back home,  while Harry took me in his car for some unknown reason. Something about how Niall needs to be dealt with at home since the public can't know that he got shot. Plus he needs to be force fed some apparent medication.

I don't know what fucking medication but I would rather not ask.

"Where are we going?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers.

"To visit an old friend real quick." Harry mutters, keeping his head directed forward.

I sigh through my nose.

"I don't think either of us are dressed appropriately for that." I state, referring to the obvious slept in clothing. Plus the fact I'm still wearing his shirt with nothing but underwear underneath.

"I've got spare clothes in the boot." He chuckles, his dimple carving into his cheek.

"Why?" I ask.

"For when I get covered in blood or something and need a quick change."

Oh.

I swallow lightly, and shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"How are you feelin- holy fuck."  Harry cuts himself off and the car immediately comes to a holt, making me jerk forward with a slight gasp of surprise.

I huff, furrowing my eyebrows and turn my head to face Harry to see him staring at me with his mouth open and eyes wide.

"What the fuck was that?" I stare at his shocked expression as he keeps his eyes directed to my neck.

"I'm gonna kill him." He murmurs under his breath, keeping his eyes locked on the surface of my neck.

I frown slightly.

"Harry, what are you talking about?" I direct my attention to the rear view mirror and turn it towards me, looking at my reflection.

My mouth falls open as I stare at my neck that was once almost completely healed of bruises.

And now nowhere close.

A massive purple and red handprint took over my entire neck, engulfing all of my once olive skin with nothing but small burst blood vessels.

It's even worse than the bruise Harry gave me. It might even triple it.

I bring my finger to the bruise on my neck and press on it only the slightest bit in the entire world, but instantly wince at the pain that shoots through me.

"I'm fucking glad I shot him." Harry states firmly, beginning to drive once again.

"Harry. I'm sorry but you're one to talk." I mutter under my breath, leaning back on the car seat and crossing my arms over my chest.

"You know how sorry I am for that. It was fucked up of me and I'm promising you now I'll never lay another hand on you." He tells me sincerely, turning his head towards me for only a moment before facing the road again.

"Mm." I hum in acknowledgment, turning to face out of my window and watching the clouds race past us.

The drive wasn't a long drive from where we were, but eventually we pull up to a small brick building that was surrounded by large fencing. It looked like an old satellite building.

Harry pulls up next to the fence and gets out of the car, walking to the back. I keep my head faced out my window as I listen to the trunk open and then slam shut. He then walks around to my door and uses his knuckle to knock on my window.