Unstable (Sequel to Twisted)

Chapter 5

"It does have romance, but it also has a lot of action." I told him matter-of-factly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Louis sit on the couch with Eleanor right next to him. He had his arm snugly around her; they must've already eaten.

"It starts off kind of slow," I told Harry. "But once it gets started, it gets amazing."

Harry scoffed a little but said nothing. He ate the pancakes quickly, and when he was done, he pushed the plate more onto the table and leaned back. I watched as he kicked his long, lanky legs on the table with his dark boots, crossing his ankles, and he leaned back into the couch, throwing his arm loosely over my shoulder. I was just finishing my pancakes when the action started-when Joan Wilder met Jack in the movie. I watched with utmost fascination when he saved her life against the man who had deceived her.

I chuckled a little at their little spats as they travelled through the jungle. Joan was a city girl, and she was thrown in this unfamiliar terrain in order to save her sister, who had been kidnapped and held hostage. Jack knew the place well, and she offered him money to help her.

"The girl's fucking useless," Zayn grumbled from the recliner. I didn't even notice him sitting there. He was smoking another cigarette, but his amber-colored eyes were set on the TV screen. "I don't think it's worth that much money to have to babysit some bitch who-"

"-sh," Niall shushed him, who was sitting in between Louis and Fran. "I can't hear with you talking so loud."

Zayn grumbled something, and I was smiling when Joan and Jack were inside the plane. This was when they first 'bonded' and it was a very important scene. I glanced over to see Harry still watching the TV, though he didn't look nearly as interested in it as I was.

I was crossing and un-crossing my legs. Honestly, they felt tired and worn-out, and I felt antsy. So finally Harry grabbed my legs and set them on top of his lap, letting me stretch them out. This way I was half sitting on his lap, while my upper body was able to relax. It was actually a very comfortable position, and I was glad he did it.

I zoned out a little when the real action of the film started. I started to think about everything that was currently happening. A few months ago, about a year ago, I came here to London. My parents back in America-where I was born, were very strict and had it in their heads that I was going to college and spend ten years or more trapped in a classroom to get 'education.' So when I graduated high school, I mustered the courage with the help of my best friend Kim and left. I've always wanted to see the world, to visit places and see what the world had to offer. But when I left, my parents gave me money and said that if I did leave, then I was to never come back. I was basically nothing to them right now. I was a disappointment, but honestly, I didn't care because as soon as I came to London, I fell in love with it. I felt like I belonged there.

I just had no idea about the gangs running London, though.

"How's your cheek?" I heard Harry whisper when the movie was almost ending. I didn't even know it, but somewhere during the movie I leaned my head against his chest. His arm was tighter around my shoulders, holding me to him.

"It's good." My cheek didn't hurt at all right now-it just felt like it was still slightly swollen. I knew there was going to be a good-sized bruise there for a while.

I actually got tired all of a sudden, sitting here lying against Harry. My eyes were starting to fight to stay open, and soon, I was leaning fully against him with my eyes both closed. The events of the chaotic morning were finally taking its toll on me, and the physical exhaustion from taking a hit from Zayn earlier was having an effect.

It really was amazing how relaxed I could be, sitting here with Harry. This was the same man who had threatened to kill Walter and Fran. This was the same man who had spanked me yesterday without a sign of mercy. This was the very man who had turned my world completely upside down a few months ago.

But I was so tired...and he felt so warm. And a strange part of me figured that since Harry was one of the most dangerous things I knew about right now, I was literally the safest around him. I wasn't safe from him, but I don't think anyone would dare come after me as long as I had Harry around.

An hour later, I was back in my room cleaning while the boys were taking turns showering. They mostly stayed in the living room, talking business, so I decided to fix up my room. I was folding some clean clothes and putting them away when I found something that caught my eye.

My jacket.

I sat on the bed, holding the thin leather material carefully as I looked it over. This was the same jacket Harry made for me, when I supposedly officially became one of them. For some reason, I felt tears sting at my eyes as I looked over it. This was the last thing I wore when Perrie and I were arrested...before I betrayed Harry...

I made my way out of my room, hurrying into the living room and finding Harry and Liam talking on the couch. Zayn was probably in the shower, because everyone else was here. Except Louis and Eleanor; Eleanor probably fell asleep during the movie, too.

"Harry," I stated with a hesitant smile, holding the jacket up for his eyes to see, "look what I found."

His sentence cut off when his green eyes saw the jacket. Instead of smiling in remembrance, happy to see I kept it, I was surprised when his face twisted in fury. His jaw clenched and he got off from the couch, snatching the jacket from my grasp.

"We need to get rid of this," He mumbled, feeling around his pockets for something.

"Why? It's my jacket, remember?" I asked quietly. Was I...no longer part of them? No. I didn't want to be part of them. I was taken captive and...

"Here," Zayn tossed a lighter at Harry and he caught it easily.

Harry had a little bottle in his hand, and he sprayed it all over the jacket. Soon, the leather jacket was dripping with the liquid, and I knew what the liquid was immediately when the smell hit me.

Kerosene.

Harry turned to the fireplace and tossed the jacket inside before I could even open my mouth. "What are you doing?" My voice was loud and shrilly, eyes wide as he flicked the lighter, a small flame coming forth.

"I'm burning the jacket." He said slowly, bending down to light the jacket. I let out a small gasp when the jacket erupted into violent swirling flames. Smoke was going through the opening at the top, which would circulate through pans and pans of small frames until it led to an opening that led to the outside roof.

"Why are you burning my jacket?" I asked, my eyes unable to look away from the sight. The flames were licking away the material; making it bend and twisted as it pleased.

I glanced over to see Harry staring at the flames, too. The dancing flames casted shadows across his face, giving him an eerie appearance. His eyes seemed darker than usual as he stared impassively at the burning jacket; his hands were shoved in his front pocket, and his hair looked like it was just drying from the shower. He still wore the same clothes from earlier, since Perrie hadn't returned with any new ones.

"We're not going to need it anymore." He murmured.

"Why not?" Confused, I turned fully to him. "I don't...understand. Aren't you going to build up the gang again? Aren't you going to 'take over' Cheshire and claim it as your own?" He told me he had a plan earlier, and I couldn't stop wondering what that plan was. I immediately assumed he was going to round up his gang again and build up power. I didn't know what else he could do.

"No." Harry replied. "That's not the plan at all."

"Then what is the plan? Are you still going to build up a gang?" I honestly couldn't imagine Harry being anyone else. Whenever I looked at him, I immediately thought of him as a hardcore gang leader.

His eyes met mine suddenly; they had a determined, resolved look. He didn't look sad or angry-it looked like he had finally came to terms with what had happened with Carlotta. I always knew Harry as a fighter; when he wanted something, he would fight until he got it. So why he wasn't going to pursue his power that he had before was beyond me.

"The gang," Harry murmured, his eyes peering unwaveringly into mine, speaking in a slow tone, enunciating each word clearly, "is over."