*Screams!*
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HARRY.

A week has gone by since our argument and we haven't had much of a conversation since her nightmares. I have been dying to ask her about the things she said but I didn't want to risk another argument. The only way I've been able to avoid her is by burying myself in work. That's my only escape. I can't help but wonder though, she mentioned something about betraying me. What does that even mean? It's messing with me so so bad but all I need to do is wait for the opportune time to ask her.

I get startled by the passenger door swinging open. He climbs in quickly looking like he'd just woken up. His hair a bit disheveled and an I don't give a fúck demeanor clearly showing.

"You do realise I've been here for a fùcking while don't you?" I break the silence after he's fully settled.

"I know," Zayn scoffs. "I'm sorry, I was asleep when you called." His apology catches me by surprise. Just when I was about to rain all hell on him.

"All good." I mumble after starting the car.

"So you still don't know why Julian specifically asked us to make this drop?" Zayn points out the exact thing that is on my mind. Quite frankly it's been bothering me. Why would he want specifically Zayn and I making the drop? I don't like sick games and he's one to play them occasionally.

"I honestly don't know but let's just get it over it," the task is only to make the drop so it won't take long. We'll do it and leave immediately.

"I don't really have a good feeling about all this but maybe I'm just paranoid." Zayn rubs his hands nervously making me get nervous as well. It's not that we've not done this ourselves before but it's just that Julian has never specifically requested a particular person to do it.

"Me too."

After a bit of a long drive, we pull over at the given location 7th street. It's 21:18 and everything seems oddly quiet. Zayn and I just sit quietly looking around, trying to spot any suspicious activity but there is nothing in sight. In front of us is the warehouse where the exchange is supposed to take place.

"Let's go." I climb off the car and head to the trunk. Zayn takes his sweet time to get out and if you ask me, he looks a bit more scared than I thought he was. But I completely understand him, Julian is quite the sketchy fùcker. You just can't trust him even if you wanted to.

We lift the heavy bag from the trunk and slam it shut while still remaining quiet. I can sense the tension between us more than the uneasiness we're both feeling. But fùck it! We have a bigger issue at hand. We walk in side by side with the bag between us. I couldn't even lift it on my own even if I wanted to.

"You're late!" Julian's voice pierces from a corner in the dimly lit space. We stop dead on our tracks and turn to face the direction from which his voice came.

"Fashionably late," I correct him given that we are only about twenty five minutes late. He's kept us longer several times before. He stands a few steps ahead of his men, who are about seven if my counting isn't wrong. He approaches us with a brief case in his hand and we start to walk towards him.

We meet halfway and throw the bag on the floor for him to check if it's exactly what he'd asked for. He squats and keeps the brief case by his side. Opening the bag, he takes out a Remington 700 SPS and studies it all way round. He slowly gets up and aims the weapon at Zayn, whose eyes grow wide. He then moves it slowly and points it directly to my chest. I hold my composure knowing that he's just playing around.

The silence in the room is enough for me to hear Zayn's heart beating literally. Or maybe it's just my heart, I don't even know anymore.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He asks and I simply nod first.

"The Model 700 SPS Tactical is a highly maneuverable member of the family. 20" heavy-contour tactical-style barrel and dual-point pillar bedding in it's black synthetic stock. It's perfect." I throw my great knowledge of the product to his face and wait for him to bite back. A twisted smirk forms across his face.

"Where is she?" Julian suddenly asks. My heart beats louder in my ears and I swallow hard knowing very well who he is talking about.

"Where is who?" I counter calmly keeping direct eye contact with the devil  himself.

"The blonde bitch. Where is she?" My blood is boiling. My fists are tightening but I need to maintain my composure.

"Katya?" Zayn asks and I find myself almost bursting into laughter. Seems like she's the only blonde bìtch we are familiar with.

"Not that one. Styles knows what I'm talking about!" Julian retorts with gritted teeth.

"Are you kidd- I already told you Julian. I solved that problem." I bite back feeling extremely irritated by the fact that he can't let that issue go.

He suddenly pulls the trigger, making a click sound and my eyes involuntarily flutter close then open. What if the shìt was loaded? He let's out a sadistic laugh and his men join in. I take a step forward but Zayn stops me with his arm across my chest.

"We've done our part now pay up. We need to be somewhere." Zayn diffuses the tension that was growing. I'm thankful that he can keep his composure.

Julian tosses the brief case for Zayn to catch. He opens it to make sure the money is all there.
"We're good," he pats my back pulling me from my staring contest with Julian. I slip my hands into my trench coat and firmly hold a gun that has been sitting deep in my pocket. My finger carefully touches the trigger but I highly doubt it will come to having to shoot Julian.

"Great doing business with you," Julian snaps his fingers and two of his men come forth to pick up the bag. "See you around."

They all walk away and jump into two SUVs, driving off and leaving us in the warehouse.

"Well that was awkward?" Zayn looks at me like he's expecting an explanation.

"I'm sure by now you already know what it's about so don't ask," I reply calmer than I thought I would be. We start to walk back to the car, with Zayn carrying the brief case and me just pocketing with my finger still on the trigger.

"I think I have an idea-" Zayn stops talking when lights suddenly go off. The whole place becomes pitch black. "What the fùck?" He adds in a whisper.

If this is one of Julian's sick games it sure isn't funny. I pull out my gun almost immediately when Zayn cocks his.

"Fùck off Julian!" I shout and the lights flicker back on. There's nothing in sight. Zayn and I have our backs to each other and move in a circular motion, surveying each corner of this god forsaken warehouse.

"We should have left first," Zayn whines.

Suddenly we hear gunshots from such a close proximity, and I'm sure they're shooting at us. We run in the same direction and take cover behind a big wooden chest. I admit I'm a bit shaken up by the sudden fire.

"Do you think it's Julian?" Zayn asks breathlessly looking as terrified as I am.

"Definitely him. That stupid fùck!" Just when we didn't bring any back up. I should have known.

I fire back when I see the idiots shooting at us. Only three are in sight. There could be more people in here.

"I'm sorry." I unconsciously blurt out.

"Huh?" Zayn gives me a puzzled look before shooting again. I hear a guy groan meaning that he hit me. "I hit one fùcker."

"I'm sorry Zayn," I repeat it almost loud enough for the shooters to hear.

Before he could respond, a bullet hits between us and we split into opposite directions for cover. I have my back against the wall just praying that I won't run out of bullets. When I turn my head to the side, I see someone aiming at Zayn from behind him.

"Watch out!" I yell and he ducks. I flip on the ground headed to his direction even with the firing still going on around us.

"You okay?" I ask him and he simply nods. We notice a shadow approaching from the corner. It gets closer and once the man appears, Zayn tackles him to the ground giving him a series of punches across his face. He doesn't look familiar though. My eyes dart around just to make sure we didn't have more company. Everything has quieted down and the only sound audible is Zayn's fist connecting with the goon's face.

"Who are you working for?" Zayn demands but the man just laughs. Showing his bloody teeth. Zayn should just knock them down his throat.

"Who the fùck are you working for!?" I command while pulling him to his feet. He's too weak to even stand on his own. He lets out a sick laugh with his eyes looking beyond me.

As I'm about to turn my head, a gun goes off and the sound of that one shot pierces through the eerie silence. It's almost like it's the only thing one could hear despite all the shouting from Zayn. 

I turn to look at Zayn but I can't quite make up what he's saying. His face is full of panic and shock and his mouth is moving hysterically. My grip on the guy we'd caught slowly loosens and I see him manage to run away. Zayn doesn't go after him though. He shoots at the direction the shot came from until his gun empties. He throws it on the ground then holds me when I start to feel my knees get weak. He gently lays me on the ground and my hand can't leave the left side of my abdomen. I feel the warmth of the liquid between my fingers and my eyes blur out.

"Harry! Fùck Harry say something!" My vision blurs but now my hearing starts to clear up.

"I'm sorry." Those are the only two words that I can make up. He needs to forgive me for Olivia.

"Stop saying that! Oh God. Oh God. Fùck! Just keep pressure on your side." Zayn presses his hand over mine to add more pressure for blood to slow down its flow.

I feel the warmth of tears flowing on both sides of my face. Every basic thing that I've been doing seems hard. Breathing, seeing, hearing and even talking.

I gasp for air like it's the last breath I would ever take. Maybe it is my last breath.

AN:
Oh no Harry! :(

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