Chapter five.

"Sorry... I'm confused, my name isn't-" Once again my stuttered words are cut off, this time by Harry as he cleared his throat before speaking. "Mare, don't be rude to our guests." I opened my mouth to speak but swiftly shut it after receiving a threatening glare from Harry.

"Come sit down." He placed his large hand on the small of my back, making my skin crawl is disgust and internal cringe just from his simple touch, as he guides me toward an empty chair where I'd be seated across from Harry and instead beside a paler skinned male with dyed red hair. "I'm Mikey." He spoke in an Australian accent, a soft smile in response as I nod. "She knows who you are, you twat." Someone with the same accent from across the table spoke, catching my attention as I look up into their brown eyes, confusion written all over the expression on my face.

"No I don't, sorry, I don't know any of you." I tell them honestly. A heavy feeling in my chest and racing of my heart leave me feeling more confused than ever before in my life. Forget not understanding love or which outfit to wear for the day, this is confusion and uncertainty beyond that point and I can't even think straight. My hands shake underneath the table and I feel a thin layer of sweat forming in my palms, everyone's eyes are on me as I glance between the five men in the room, time moving in slow motion as if a turtle is in control of making clocks tick and the world spin.

A dark glare shoots me like daggers, Harry practically staring into my soul. Two men of unknown names as of this time, they both stare at me with blank expressions that I cannot read no matter how desperately I try to understand what their eyes are speaking. And Mikey, looking into my eyes with a reflection of my confusion in the situation, his hesitation to speak and his introduction meanwhile the other boy claims I know everybody, it all adds to my confusion. Why am I really here? Who are they? Why do they think they know me? Should I know who they are?

"Would somebody explain this all to me? Why am I here? Who are you guys? What do you want?" I exclaim, huffing in annoyance before Harry speaks thickly. "Marilyn, shut up. I already told you why you're here and maybe if you stopped rambling like an obnoxious little brat, we'd be able to establish a conversation."

Silence fell for seconds that turn into minutes before an intimidating man with buzzed hair clears his throat. "Continuing the conversation from where it was left off, before Marilyn came down, does everyone agree with the plan? Do you guys think we should change anything?" I played with my fingers in anticipation, wondering what plan they're talking about, but I don't dare speak again after bothering Harry. 'I need to be on his good side, so that I survive' I remind myself.

"I don't think everything maps out correctly. How the hell do you expect me to get from point A to point B in a matter of minutes when it's across the security breach and behind three vaulted doors." Said the one with nearly black hair and soft tan skin, arms inked and stubble around his sharp facial features.

"We timed it all out perfectly, Zayn. You'll have to just trust Liam to unlock the vaults before you even reach them." Said the same guy who snapped at Mikey earlier. "But that's the thing, I don't trust Liam." Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn's words as Liam, I suppose that's his name, just groaned in annoyance before leaning forward on the table and speaking loud and clear. "Well then get off the fucking case, Malik. If you don't trust everyone to do their part in this, then leave. We need to all work together to make this work. I'll get the fucking vault open, don't worry."

My eyes widen as Zayn just slouches back into his chair and Michael pats his shoulder, a small laugh falling from his lips before he turned to Harry. "Where will Marilyn be during all of this?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Mikey before speaking in a bitter tone. "What the hell do you mean?" "Well, she cant come with us, she'd ruin the whole plan and probably try to escape and beg security for help. But if you leave her here, she could also escape. So what's your plan?" Michael explained.

My stomach knots as I stare at Harry, waiting for his response, desperately searching his green eyes to find an answer but he keeps a cold stare, blocking everyone from his mind. All eyes are on him as he sighs, thinking for a few moments before answering. "Take her with you. I'm going inside and helping Zayn take it, Calum is supposed to work electronically and block out their security cameras, and Liam is opening the vaults. None of us can take her. You're the getaway driver, we'll just lock everything up and keep her in the back of the van. Everyone agree?"  After everybody nodded or mumbled a quick 'yes', Harry looked at me as I sigh loudly and clear my throat before deciding to speak.

"You're all criminals? You're taking me with you while you rob a building? What are you even stealing?" So many more questions wanted to slip out of my mouth but I held my tongue, already knowing I'm pushing some limits. Calum shrugged with a chuckle, my last question completely dodged as he answered. "Yes, love. It's what we do best."