Harry's P.O.V.
"Are we almost there?" Lou complains as we squirm in the airplane. We finally boarded the plane yesterday night and now it's Wednesday morning like 7 am and we're still on the plan to Europe.
"Calm down Lou we should be there soon. " I say looking outside the window down at the ocean and the greenery surrounding the huge body of water.
"Hey y'know what island that is?" I ask the lads and like just twirls his pocket knif- HOW THE?! how the hell did he sneak that on they have those scanners.
"How did you get that on here?"
"I have my ways. " He just says and I just shake my head.
"Put that away..... I'm not getting thrown overboard for you. " He rolls his eyes does a trick to 'show off' and tucks it back into his pocket crossing his arms and looks at me.
"So what is so special about this island Styles?" he asks and I nod to myself
"Well that island is the famous st Helena where Napoleon Bonaparte died. "
"Ooh look at book worm over here. " I narrow my eyes
"Look I-I was just-"
"Yeah I don't care. " He says and puts his hood over his face and his feet up against the person in front of us headrest luckily no ones there. I huff and Lou pats me.
"That's cool Harry.... you know were he was born?" he asks
"Yep Corsica another island in France."
"Yeah that means we are getting close." He says and I nod
"Maybe like 3 more hours. " He groans and turns to look at the aisle passing out and I just bite my lip staring at the bare sea. I hate airplanes.
Calum's P.O.V. (you're welcome)
"So when did it happen?" I say in the phone as I munch on my sandwich as Michael scribble down some words or something.
"Like 2 months ago..... now we're on the hunt for Liam. "
"Who's that?" I ask my mouth full coming out muffled most likely.
"My new boyfriend. " I roll my eyes
"You move on fast. "
"Yeah y'know how I do. "
"Yes yeah I guess. "
"How are you two holding up?"
"Y'know not to bad..... we are friends though even if you 3 did have a mini orgy that's past us. " I chuckle
"Alright well..... I gotta go curly's coming back. "
"Okay i'll call you later?"
"Alright. "
"Bye. "
"Bye. " I hang up and place my phone and sandwich
"Done!" Michael says looking over the long piece or paper front and back scribbled on.
"What ya got there?" I ask cocking my head trying to see.
"Wanna hear?"
"No just asked. "
"C'mon you don't want to know?"
"No actually not really. "
"Fuck you. "
"Don't you remember? you already have. " I laugh and he just flicks the bird. Suddenly my phone goes off again
"Who's that?" he shrugs looking at my phone
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HorrorThis is a dark story about a boy name Harry. He seems to have made the only option to live resulting in a messy obsession. Harry is a serial killer. He can't help it though. No he isn't one of those kids who was abused or grew up with pain and killi...
