Double-Crossed (a One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Harry POV:

I strolled down the street, making my way home. School had just ended, and I was mentally making a to-do list when I get home to stay organized. I had just organized myself, when someone grabbed my arm. I flinched in surprise.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to scare you." It was a crippled old man, sitting on an old wheelchair. He had a faint Scottish accent, suggesting he came from Scotland. A smiling lady stood behind him, gripping the handles in the back. Seemed friendly enough. I smiled.

"That's okay, Mister. Anything I can do to help you?"

"Yes, actually. Would you mind taking me back to the retirement home? My caregiver has to leave for a family emergency, and you seem like a trustworthy young man." For some reason, it didn't come to me that it was illegal to give your patient to a complete stranger, but I wasn't thinking straight.

"I'd love to, Mr..."

"Just call me Marvin. No need for the formal stuff," he waved his arm, dismissing the formalities. This guy seems very nice. I smiled at him, and the caregiver let me take control of the wheelchair. I watched as the lady hailed a cab and drove away.

"Okay, Mis- er- Marvin. Tell me the way, if you don't mind." Marvin gladly directed me on where to go, making friendly chat with me.

"This store is great. They always give out free samples on Fridays. Oh, and there's that lovely flower shop. I remember when I was maybe your age, just after I had moved here, I sent dozens of roses to this lass. A romantic, I was. Yes, those were good times," he laughed. I just smiled and gave comments when needed.

As we passed by the park, there was the faint sound of a clarinet. It was coming from a lone man sitting on a park bench. Marvin asked if we could stop for a while and listen to it.

"His music is so lovely, it reminds me of my childhood, when my parents would sing old folk songs to me. Let's go see him, shall we?"

"Of course, sir. Anything you want."

"Thank you, Love..." It seemed weird that he called me love, but I went along with it. He probably does that to everyone, even though it seems more of a thing old ladies would do. I pushed his wheelchair closer to the man. The music was much louder now, and you could hear the individual notes. It was so...calming. It made me relax. I sat down on the grass next to the wheelchair, admiring the soothing notes that flowed from the clarinet. I could stay here for hours. The man swayed to the beat of the song, and I started matching his movements. My eyes started getting droopy...

I found myself in the back of a truck. The wheelchair beside me where he once sat was now empty. Why am I in a truck? I could see two people in the front of the truck, the one in the passenger seat holding a clarinet. I recalled sitting in the park listening to a clarinet. Shit, was this a trap? Do they have Marvin too? The driver was talking to the clarinet player and they were laughing. The driver had a faint Scottish accent, kind of like... fuck. He was in on it too.

"Marvin, aren't you a little too old to be driving?" The clarinet player teased.

"Ah, put a lid on it Morty, you know I hate those 'aren't you a little too old' jokes. It's not my fault I got the power to change my appearance. It's cooler than hypnotizing people with a clarinet. 't's not even a power, it's a tool." Woah, so these people have powers like me? I thought I was the only one. The truck hit a big bump, and I fell into the side of the truck and bumped my head. Unfortunately, I wasn't very quiet about it.

"Ow! Shit!" The two men stopped talking and turned around and looked at me rubbing my head.

"Morty, I thought you knocked him out for a good day," Marvin whined.

"How was I supposed to know he's a light sleeper?"

"Just make him sleep again, at least until we get back." Get back? Back where? Marvin put in some earplugs in his ears and Morty started playing. In an attempt to block out the music, I covered my ears. But somehow it still conquered my mind. All I could think about was the lyrical harmonies emitting from the woodwind instrument. I found myself swaying along with him, and my eyes getting droopy...

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Heyy!

So, how's everyone today? I'm pretty happy because we got new seats in my Geometry class and I'm sitting by my crush. Pretty silly, but it still makes me happy. I've been sleeping so late lately, and as a result I've been falling asleep in class which is terrible! I can't wait until the weekend so I can properly crash for 11 hours without waking up to finish homework. I must be so boring, so I'll stop here. Please vote if you like it, and if you don't, comment and tell me why; it is much appreciated.

Sam