+ + + +                                   HARRY

- Tuesday. (in the previous chapter was Monday.)

I stretch my legs on the desk of my father. I support my back against the chair and I rest my hands behind my neck.

I am in my father's office. This motherfucker has not answered my calls and I know he's back in town.

I pull my phone from my pocket and I unlock the screen. Lunchtime it's almost over, he'll be here any minute.

I look at the ceiling while I wait for time to pass.

When he is going to be here? I need the money.

Maybe he has something saved here, a few bucks.

I pulled my legs from the desk and I opened one of his drawers. There is only papers and more papers. I pull out the paper sheets and I start to read it. Nothing interesting.

Among the pile of papers a small paper falls. I bend down to pick it up and I realize that is a photograph.

I gulped at the sight.

Is not any photograph.

Gemma and I are both smiling, both are dressed up. It's not halloween, the photograph belongs to the last birthday I enjoyed with my "family". If you could call us a “family”, in my opinion we were far from that.

Gemma is dressed as Snow White while I was as Spiderman. I loved to wear costumes. It was a way to hide Harry for a while and be someone else. It's weird but it was fun.

Seeing this picture and see me dressed as Spiderman reminds me of Lucy, when she started talking about superheroes. It was sweet, all she said. Um, oh well, she's adorable.

I smile wistfully watching the stupid piece of paper, this memory between my fingers. Those were good times.

I don't know why my father keeps this; I don't understand what he pretends. It is useless to hold on to that memory because it doesn't exist. It will never come back; Gemma and I'll never be the same.

I'm back to reality when I heard the sound of the knob turning. I throw the picture and the papers into the drawer.

"What the fuck?" My father almost screamed when his eyes meet mine.

Let the show begin.

"Hi Dad, so long." I smiled falsely.

"How did you get in?" He said closing the door.

"Margaret let me."

"But how?"

"Because I slept with her." I answered with a smile.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're not a fucking retard. I've been here other times and I know that you noticed the way she looks at me."

My father frowns and sits in the chair in front of me. Now we are face to face.

"I think you should be proud of me." I said, breaking the silence. "You should have seen how I fucked her, the way she was screaming my name, the way-"

"Enough Harry!" He screams pounding the table with his fist. I shudder at the sudden reaction. The way he screams brings horrible memories to my mind.

I shook my head and I frowned.

"I hope you enjoyed your little vacation with your new girlfriend. How was Miami?"

"I went to a business trip Harry." He complained.

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes. "I know you were with her."

"So? None of your damn business."

"I don't care."

I squint as I lean my back against the seat. I rose my feet on the desk.

I raised my legs on the desk and I stare at him.

"What do you want Harry?" He growls.

"I want and I need money."

"And now for what?" He snapped.

"Not your fucking problem, just give it to me." I answer kicking a pile of papers that were on is desk. The papers fall on the floor and my father looks angry.

"You better pick-"

"Fuck you." I spat.

My father frowns and rolls his eyes. He is frustrated and angry, I know.

On his reactions I see myself; unfortunately Des and I are not so different.

"I don't have all day! So will you give me the money or what?" I growled. "Don't force me to reveal your dirty little secret." I said through clenched teeth.

My father looks at me straight in the eye. The only thing I can see is hate. He really hates me. I guess he deserves it. Des and Anne deserve the way I make their lives miserable.

"Okay." He growls in frustration.

With a tense jaw without taking his eyes off me, my father pulls out a small strip of money and throws it directly to my face.

Son of a bitch.

"Um, this is enough ...for now." I smiled at the little wad of cash.

"Whatever, now go." He growls pointing his finger toward the door.

"bye" I said without expression as I got up from his seat.

How sad it is that your parents don't want to hear from you or always wanting you to leave?

Pretty sad, pretty pathetic...but that is how life works.

Margaret jumps when I slam the door. "Holy shit." She whispers.

"I think Des is going to fire someone." I smiled.

Margaret eyes. "Wha-what?"

"I think your boss found out that you fucked his son." I said passing beside her desk.

"Ho-how dare you?!" She despairs.

"Oops, it was not my intention." I falsely said. I counted the bills, half part for me and the other put it in my pocket. I'm going to need it.

"Damn it Harry! It was only once."

"Twice," I corrected.

"Son of a bitch."

"Bye Margaret." I winked and left the office of my father.

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I know that Taylor is onto something. I can feel it.

I met Taylor Black a year ago. I had never heard of him before, Taylor sells drugs and has many customers.

I met him playing poker. It's an addictive game for me and for him too. Taylor was stupid, ambitious and impulsive. Like us.

At that time I never realized the trouble he would bring. For the summer we went to Las Vegas with all the boys and that's when everything changed.

We got into a lot of trouble.

Vegas only brought arguments, debts, fights, and money.

We take drugs, we spent most of the time drunk, a lot of sex, Niall almost died, Zayn fucked the prostitute of a mobster, steal, cheat people, etc.

As I said a lot of problems. We blame Taylor for everything.

We were so angry that we decided to take revenge against Taylor but revenge is not good. Nothing went right. I guess we deserved it; we cause trouble in Las Vegas.

I dialed Taylor's number.

"What?" Taylor asked answering the call.

"Where are you?"

"I'm busy Styles." He grunts and hangs.

Um, he's busy. This is perfect, I didn't expected this so soon, but this is the perfect chance for me to rummage through his things. I've been with this idea for a few days; I think it's the only way to find out if something is really happening. Maybe I'm only paranoid but you never know.

I parked the car and I walked to the bar of Taylor. Here's his office, here he commands everything. Here should be all his secrets.

There are some people in the bar, I came at the perfect time in a few hours this place will be full.

I walked over to the bar where Ashton is preparing drinks. He is a friend; I met him because he works here. I know I can trust him.

"What’s up Styles?" He smiles at me.

"I need to ask you something." I said, resting my arms on the bar.

"Sure, wait a minute." Ashton finished preparing the drinks and handed it to two men.  "What is the problem Styles?" Ashton asked when the men left.

"I need a favor."

"What do I get in return?" He asked and I pulled the wad of dollars. "Um, interesting. Tell me about it."

"I need you to turn off the security cameras."

"Sure, I can…Wait, what? What do you mean?" He asked confused.

"I need to get into Taylor's office."

"Why?"

"I think Taylor is hiding something to me."

"I can’t do it." Ashton shakes his head.

"Don’t be a pussy, just 10 minutes, Taylor will never notice it." I say. I have to convince him, I need to go to Taylor's office, now is the perfect time.

Ashton sighs. "You still can’t get in; no one has the key to his office."

"Um, I do."

"But how?"

"I just took a copy." I said frustrated. I'm losing valuable time; I should be on taylor's office not here with Ashton.  "Just accept it and stay with this money. I'm not going to say that you helped me and I know that you're going to stay shut up." Ashton looks at me doubtful. "Don't be a coward."

"This is not right." He growled and turned away. Ashton walked through the bar and went to a room. After a few minutes he came out of this and looked at me: "its 6:40 pm, you have 10 minutes."

I nodded and I left the wad of bills on the bar.

I walked to the bathroom, next to these there is a door, I opened it and I entered smoothly. I'm in a long corridor with some doors and the last door corresponds to Taylor's office. I've been here before, in one of these rooms have a mini-bar, a large table and a nice TV, sometimes we play poker here and only two times I went to his office.

The hallway is illuminated only by a dim light, I walk to the end and I stop at the door. I take the key out of my pocket and I opened the door and I quickly shut it.

Taylor's office is quite large. A closed window illuminates the place. There is a desk in the middle of the room, there are shelves on one side with various books, since I know him, I've never seen him read.

The place has a small table with a few bottles of whiskey, here he keeps his collection of vinyl records and there is also an L-shaped sofa and a pool table. There is another door here but I haven’t managed to steal the key.

Where I can start? The only thing I can check is the drawers, the shelf with books and the desks. I decide to start by reviewing the metal drawer at the end of the room. Here must be something.

I open a drawer and I check the papers carefully, everything must remain in place but I don't think he will notice. These papers are crap, nothing important.

I open the next drawer and there is nothing but women underwear. Taylor has the strange habit of stealing underwear of the girls he fucked, is like a trophy for him.

I bury my hand inside the underwear and my hand facing an object. I pull out a box, is a box of old blue, square and closed by a padlock. Shit.

I open the third drawer and I look confused at the scene. There are some books, magazines, a dirty blouse and several photographs. I pull out my phone and I see the time, 6:43 pm. Shit! I still have seven minutes, I must be quick.

I begin to look at the pictures, I can see a brunette and she looks pretty like Taylor. I guess it's his mother, I can't believe that he kept memories of his family because he never speaks of them. I guess he ran away from home or something.

I keep looking at the pictures and I stop at one in particular. Is Taylor with his dad. It's a picture of his birthday number 6. His father face looks familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere.

I left the photos in place and I closed the drawer, I think that 10 minutes are up. I walk quickly out of the room and I close the door. I have to come when I can.

"How was everything?" Ashton asks me when I return to the bar.

"I want cherry vodka." I ask taking a few bucks out of my pocket. "I didn’t find out anything." I sighed in frustration.

Maybe I'm paranoid and Taylor elected Lucy only by fate.

"So what is happening? Why you wanted to get in on his office? If Taylor finds out-"

"He will not, I know because you are going to keep your mouth shut." I growled. "I can trust you, right?"

Ashton nodded and handed me the glass of vodka. "Sure and you can trust me too." He says.

I guess I can do it.

"Taylor will pay us a lot of money if I humiliate a girl. I don’t have to fuck her, just humiliating her. When I accepted the deal Taylor said he wants to attack her in a psychological way, he says it hurts more than taking a woman's virginity. "I said without hesitation, throwing the truth.

"I have heard something about it, it's crazy! Why he gives so much money for doing that to that girl?  Maybe she is some ex girlfriend and he wants revenge."

"No, she's not." I shook my head. "She's a stupid invisible nerd; she can’t even hurt a fly."

"Um, are you sure?" I nodded. "There may be some reason or maybe he just randomly chose her."

"I know, maybe." I took a sip of my vodka and let it burn in my throat. "What makes me suspect about this shit is because he sent Cameron to follow her."

"Cameron?" Ashton asked surprised and I just nodded in response. "Why?...Um, maybe he wants to know if you are fulfilling the deal or something. "

"I don't think so, he would send Cameron when I am with the nerd, no when she is alone. Also you know how Cameron is, I never liked him, I just want to punch him on the face. "

"Cameron is not trustworthy."

"I know, Cameron is a freak, sick, a sex addict and-"

Ashton laughed. "So are you."

I glared at Ashton. "Maybe I am too, but not in the same way that Cameron, he disgusts me. Yesterday I followed him throughout the afternoon, I couldn't stand it anymore when he spoke with the nerd. I thought the worst, yesterday he said enough shit about her and I had to beat him. "

"You guys fought yesterday? Why didn't you kill him? "

"Ugh, I don’t know but I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of him." I said before taking another sip of my drink. "I threatened him."

My phone rings in my pocket, I pull out the phone and I watch stupefied at the screen. It is a message and the most interesting is who sent it.

From: Nerd.

I need you Harry.

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I need you?

Wait, what the hell?

  "What happened Harry? Where are you going? "Ashton asks and I didn’t realize that I got up from my seat.

"I mus-must go." I drink a sip of vodka and I walk out of the bar quickly.

I reread the message once I'm inside my car. I'm still puzzled, she never sent me a message and receive this took me by surprise.

Lucy? She needs me? Why? What happened?

I think those questions are going to eat me alive if I don’t have an answer.

I put the seat belt and I start the engine. I drive fast towards her house while four words still echo in my head:

I need you Harry.