I expect Alec to walk over here and wreak havoc among our small group, but instead he turns his scarred face away from me and walks straight over to where Mr. Crystal is sitting with his wife. Aaron follows him, breaking my gaze as well.
Violet stands abruptly. She nods to us before walking to Alec and Aaron, her black heels clicking on the marble.
Harry's hand rests on my thigh, his fingers nervously digging into my flesh. He takes out his phone.
"I need to check in with Iiam, Louis and Niall," He explains quietly as his thumbs fly across the screen of the phone. "They should be at Ivory by now."
Lana has ventured away from our table, shouting something to Jesy across the ballroom. Gemma runs a hand through her hair.
I spot Ed across the room with Zayn and lift my hand in a wave. They both wave back, sending me nervous smiles.
"We need to put the plan into action," Harry says, looking into my eyes after he pockets his phone.
My nerves multiply by one thousand. This is ashore it could all go wrong.
I swallow hard. "I don't know if I can do this, Harry,
"Yes, you can, you can do it. I believe in you, remember?"
My mind flashes back to when I was going to meet Jason in New York. I had sat at that coffee shop nervous as hell, when my phone had rung with Harry's number flashing from it.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you...do you believe in me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm about to do something...something big. Do you believe I can do it?"
"Of course you can do it."
I nod slowly and Harry kisses my lips softly.
Before I can say anything else, a tapping sound echoes through the hall and everyone turns to look toward the band.
Alec stands in front of the microphone, his hands held behind his back.
"Evening, ladies and gentlemen," He says. "My name is Alec Wolfe, and I would like to thank you for joining me tonight in honor of Mr. Robert Crystal."
A round of applause sounds as Crystal stands and waves to everyone, a humble smile on his face.
A nagging feeling of surveillance causes me to turn around to lock eyes with Marion.
Marion, the woman who called me to tell me I had gotten the job; the woman who answers the phone at Crystal every day, is the insider. She listened in and reported to Wolfe, going completely under everyone's radars, including my own. I had never suspected her for a second-I mean, she is the receptionist, after all.
I turn away from her.
"I would like to propose a toast," Alec says, lifting his glass of wine to the air. "To Crystal Publishing, and-"
"How much money you managed to con from them," Harry says, standing from his seat and lifting his own glass.
The room falls silent.
I watch the smirk on Harry's face in awe.
He sets his glass down on the table slowly.
"Over the past five years, Mr. Wolfe here has illegally extracted over three million dollars from crystal publishing behind Robert Crystal's back," Harry says easily and the room fills with gasps.
"Actually, the number is three point four million."
Violet stands from her seat, smoothing out her red dress. "Three point four million dollars," She confirms and more gasps fill the air. "From Crystal Publishing alone."
Alec looks as if he's going to burst into flames.
"Along with that," Zayn's voice continues as he stands from his seat next to Perrie. "He has threatened his associates severely, should they try to leave his company."
"This is all a lie," Aaron says from next to his uncle. "They're lying."
"No, they're not."
Adrenaline rushes through me as I stand beside Harry.
"They're not lying, they're telling the absolute truth. And you have no room to deny anything they are saying."
Aaron scowls at me, but backs down.
Finally, Mr. Crystal rises from his seat.
"Miss Knight is correct."
"Miss Knight doesn't know what she's talking about, what she says is untrue," Alec snaps.
"Call the police," Harry says in my ear.
I carefully remove my phone from my purse, slowly pulling up the keypad.
"Mr. Wolfe, your affairs concerning Crystal Publishing are through I would like my money back if you don't mind."
"There is no money I have taken, Crystal," Alec sneers.
"I have proof," Violet says. She removes something from her purse and holds it up.
"A receipt," She says. "From when you made me deposit the income made from Crystal Publishing to your bank account."
Everyone gasps.
"You lose Wolfe," Harry snaps from next to me. "There's no use in fighting."
The room is still silent as Alec gestures to someone off to his side.
A tall, burly man walks up next to him.
"Thomas, do me a favor and escort Mr. Styles, Miss Knight, Mr. Malik, and Miss Watergate from the premises..."
I am about to click dial on my phone for the police when the device is knocked from my hand, shattering on the floor.
I turn and face a man not much taller than Harry. His eyes gleam evilly.
"You're to come with me," He growls, reaching for my arm.
I barely have time to comprehend what's happening when next I know the man is on the ground, blood smearing his face.
Gemma dusts herself off, grabbing her things as chaos ensues in the room. "Let's get out of here before more grown men have to be embarrassed."
Harry and I gawk at her, but not for long as more of Alec's men fight through the crowds toward us.
I grab my cracked phone from the ground as the noise level increases rapidly in the hall.
I turn my face momentarily as Harry, Gemma and I move toward the door to see Alec still on the stage, reaching into his jacket.
He catches my eye almost knowingly and his lips twist into a sinister smile.
My dreams flash through my mind and I reach for Harry.
He tugs me through the crowd until we're outside in the parking lot.
The image of the silver pistol blares before my eyes but I know we haven't much time to fulfill the rest of the plan.
Zayn, Ed, and Violet stand outside waiting for us. We all duck behind a car to avoid being seen and speak in hush whispers.
"Nice hit, Gemma," Harry says to his sister.
She nods. "I told you I can kick ass."
"We need to move fast," I say, my heart beating rapidly.
"Ed and I are heading to Ivory," Zayn says.
"There's backup there and Niall, Louis, and Liam may need some assistance."
"Rose and I have to go to the apartments," Harry says, his fingers raking through his hair nervously. "That's where Alec won't suspect, most likely. He probably thinks we're going with you to infiltrate Ivory."
"Yeah, and you're the two Alec wants most," Ed says.
"I'll go to Ivory as well," Violet says.
"I can too," Gemma seconds. "If they need help with backup."
Everyone nods. "Alright, let's get going, then," Harry says and we quickly part ways.
We get into the car and Harry jams the key into the ignition, backing out quickly.
"We'll need to take a detour home, just in case," He says to me.
I nod, too anxious to speak.
The air is filled with angst as Harry twists and turns through the alleys and backstreets of Portland.
The first part of the plan is finished-expose Alec in front of a crowd. Now, all we have to do is wait for the rest to finish up at Ivory and Alec and his nephew to be thrown in jail, and this hell with be through.
"He'll suspect my place, so we should go to yours," Harry says as we drive along.
''Alright."
"It's going to be okay, Rose."
"I'm so afraid."
My voice cracks and I turn to look out the window.
His hand moves to mine, squeezing tightly, and somehow the gesture says everything he doesn't verbalize.
He pulls into the lot of our apartments, the car halting as he turns it off.
We sit for a few moments, the air heavy.
I shut my eyes and think of all the things Harry and I have done together. How he changed me so greatly, from someone who had barely kissed anyone to begin with, to someone who gave herself completely. How he took me to the zoo, and to the roof, and all these other random places that shouldn't matter but somehow, they do.
I think of how Harry and I used to fight, spitting insults at each other. How I periodically wished I had never met him. How I told him I was in love with Aaron, when really, I was in love with Harry from the first time he drove me home.
"We should get moving," Harry says, breaking the silence.
We take the elevator up, our hands still locked. It seems to move up at a horribly slow pace and finally dings at our floor.
I unlock my door and we enter the apartment, Harry locking the door behind us.
I remove my jacket and Harry removes his, running a hand through his hair.
"Do any of your rooms lock from the inside?"
I think about this ''None except the coat closet."
"Coat closet it is."
"How long?"
He doesn't ask me to specify my question.
"Until I get the message from Zayn that tells me Ivory is disarmed."
"Do you think they'll come here?" I ask.
"Once they see we're not at Ivory. they'll put two and two together."
"Won't the others stop them?"
"I don't know. There's always the chance they'll see through us."
Harry takes my hand and we step into the small coat closet, twisting the lock shut behind us.
present time
The proximity of our bodies are so close, I can feel his breath fanning out onto my face. The temperature is rising rapidly in the small space, with fear and anxiety. I rest my head back against the wall, knowing any moment my apartment will be ransacked and shifted through for any sign of us two. They'll tear through every room until they find this one, the only one that locks from the inside. And they won't hesitate to break it down.
I feel his eyes on me, they burn into my skin like lasers. Even in the darkness of the small closet we're crammed into, I see the electrifying green of his gaze.
"Are you afraid?"
His low voice rings through the silence. I lean my head over to look at him, eyes locking with his. I think of all the different times he's asked me that same question.
"Are you?" I counter.
He looks away, taking a breath.
My throat is dry and my skin is damp with nervous sweat. I know that my makeup is smudged around my eyes and my chestnut hair is unruly, falling down past my shoulders. My heart pounds loudly in my chest.
"Rose."
I snap my eyes up to meet his again.
"I want you to promise me something." His voice is low and raspy, laced with despair.
I nod slowly.
"If something happens here...l need to know that..." He takes a breath, running a hand through his hair. "I want you to run away, okay?" He looks back at me.
I furrow my brow. "What do you mean?"
"I want you to go back to New York, I want you to forget me." There's nothing in his eyes but pain.
I shake my head. "I...l can't..."
"You have to do it, Rose, do you understand? If one of us is going to make it, I want it to be you." He said harshly, a vein throbbing on his neck.
My heart rate quickens. "No," I say. "I won't promise that."
"You need to," He says, shaking his head. "You need to leave here and never come back. Don't come looking for me, either-"
"I won't do that!" I cut him off. He shuts his mouth, jaw tense. I take a breath. "If something happens here, it's either both of us or none of us."
He stares at me, hard; searching my eyes desperately. A muscle throbs in his jaw and his breathing is uneven. His neck glistens with sweat.
He finally breaks my gaze, looking down. It terrifies me to think that he won't make it through; that they'll let me go and not him.
"Not everything turns out the way you want it to," He says after a few minutes of silence. "Not everything turns out perfect-"
"We can't think that way." I say. "It'll tear us apart."
"If that doesn't, there are thousand other things that will."
This how it's always been; I the optimist and he, the pessimist.
"What happens if you make it and l don't?" I dare to question.
His eyes snap up to me. "Then I'd die wishing it was me instead of you."
My heart is in my throat. Warm tears prick at my eyes and l wipe them quickly.
"Stop talking like that!" I snap. "Stop it."
He looks at me taken aback by my harsh tone, but he doesn't say anything.
"All I'm saying," He begins again. "Is-"
"I know exactly what you're saying, and I want you to stop saying it!" My voice sounds high-pitched, verging on hysterical.
He reaches out and takes my hand in his, the rough skin of his palm touching the soft skin of mine. He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand soothingly. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.
"Just promise me," He whispers. "Promise me you'll stay hidden."
I don't answer.
"Please, Rose." He begs. "I need to know."
I swallow and nod. If this is what you need to hear, then I'll agree to it.
"Say it," He pleads.
"I'll stay hidden." I whisper.
Just when he steps forward to pull me into an embrace, a fierce pounding sounds and the door next to us is ripped off its hinges.