A/N: There are some minor but important changes done in the previous chapter. Please check it out first and then proceed. I apologize for the inconvenience🙇

"Harry! Harry!"

As Shawn shouted from outside the door, Harry groaned in irritation due to lack of sleep, and brought the duvet closer to himself, hoping that Shawn would finally go away.

"Damn it, you baboon face! Wake up!"

If it had been any other day, Shawn would have been probably dead by now; in fact, even buried six feet deep but exhaustion rendered Harry as active as a sloth, so he simply hid his head under the pillow to block the noise.

"Police is here!"

This alarmed him and in no time, he was up, grabbing his gun placed on the table, and bolted towards the door. Opening the door in haste, he growled at Shawn about how he will kill him if this happens to be some sick joke but Shawn was already away, at Zayn's door, banging it with panic clouding his head.

Harry pursed his lips, realizing it was no sick joke; after all Shawn was banging at Zayn's door. More aptly, a sleep deprived Zayn, who is no better than the blood lusty Devil.

So he took it as his responsibility to wake the other two, who were sleeping like dead in the rooms upstairs; all the while thinking how police must have got to know about their location. They were so stealthy, after all.

Sprinting upstairs, he banged at Louis' door while shouting frantically that police is here. This woke up Liam too, who always had been a light sleeper.

Tucking the gun in the hem of their jeans, three of them climbed downstairs, Louis cursing all the while how tired he was after driving for the whole night; where Zayn was already present, near the window, his inquisitive hazel eyes scanning the whole area, while Shawn paced to and fro in the room.

"Let's go. No one's here." Zayn announced after some moments, chewing a mint gum, patting his back pocket to make sure he had his wallet with him.

"And what about the plan?" Louis asked with a frown as the five of them walked outside the door, still alarmed, towards the car.

"Get in the car first. We will think later about it." Liam said while stepping inside the car's driving seat, others followed his suit and as soon as five of them were inside the car, Liam did not wait for even a single moment to start the engine and dash away from the place, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"Gosh-what now?" Shawn wondered as he was settled down in the pedestrian seat, leaning back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"First you tell me, how the fuck did they even got to know where we were?" Louis grumbled from the back seat, his blue eyes gazing at the exit window time to time in case someone was following them.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Shawn replied haughtily.

"Shouldn't we people think what do after this, rather than giving each stink eyes like some five years old brats?" This time Harry piped in with a raised eyebrow.

"There, Styles-" Zayn chuckled, who was sitting between Louis and Harry at the back seat, "-you spoke my heart out."

Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn, before giving a light punch to his shoulder. Zayn simply grinned, before his face turned serious and he bent down, only to drag out a bag from underneath the seat of the car.

Louis and Harry, both froze beside him; half expecting the bag to be stuffed with some dead body.

"We will think about the mole later, Louis." Liam said suddenly, making both of their attention to be drawn towards him, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Louis simply nodded his head at this, his mind reeling for possible escape routes now.

Harry hummed at Liam before rasping out in his naturally deep, husky voice, "First, let's just get the hell out of this darned place."

Everyone simply nodded their heads in the unison, tense as ever knowing that the police must not be too far behind them.

Louis looked at Zayn, only to find him sitting there with the black bag now placed on his lap.

Feeling Louis' eyeing him and his antics, Zayn rolled his eyes, running his slender fingers through his raven locks before speaking in a reassuring, "It's nothing more than some spare ammunition, man."

"Well, sorry for suspecting-" Harry spoke, mockingly raising his hands up in surrender, "-we clearly should have not expected anything fucking fishy, at least, not after knowing what a pious and upright person you are;" he then folded his hands and closed his eyes, as if worshipping, in front of a scowling Zayn, while others tried not to laugh at the duo," -how you help those in desperate need of relief from this world's pain and miseries."

"Shut up." Zayn grumbled with a deep frown, making everyone laugh. Huffing, he folded his arms in front of his chest and looked straight ahead, not sparing a glance to anyone, making them laugh more, much to his annoyance.

Silence draped over the five of them as their laughter finally died, and no one cared to speak anything after that, afraid that the tension prevailing previous to that little episode of their personalized asset of Tom and Jerry would return.

But soon a loud ringing of Liam's mobile penetrated through the thick blanket of quietness, making everyone wince at the unpleasant sound.

Liam took out his mobile from the front pocket of his jacket and his heart skipped a beat as he read the name in the caller I.D.

"Amanda."

He had wanted Amanda to call him, like she always did, had been waiting for her to call him and to demand explanation, apologies from him, preferably in the form of chocolate cookies which she happened to love more than anything in the world- but now? When he was on the run?

He pursed his lips, not wanting to give into temptation, but then with a hiss of "Fuck it." leaving his lips while the other four looked at him with the raised eyebrows, he was about to swipe the mobile screen, intending to pick her call up; when all of a sudden Zayn loudly exclaimed, " Fuck!"

"What happ-" Harry started speaking with knitted eyebrows, but was cut off by Zayn screaming in panic, "We are so fucking stupid! That boy!"

There was a short moment of silence before four of them gasped, the car coming to a screeching halt, Liam's ringing phone long forgotten as they remembered that there was yet another soul in the house other than the five of them.

"Shit, David! Police must be there by now." Shawn stated, his eyes showing his distress.

There was quiet for some seconds before Harry spoke up, "I have an idea."

Four pair of eyes landed on Harry's eerily calm face, who then landed his gaze at Zayn before speaking.

"You are going back, Zayn."

"What-" Louis started but Harry intervened quickly, "We planned to lure those bitches in, so what that they lured way too quickly?"

Louis looked at Liam in confusion, only for the latter to shrug his shoulders in return as even he didn't knew what was Harry planning; while Shawn looked at every single of them time to time to ask what's exactly happening.

Zayn, however, simply tilted his head to the side slightly and for he got an idea of what the plan might be if he is the one who is being told to go, an evil smirk plastered on his face as he uttered the next words, "In that case, whatever you say, big guy."

A/N: So, any ideas what Harry's plan must be? And your thoughts on the characters? Who is your favourite and who you despise the most?

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