'Cause lately we've been living in different nations
Enemy lines are drawn, lines are drawn
This just about might be the dumbest idea I've had yet.
And that says a lot for my twenty years of existence.
I don't know why or how I got here, or what possessed me to come into this room, but I did it. And now I have to figure out what the fuck to do.
I mean, I had to do it. Things were working out too well, and there was no way I wasn't going to take this chance. They say when you get a chance, you take it. So that's what I'm doing.
I'm sneaking into Desmond Styles hotel room.
Fuck, I don't know how I got to this point, but I'm here and it happened.
I could have sworn I was hallucinating when I saw him walk into this hotel in the middle of Miami, but it's real, he's here.
I was so confused as to why he was here, but I know I wasn't the only one. All the boys looked like they had seen a ghost when he walked in, it was a look I didn't like.
Harry was pissed, and when I say pissed I mean he fucking destroyed the hotel room. As in every piece of glass was shattered into a million little pieces.
None of us were expecting his father to pay a visit, but for some reason it really wasn't doing well with Harry. He shut down for multiple hours and it was like he was in some alternate universes.
Things were going well, it had been a busy week but everything was fine. We were in some warm weather, so it was nice but the boys were slammed with work.
We were in Tampa two days ago for a show and they had some jobs, and then yesterday we drove to Miami and did another show. It was when we came back to the hotel last night that things went to shit.
The man of the hour was just fucking walking through the lobby as if he was royalty. I can say that no one, and I mean not a single soul knew he would be here. We still don't know why he is.
So that's what I want to figure out.
This could also very easily be my chance to get him, but I don't know if I can do that today. I think it might be too much with everything else going on, but I'm still going to get some answers.
I know Harry did some digging, and I did my own. In conclusion we either both have a shitty memory or this is deeper than we thought.
I couldn't find anything, and neither could Harry. So, I'm going to go get my own information from Desmond. I've done stuff like this plenty of times, I'm not worried at all.
I also know he isn't here right now because I watched him leave and he told Harry he would be gone today. He also told him that they need to have a meeting tonight, and I could tell it was working him up.
Harry's been stressing the past twenty four hours like a fucking nutball. It's like he's on lockdown mode and trying to figure this shit out, he's beating himself up over why his father's here.
I couldn't get him to put the damn computer down last night. I tried everything, and I mean everything. Not even giving him a strip show worked.
He didn't enjoy it all, and not going to lie it busted my confidence a bit. I thought I looked good and he didn't even want to fuck me, and I was even going to let him do whatever.
I hope this little mood storm he's in the middle of passes because I'm over it. I know he's stressed and all, but I at least thought that would help him. I was butthurt when he cock blocked me.
This morning he was even more grumpy. He was also drinking when I woke up and I was slightly confused. He swore it was to cure the nerves but I knew he was in his head and using alcohol instead of drugs.
I'm proud of him for that.
I don't know where he is now, I think he might be at some sort of studio. He asked if I wanted to go, but I told him I was going to just sleep. In reality I was planning something much bigger.
It's really fucking dumb, but I knew I could get some information. Desmond had to have left a computer or something sitting in his room, and I would be using it.
I even came up with a whole ass plan in my head, I don't know if it's going to work but I'll try. I'm going to hope it works because I need this.
Thanks to Zayn, I've been brushing up on some basic hacking stuff. He's been helping Harry and I a bit trying to dig through our old files which also means I can go through Desmond's with Zayn's tips.
I don't know exactly what I'm looking for, but I know it will be easier to get information through his stuff. It's just a game of getting it done or time.
Harry said they are meeting at five, and it's currently three o'clock. I'll have more than enough time, I just need to move fast and make sure I don't waste any time.
I ran my palms down my black ripped jeans that hugged my legs, my hands slightly sweaty from the nerves running through my veins. I have a simple black tank top on that cut low on my breasts with a gun in my waistband.
Just for safety.
I'm currently standing outside Desmond's room, and my brain is fried. I guess the amount of stress I've put on myself and what's going on has resulted in this. So many different things are firing through my body.
But the strongest is frisson.
A thrill.
Room 1112, just the place I'm looking for. The key I need to get in with is held between two of my fingers currently as I try to calm my nerves. Here's to hoping everything will go as planned.
Like that will ever happen.
Surprisingly it was very easy to get a key to his room. The workers here don't pay attention to shit, and I'm good at what I do. A lost key results in needing a new one, so that's the story.
Fuck, here goes nothing.
I looked down the hallway, my eyes glancing around quickly before I lifted the thin card up to the door. I took one last deep breath before I heard the soft chirp come from the lock and a small green light flash across it.
The door opened with a click, and it was like my nerves went away instantly. The good feeling washed over me, it is time to have some fun. Time to do some digging.
Desmond's room was simple, but mostly untouched. It was also very fucking fancy, but it's nothing less of what I expected. The bed was perfectly made, and there was only a small black suitcase resting against the wall by the window.
My eyes darted around the room to make sure it was empty, quickly checking the bathroom before looking around. I was hoping that there would be something I was looking for.
I took small steps towards the window that overlooked the busy city of Miami. The bright sun was shining through the white room. I looked out the window, running my fingers over the gun at my waist before turning around.
Bingo.
A computer sitting perfectly propped on the desk. A small smirk took over my face as I saw the perfect device for what I needed to do. I could get all the information I needed from this, just with the simple reset of a disk.
I quickly moved towards the desk, not wanting to waste any time as I opened the computer. As I expected, there was a login I needed, but in reality I don't need it all. I know this is probably one of many computers that is so embedded with codes it will be nearly impossible to get the good stuff, but it will work.
It's more than what I have right now, and I will take anything. Thanks to the help of Zayn, and also Harry, I know what I'm doing here. I've been paying more attention than they think I have.
With the help of Zayn, I can now easily get into Desmond's computer. So that's what I'm going to do, it seemed complicated at first but by watching him do it over and over I understand how to. I repeated the steps in my head as I slowly worked through them, when I got to the last one I mentally said a prayer before resetting the computer.
Desmond Styles is a fucking idiot.
I don't know why I'm shocked by the fact it worked, I guess I just assumed that things typically tend to go wrong with me. It worked though, so I'm not going to complain. I am just going to shut up and do my job.
I glanced at the clock, that I swear I could hear ticking from across the room. My leg was bouncing slightly as I looked at it before my eyes darted back to the screen in front of me.
3:11 p.m.
Harry and I have been working through some of our own files to look into this, which is actually coming in handy right now. I've helped Harry out a bit with it, and he's helped me. This means that I have grasped some concept on how to use their software.
I clicked on the icon that represented the one I had seen Harry go on quite a few times, but as expected I was faced with needing a password. I know how to work around this, I can do it. I just need to adjust the coding, and then boom, we got it.
As I slowly cracked it, I watched the file access start to open up. I could see that there was still a lot of shit missing, but it was more than both Harry and mine combined.
I scrolled through the first few pages seeing labels for different names, missions, heists and more. I recognized a few of the name files, stopping to click on them every once in a while to see if I could access them. Luckily I could, so that made some of my nerves settle.
My nerves are fucking reckless over this, and for what? It's the same damn job I do every single day, it's nothing different. If anything it's less dangerous than what I normally do.
No offense to the techies in this world. We really need them, but instead of going and getting shot at every day they get to hide behind little screens and crack codes. One thing I don't understand is how they do this all day, my head is fucking pounding from the florescent light that's blinding me.
What the hell am I looking for? That is the question I am currently asking myself. Maybe I'm questioning my whole existence and this point, and no one would know.
"Damn, Desmond," I groaned as I scrolled back up to the top so I could search through the files instead. "Why do you have so many files?"
Hmm, I don't know Indiana. Maybe it's because he runs a fucking mafia?
I almost laughed at my own thoughts but froze when a file with the name Sammie came up. Correction, multiple files came up. Thank fuck, I was getting bored of this.
When I used the search bar and term 'Sammie' there were three files that came up. Each one was different, and had a different name. They also seemed to be very long, so I would have to be fast.
The first one was a thirty four year old male, under the name Sammie as a current worker for Black Streak. Sammie Sanders, a single man with no identified family left as they passed away in a crash. Currently working in gun trafficking in Los Angeles.
"Oh, Sammie," I hummed as I scrolled through his file looking for anything else. "Thanks for the help but I don't think I'll be needing you."
Unless I go find you and torture answers out of you for fun. Just to see if you have anything in you.
Stop it, Indiana.
I clicked on the second file, ready to move on and get information. This one was different though, part of it was locked and confusing me. This one was a victim, maybe every person they attacked was locked?
Sammie Richardson. Eighteen year old female, deceased. Certificate of Death, July 11, 2018.
That was all, everything else was locked. Even the autopsy and reason for death which normally would be able to be accessed for us was blocked off. It was weird, like really fucking strange.
I know Desmond has some shit going on in this mafia, but young females aren't targeted often without an explanation. Sammie Richardson. I need to think into this name. I need to think into all of them.
The clock was ticking in the back of my brain and I glanced at it before moving on. There was an unsettling pit in my stomach as I anxiously bounced my leg, clicking on the final file.
3:23 p.m.
Fuck, I spent too much time on those two files. I need to start working faster if I want to get as much information as I'm planning on. I was hoping to be out of here by four o'clock just to be safe.
I was fast with the last file, again this one was also partially locked with deep codes but had more than the second. Sammie Essenmacher, fifty six year old M.D., working in New York City. Wife and two children are present in the household.
The rest of the file was stuff on his college education and his past work. I wonder how a smart doctor like him got tied to the mafia?
"Why is this so damn hard?" I groaned, scrolling through the last Sammie's file before exiting out.
None of these really seemed to fit what we were looking for. I'd definitely somehow bring up their names to Harry, I just need to figure out how to do that without setting off the bomb I identify as my boyfriend. I don't need him blowing up in my face.
My mind was starting to fill with unsettling thoughts as I tried to tame them. I couldn't let myself get overwhelmed or anxious right now, I just needed to do some more digging.
I looked up files under both 'Samuel' and 'Samantha', just hoping to find something. There was barely anything though, so I guess Sammie isn't as common as we think it is.
I've definitely made progress with what I've found, I just wish I could find full answers. I wasn't expecting to do that today, but I hate the feeling of just having something unfinished and luring behind me. It's the type of person I am, and I can't control it.
I let out a sigh as I closed out of the last file, my head pounding from all the reading. I don't know why I think I'm a fucking pantomath, I really need to get that idea out of my head. It isn't a good one to keep in there because it pushed my stressed boundaries to a whole new level.
Right when I was about to give up, there was a file that caught my attention. A specific person's file that made my heart jump.
Harry Styles.
It was right at the top of his fathers work.
I hated that a part of me wanted to open it. I wanted to shut out every thought that was telling me to do it, but I couldn't. Something was telling me that I needed to look at it, and I needed to look at it now.
This is such a bad fucking idea, why can't I stop myself?
Before I could even process what I was doing, I was double clicking on Harry's profile and watching it load onto the screen. Why am I doing this, it feels so wrong?
My eyes darted across the screen, not allowing myself to stop or control what I was reading. I wanted nothing more than to stop myself. It feels so wrong, I can't do this to Harry.
Stop it, Indiana.
My brain was screaming at me, yet I couldn't stop. I read it, I read it all. His age, his middle name, his birthday. I hated every second of it, yet there was only one place I forced myself not to look at. His family history.
I wouldn't do that to him. I know how hurt Harry is by everything in his family, and I want him to tell me when he's ready. I could look at it, I could look at it all.
His mothers file, his sister who I've now learned was named Riley. I could have seen it all, but I didn't want to. There was really only one part I wanted to look at, and it was still wrong.
His current jobs.
It was brightly highlighted, and I don't know why I wanted to see it so bad. It was labeled under 'Trepidation', it had the other boys' names linked with all of their files. When I clicked on it, it was long. Like over one hundred pages of writing.
'Ring Heist'
The start date was marked as October 12, which was partially through the start of the tour. It was over a month into the tour, so what were they doing that first month? Jesus Indiana, just focus on one thing at a time.
My brain was scrambled and my heart was racing as I tried to read it. I know mafia coding and wording is confusing and all, but this genuinely makes no sense. I swear it isn't even in English.
It kind of matches up with a little of what Harry told me. They are looking for something, so they are robbing different locations across the world. Stealing things from them as leverage, taking their money and drugs.
I guess I just don't understand why Desmond is so obsessed over this. I don't even know what it is, there's no description on it, just another link.
The more I looked at the link, I realized it was to open an image. I hesitated as I stared at it for a second, contemplating if I should open it or not.
Whatever, fuck life.
This is bad, I need to stop. I can't stop though, I need to do this.
No I don't, I'm an awful human being this is why I fuck everything up. I subject myself to this stuff. If I'm already this deep, I should just look at it though. I need to figure everything out.
Every small puzzle piece will eventually build a picture.
"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath, clicking on the image so I could see it.
I was so confused by what it was, what this whole thing was. Why does it look so familiar, that's my question.
I stared at the image for a few seconds trying to piece it together. It was really blurry, and in black and white, almost like an old picture. It looks as if it's a piece of jewelry.
"Holy shit," I gasped at the recognition of what it was. "Is that my-"
I couldn't finish the sentence that shot a million fucking thoughts through my brain before I was interrupted. I wasn't just interrupted by my brain going batshit crazy, there was someone outside.
My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach, and it felt as if time had frozen. I'm fucked at this moment in time.
I jumped from the desk, closing out of every tab I could as fast as possible and slamming the laptop shut. I knew I shouldn't have done this, I fucking knew it.
I can't move, it's like my body is stuck in place and someone is about to walk in. The only thing I could think to do was pull my gun out and brace for whatever the fuck is about to happen.
The rustling outside is only intensifying and it felt like the only split second I had was to glance at the clock. It was only three thirty p.m., why was Desmond back already? I thought I had at least another hour.
Hell, not even to mention what Desmond currently has a whole mission and fucking heist going on over right now. This is bad, this is really fucking bad.
Maybe this is where it all ends?
Not the time, Indiana.
Is it ever the time to do this? No, that's the honest fucking answer. I don't know what to do, but someone is about to break into this door at any second.
Before I could even blink, the door was flying open and my finger was on the trigger. Am I really about to shoot Desmond Styles right now?
"Shit- Indiana?" I heard the gasp and for some reason it took me a few seconds to process what was going on. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Harry?" I said with wide eyes, watching as his hand snapped the grab the gun that he had tucked in his jeans. "Fucking hell."
I don't know if I should be relieved or not. I mean I genuinely thought I was about to kill the largest mafia leader in the world, and I was shitting myself over it. I really need to get back in the game.
"Fucking hell?" He questioned with a mocking tone, shutting the door harshly. "Indiana, what the actual fuck are you doing in my father's hotel room?"
Good question, buddy.
I don't know why I feel nervous right now. Like I actually just gulped. Maybe it's because I can see he's actually pissed? His tone is harsh, and he is in no way pleased to see me here.
Oops.
"Well, I could ask you the same thing," I pursed my lips, hitting the heel of my boot against the ground anxiously. "Why are you here?"
"Answer my fucking question." He snapped and my eyes widened in surprise. He's mad, like really fucking mad at me right now.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, taking a small step back because I was starting to feel overwhelmed by his presence. "I was trying to find information."
I was keeping my answer short and sweet. He didn't need to know anything else, especially if he was going to act like a total dick as he is right now.
"Find information on what?" Harry was laughing, like laughing. I don't know if I should find it more concerning or not.
"What the fuck do you think?" I gaped at him, but quickly realized that was a mistake when he clenched his jaw shut. "Your father is the answer to everything."
As dumb as it was, it was correct. Even the small amount of information I got today is way more than what we ever would have gotten as just the two of us. We needed this if we wanted to figure this out.
"Are you fucking mental?" He boomed, his voice way louder than I would have preferred. "Why? Why did you think this was a good idea!"
Yes Harry, I'm insane incase you didn't know.
I have never seen him like this before, not since I met him. It was like those few nights where I'd find his rooms beaten and shattered. His body frail, and full of rage.
Harry didn't look like himself right now. His eyes were unrecognizable and such a dark shade, not the good kind. He was so mad that the veins on his temples were bulging out when he yelled at me.
It was in this moment where I genuinely felt intimidated by him. The good thing is I don't back down, and I can be just as scary.
"Because you didn't give a shit to fucking look into this!" I screamed back at him, unable to control my anger.
If he wanted to get mad at me for making my own decisions, then he can deal with my own anger. He doesn't get to sit here and act as if he controls my every god damn move.
"I don't give a shit?" He chuckled with his jaw dropped. It was an evil laugh, not one I enjoyed. "Then tell me why I've stayed up every goddamn night trying to protect you?"
"I don't need you to fucking protect me," I spit through gritted teeth, my arms flailing around. "You don't own me!"
Fuck, maybe I'm speaking out of anger, but I'm done. If he really thinks he can stop me from protecting myself, then he's got something twisted in his head.
I'm not going to sit here and wait for someone to attack me. That's not who I am, and that's not who I will ever be. I am going to fight for myself, and I'm going to do anything to protect the person I fucking care about.
"Fine," Harry said, dropping his hands, with any emotion on his face flooding away. "Then leave. You clearly don't need me and don't want me."
Nope, he does not get to play this game with me. Not today, it's not the time to do this.
"Did I ever fucking say that?" I asked with a snarky tone. "You think that just because I said I didn't need you to protect me, that means I don't want to be with you?"
He had a humorous look on his face that was only making me furious. He thinks this is some sort of sick joke for his entertainment, but surprise surprise, it's not. I'm dead fucking serious.
"You blatantly said you did need me help," I couldn't believe he was still going on about this, I'm fucking pissed. "So go. If you don't want it then leave!"
"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed, way louder than I should have. I couldn't control it, so many unknown emotions were raging through me like a red flag.
It's the fact that he thinks he can just walk in here and control my every move. I know this is new to him, it's new to me too, but I'm not going to keep him captive just to make sure he survives. It's a dark fucking world out there, but we have to face it.
"I am a grown ass woman, Harry," I continued, lowering my voice so he would know how serious I was. "I can protect my own self. I've done it my whole damn life, and I'm willing to continue to do it. Your help is appreciated, but if you think you can control what I do, then I'm done, leave. I've been controlled my whole life and I'm not going to let it happen anymore."
Normally I would just let this pass and blame it on myself. Saying I'm wrong for doing what I know I need to do, and it's my fault that the result that happened did. And hell, it still might be my fault, but I'm not going to let anymore people stomp all over me.
I've learned that it's not okay. I now know that I need to truly fight for the person inside me, and not just the figure I am on the outside. I know that because Harry taught me it.
"I'm not going to fucking leave you," He said quickly, and I could tell he realized how much this was as affecting me. "I'm not trying to control you. My intentions were so far from that, I'm just scared for you."
The word scared immediately sent a chill down my spine. It's like a sacred word that shouldn't be touched, especially by him. It feels wrong that he's like that because of me.
"You shouldn't be scared for me." I said, my tone softer but honest. I hated the word, I don't know why it even exists let alone feels.
"But I am, Indiana," Harry's voice was stern but it was almost as if there was a hint of hurt behind it. Did I hurt him? "You are the first person who has ever truly understood me. I'm scared that somethings going to happen to you, I don't want to lose you."
"I-'' I started to squeak out, but Harry's voice quickly cut me off. He was talking more than I think I have ever heard him, and it was all coming from the true him.
"Every night I stay up just nailing myself in the head wondering why. Why is this happening to us?" He took a step closer to me, and I hadn't even realized I had backed away from the desk. "I find something good for me for once, but it can't just be okay. It eats me up, and I just want to be able to protect you and have everything be normal."
His voice was hoarse, cracking at some points when he got nervous but it was so strong. He was truly standing up for himself and fighting for what he cares about. I'm proud of how he is talking to me right now, he's speaking how he feels.
"Harry," I said quietly, with a chuckle under my breath. "We aren't normal. I know you are about me, and it truly means a lot, but I don't need you to watch over my every move. You can't get mad at me for making my own decisions."
I knew it was a bad decision from the beginning to do this, but things were going fine until he decided to show. Speaking of that, what even is he doing here?
"I'm not mad at you, I just got overwhelmed and uncomfortable by you being here." He sighed, and I crossed my arms over my chest. "It's too dangerous."
"My whole job is dangerous, Harry." I pursed my lips, looking into his eyes. "I made the decision to do this so I could figure things out. What are you even doing here?"
I watched his face for his reaction, and it was exactly what I expected.
"I-" He stuttered, and I just shook my head. "I was going to look for stuff..."
That's what I thought, Harry. You are doing the exact same thing as me right now.
"Hypocritical," I laughed, feeling annoyed that he was so mad over it. "It's okay for you to come and do it, but not me?"
I didn't mean to be harsh, but I was actually upset about this. I know what I did wasn't the brightest idea, but he can't storm in here and flip on me when he was doing the exact same thing. Even though I assumed he was doing this, it still makes me mad that he's angry at me over it.
This is the kind of thing that really bothers me. He is one hundred percent allowed to be upset and worried that I was here, but he can't take it out on me. I am allowed to do what I want to do.
"You don't understand it," He pleaded, and I just gave him a harsh stare. "You don't know what he's capable of. I don't want you to be up here by yourself."
I was the one that decided to take this risk and show up here. It was my choice to put myself in the chance of danger. I didn't mean to scare him or worry him, I was just trying to make things better for us.
Desmond's strong, I'm well aware of that. I know he could do a lot of damage to me, but I'm fine with that. If I can help protect the people I care about then whatever happens to me doesn't matter.
"I know he's bad, Harry," I groaned, feeling frustrated like he wasn't listening to me at all. "But you have to understand I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions. This is my job, and I appreciate you wanting to protect me but I don't need it."
I don't need it, do I?
Maybe physically I don't need it, but do I mentally need the protection from someone else? Is that why I'm so upset about this? I don't want to admit to myself or him that I'm grateful for having someone else care about me.
I still don't know how to allow myself to just accept it. Accept the fact someone is here for me. I know Harry is here but I can't let it just surround me, I have to fight it off. Push away the good from me.
"I know you can make your own decisions," Harry spoke with a soft voice, his eyes filled with warmth. "But I have to do anything I can to protect you. I have to."
No you don't, Harry. You need to protect yourself, I'm not worth the hell of tearing yourself down. You need to be there for yourself.
"Why?" I asked, quickly and with no emotion behind my voice. "Tell me why, Harry. Why are you so hung up on needing to protect me?"
"Because I-" He started to yell at me, his voice so strong and filled with so many different things. It was loud, but it suddenly just cutoff.
I was confused and started to tilt my head so I could look at him, but was stopped when I heard the door click. Before I could realize what was happening, Harry was body slamming me to the ground on the side of the bed.
Holy shit.
The silver door of the hotel room swung open right as we crashed to the ground and I had to control the grunt I let out when I hit the ground with a thud. My heart was beating out of my chest and my head was spinning as Harry's weight crushed me.
"No, no, no-" The voice piped through the room, and my life flashed before my eyes. "This is your fucking fault, and now I have to deal with it."
We are so fucking screwed.
What time is it? Jesus Christ, I didn't think we were arguing for that long. Apparently it was enough time for Desmond Styles to come back to his hotel room and nearly catch us screaming at each other.
How did he not hear us, that's my question. This hotel must have some pretty thick walls, that's for sure.
My eyes frantically darted around the room, trying to grasp any concept of how to save our asses at this moment. Harry caught my attention when he pressed his pointer finger across my lips, signaling me to be quiet.
I mean damn, Harry, I was planning on just screaming at the top of my lungs. I wanted to show you how strong my lungs are. They're a pretty good fucking pair.
Currently plotting my suicide mission in my head right now because there is no way I'm going to get out of this in one piece. This is a fucking disaster and a half.
"Just shut it," Desmond spoke again after a few seconds, and I snapped back to reality. "I don't have time for this. I have a meeting with the band in a little bit."
What kind of meeting are we talking about here?
I focused my attention on Harry's face, taking in his features trying to calm myself. I could tell he was panicking inside, it was written all over his pretty little face. His weight on top of me wasn't helping the anxiety that was raging through my body.
"No, they have no idea." His father's voice was a bit quieter and I could hear him stepping around the room. "They are easy to manipulate."
I watched Harry's reaction, but it was something I couldn't understand. I was confused myself, so I can't imagine how he must feel right now. What does he mean by they have no idea?
He's way more into this than I thought he was. No wonder why Hugo wants me to get rid of him, this man is in some deep shit.
Is he hiding a job from them or something? If I'm this confused over his simple words, then I can't imagine how Harry must feel. He looks lost, maybe even hurt?
He looked lost in what he was listening to, stuck in his own head. I hated that he was now going to be all wound up over this. It was going to do some damage to his brain, I knew this would not help our stress levels at all.
We need a break.
"Look, I gotta go," I heard Desmond's voice and the click of his shoes getting closer to us, and I squeezed my eyes shut hoping things would be okay. "I'll update you after the meeting. I know I'll get stuff out of them over it."
I could barely hear his words at the end because my pulse was so fucking loud. He can't walk anymore or he will for sure see us. I really need to get out of this okay, this is too much.
I peeled my eyes open slowly so I could peak at Harry, but a frown took over my face when I saw him. His head was drooping down towards my chest and he was shaking his head slightly.
"These boys are stupid," I heard Desmond chuckle to himself, and I couldn't stop myself from making a face.
He took another step towards us before I heard something toss onto the bed. It was silent for what felt like forever and I couldn't dare myself to look at him. I can't even risk making the slightest movement.
After what felt like hours of Harry crushing me, I could hear Desmond start to walk away. I don't know where he was going but I suddenly heard a door click shut. I let out a breath before quickly connecting that this was our chance.
"Move," I whisper shouted at Harry, hitting his chest so he would roll off of me. "He's in the bathroom get the fuck up."
My head was just barely above the bed now, and he was nowhere to be found. The bathroom door was now shut, and I knew it was open when I came in here. We needed to move now, and we needed to be fucking fast.
I said a silent prayer before I quickly stood up. Harry was quick to get up behind me, and we made a run for it. Well, we couldn't run but we tiptoe walked as fast as we could.
I was so dizzy from the rush in my head that I could barely see what was happening. I thought we had finally gotten out in one piece when we reached the cold tiles of the entrance area, but was quickly shot down when I heard something that nearly killed me.
Something fell on the flood, very fucking loudly.
I nearly jumped at the sound, and I don't know if it was truly that loud or if it was just my head playing with me. My hand was on the door handle, and we were so close.
Harry's breathing instantly hitched, and I didn't dare to turn around. I could hear the toilet in the bathroom flush quickly, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.
I hesitantly turned around to see what the noise was. It was a gun, a fucking gun. But not just anybody's gun, Harry's had fallen out of his waistband and was now laying on the tile floor between us. His eyes were wide and full of panic and he stared at me.
"Fucking get it," I snapped, flailing my arm at the gun. "Quick!"
I watched as he sprinted for the gun, and I opened the door as fast as I could. I didn't really care how loud we were at this point, we need to get the fuck out.
Harry nearly slipped on the floor as he ran towards it, and I could hear the bathroom door start to open. I shoved Harry through the door before getting through as fast as I could. The second the door shut I just stood there frozen.
"What are you doing?" Harry panicked quickly and his eyes darted to where my hand was still on the door. "We need to fucking run!"
I was surprised when my body actually let me move. I didn't waste anymore time, I left as fast as I fucking could. I was sprinting, bolting in that matter.
My speed was so fast, that the air around me was literally blowing through my hair. Harry's feet were thumping behind me as we ran through the maze like building trying to find the elevators. My breathing was fast and my heart was pounding against my chest.
I swear running through hotel hallways gives you supersonic speed.
We slammed into the wall by the elevator, Harry frantically pushing the button. I didn't dare to look back and see if anyone was coming. His fist was slamming against the elevator doors in hopes to make it come faster.
So much for being on one of the top floors, very helpful now.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned as he continued to push the elevator button, I swear he was about to push the whole button through the wall.
The second the doors slid open, we didn't even let them fully open before we were already squishing our way through them. Thank god no one else was on them or else we would look like lunatics. Especially when we were pounding the close button like we were about to die.
"Holy shit," I laughed when the doors shut, gasping for air. "That was insane."
My body felt like it was on some sort of whack ass cloud nine. The whole thing was tingling and pumping with adrenaline as I nearly crumbled to the ground.
I don't think I can say I've done something like that before. I've never come that close to fucking up like that. It's really funny to think about actually.
It was quite entertaining. Part of me hated that I enjoyed this so much. The feeling of being on the edge right there, with that thin line of nearly ruining everything. What can I say though, I can always work my way out of everything.
"What?" Harry asked, and I lifted my head so I could look at him. "Why do you have an evil smirk on your face?"
I probably looked like a maniac, but I couldn't control it. I was on such a high from this, it was like nothing could touch me. It was a powerful feeling in the moments like these, I loved them.
I cocked my head so I could watch Harry, a bright smile on my face. My chest heaving up and down as I grasped at what just happened.
"Because we almost got caught."