Demolition [H.S]

I step inside the huge office quietly, making sure no one hears my trespassing. I look around for a moment and see nothing but old books and a large desk.

Why does Harry have this room? God, I shouldn't be in here, he could kill me for this.

I tiptoe over to the large desk and see piles of paper and new articles spread out over the desktop.

"Nine-teen year old Jamie Trueman missing."

I gasp when I see my name on the piece of paper. Are people still looking for me? Will anyone ever find me? I look over at the stack of papers and begin reading more.

I keep seeing the name 'Demolition'. But that couldn't be... Could it?

Demolition is the biggest gang in London. Could it be possible that this whole time... Harry was involved with them?

"What do you think you're doing?" I hear a dark, husky british voice say from behind me. I let out a small gasp and look over at him.

Harry.

I'm struck with fear... is he going to kill me?

"W-What is this?" I blurt out, looking at the papers on the desk. But he stays silent. Nothing but a simple smirk on his face.

"What are you hiding?" I ask. I swallow hard, chocking back tears.

"I think you already know, love." He whispers, leaning his face closer to mine, causing my breath to hitch.

"Just say it." I whisper and he pauses for a moment before he leans down and his lips sit beside my ear. His hot breath against my ear makes chills run down my spine.

"Welcome to Demolition, princess."