The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Madden's POV
13 years old

   What just happened? I'm looking at Mr. Smith's body laying on the cold tiled ground and I see the blooding pooling beneath his head, but it's like my brain isn't putting together what is actually happening. What I'm actually seeing.

   What I just did to an old man..but he was hurting Harry. He had his hands around his throat and Harry was just standing there, he wasn't fighting back and I couldn't just stand there and watch him be hurt. I had to help. I just wanted to help. I didn't want to kill him.

    "Madden.." I hear Harry say, but I can't react.

   I'm in shock I think about what just happened, what I've done, what could possibly happen to me. Holy fuck. I'm going to jail, for sure.

I should have never came here when my mom told me about what she had put together for me. I had never liked the way Mr. Smith's eyes seemed to linger on me and other young girls just a little too long, or the affectionate way he would sometimes grab our shoulders or hips in front of others.

But no one ever said anything, no one else ever noticed and I just thought maybe I was being paranoid. Because surely if he was a pervert, others would know about it.

   "Madden!"

   Murder. That's what I just did. I murdered someone. It doesn't matter that I didn't mean to, that it was an accident. It just matters that there's an old man laying at my feet with two holes in his head, and I'm the one who put them there.

   "Madeline! Goddammit, listen to me!" Harry yells, and it's only because he used my real name that I snap out of it and look at him. "Plug the lamp back in, and sit it back down where it was."

   I look at the lamp and can't believe it's not broken after how hard I hit him with it. I walk in auto drive over to the desk, and plug the murder weapon back in.

   "Step over the body, and get over here. Don't get the blood on you." Harry instructs after I'm done.

   I glance down and see Mr. Smiths vacant eyes staring up at the ceiling, no longer really seeing. I step over him, even though my heart is pounding with the fear that he could reach up and grab my ankle at any second.

   But this isn't a movie. He's not coming back to life.

   Harry grabs my arms and yanks me into his body as soon as I'm close enough. His green eyes are full of fear and excitement. And for some reason, I notice that his hair isn't even out of place and his clothes look the same. How did I just kill someone and everything looks the same?

   Harry grabs my face roughly. "Look at me and listen." He says intently. "Did Mr. Smith have any cameras anywhere in here?"

   I shake my head no, knowing he didn't have any because he told me so when I first got here. And now I guess I know why he wanted to assure me that no one could see us. He had this planned from the very beginning. I was just the girl that was suckered into it.

   "You're sure?" He asks, and I nod.

   Harry glances around the room, and drops his hands from my face before stepping back over Mr. Smith's lifeless body, and seeming to wipe something off the lamp around where my hands had held it. He even leans down, grabs Mr. Smiths belt, and places it back on his body the correct way, and again wipes away where his hands touched it with his shirt sleeve.

   I have no idea what he's doing, and I can't make my tongue work or my brain form the words so I can ask him. I just stand and watch in silence as Harry straightens up the room and I realize then what he's doing.