The Mafia's Hotchpotch [ A One Direction Fan fiction ]

Secret misery, murder of love?

"Unforgettable together held the whole world in our hands, yeah, unexplainable the love that only we could understand, yeah, I know there's nothing I could do to change it, but is there something that can be negotiated, my heart's already breaking baby go on twist the knife....."

-Love you goodbye [One Direction]

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Hayzel's P.O.V.

I was waiting for a call, in a car parked outside the wedding hall. It was nearly seven thirty at night. The tremendous disaster was done. Remarriage of my mother, Alisha Adil Kabir, with Robin Twist, who had converted into a Muslim, was done. I am doubtfully sure that he had not accepted the religion with his heart. Likely mother, he had done it only for his child.

I was taken out of my thoughts when my phone rang. It was a private number.

"Hello," I spoke first.

"Escort out your sister from the Golconda Fort, baby doll."

I clenched my jaws when he called me 'baby doll'. Not because he called me so, but because I thought about my youngest sister, Nadia, with her. He could've done anything to her.

"I should better not find even a scratch on her skin," I intimidated him.

"Even if you find, what will you do? I have a lot to take care of, rather than your virgin freak. Her reproductive body parts have not yet been properly developed so that she could be pregnant anyways. You will find her inside, near the empty pool."

Before I could blurt out anything, he ended the call. I was raging furiously. Adrenaline was gushing up and down my veins. My breathing was becoming sporadic. My teeth were gritting against each other as if they would smash each other. My fingers were clenched into fists. I could feel the blood rushing in the veins of my brain. I immediately grabbed the pillow from the backseat, started to bite it viciously, and tried to scream as loud as possible with a part of a pillow inside my mouth. My head was pounding. Sometimes I do think that I am a psychopath, but I couldn't control myself. If I would've been in my house, I would go to the gym room and start boxing or I would continuously punch the metal cupboard with the knuckles of my bare fists. After a couple of minutes, I started the engine and took off for the Golconda Fort. Nearly one and a half hours away.

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Harry's P.O.V.

It's inevitable everything that's good comes to an end.

I fidgeted my fingers uncomfortably on my laps. I was just frustrated, I felt like if anything goes wrong, I'm going to burst out like an enormous bad-ash volcano which would drown the world into hot magma. Well, if not, then at least my father and I.

I am all covered up with layers of clothes so that the paparazzi won't spot me. I am at an airport in India. My flight was pretty late.