"You and I, we don't wanna be like them, we can make it til the end... nothing can come between You and I..."
- One Direction, You and I
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Alex's POV
I was happy, smiling with the sun in my face. My legs were running faster than I ever thought I could. Maybe I should've joined track... The wind was blowing in my face, my hair flying behind me.
"Alex, sweetheart," my dad cheered. "You're almost to me!"
I grinned ear to ear and darted faster, his face growing clearer. "Dad!"
"C'mon Alex," my mom, who was next to him, exclaimed. "You're so close! When you come, you get... Ice cream!"
I screamed of joy, but as I grew closer, the sky darkened and the clouds rolled in faster by the second. What is going on? I thought to myself.
My feet ached as I slowed in my tracks. That's weird, I thought. My parents stood taller, but their faces... were twisting in a hypnotic spiral that was so creepy like.
"Mom? Dad?" I screamed. I started running against, only to be slowed by forceful winds as hands pulling me back. "No! Don't go, please!"
"Sorry, sweetheart," my dad whispered as a lightning bolt struck them both in a fiery flame.
"No!"
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"Alex?" Harry was hovering in front of me when my eyes snapped open. Another nightmare? This time it was more vivid and realistic. His body was over mine. We were still in the car. The sky was completely dark outside, which meant it was super late.
"Harry," I whispered, feeling drops of water dripping on my arm. Turned out, it was just my tears. "I'm so scared. I am so fricking scared! My parents are dead!"
"It wasn't your fault," he said softly, but I saw his mouth hesitate slightly.
"You're keeping something from me, aren't you?" I whispered, tracing the freckles on my arm.
"No I'm not," he said with more confidence. "You can trust me."
I have heard those four words so many times. As many times as the damned three words. Lies. I couldn't trust anyone... yet I was somewhere far and in a car with a complete stranger. Was I out of my mind?
"Harry," I said.
"What?"
"Why the hell are you on top of me?"
His eyes lightened as far as I could tell from the faraway city lights. "It was uncomfortable to watch you struggle. Thought you needed a hug."
"Really? You weren't planning on doing things to me?"
Harry laughed lightly. "Whoa, you caught me there, Alex."
I laughed with him, and soon we both were out of breath.
"Where are we, Harry?" I said after a couple seconds of fixing our positions, meaning Harry moving away from me.
"Um, somewhere in Nevada, I think," he replied scratching his head, his hands furrowed in to his brown, thick curls. I had the urge of wanting to feel his hair, but that would be weird, so I controlled myself.
"Nevada? How many hours did you drive?"
"Erm, maybe six or so," he said. The car was off with the sunroof above our heads half opened. The soft breeze helped circulate the rather awkward tension.
"Wow, we're so far from home..." I started but then remembered something important. "Damn it! I forgot my bags in my aunt's-"
"Stole it from the trunk," he smirked. "Also got your purse."
Harry threw my bag at my lap and gestured to the back of his car.
"You sly ninja," I said playfully slapping his arm.
He laughed and brushed my arm slightly... but even a touch like that made me feel light headed and have butterflies in my stomach.
"You stubborn monkey," he shot back.
"You stinky skunk."
"You dumb squirrel."
"You-"
Before I could finish my ever so offending come back, Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me in to a tight hug then released me after a few minutes. I almost whimpered when he left me. It was so warm and made me feel as if I belonged in between his arms and hard, comforting body. It was almost as good as the pity hug from a few days ago.
"I feel so bad," he said scratching his head again.
"For what?" I asked. It came out soft and scared as if I knew, but I didn't expect his answer.
"For hurting and scaring you," Harry said sincerely. "Like I said before, we got off on the wrong start. I was a bit high and pissed when we first met at Beans and Teas. I totally regret my actions. Then me slapping you? I kicked myself so fucking hard. Damn it, Alex."
I started crying again, but it was inaudible, so he probably didn't notice. Good.
"I forgive you," I said honestly. Maybe I should. "It's okay."
"Can you put your trust in me? Please?" It sounded as if he was pleading me.
"Sure." I tried to make it sound believe able. No, of course, I didn't trust him yet. We just met a couple weeks ago.
"Good," he said poking my side. That was my weakness, so I snorted before bursting in to a fit of laughs. Soon, he joined in with me. After calming down, he said grabbing my hand, "You snorted!"
I giggled and nodded.
Harry choked to a stop after laughing so hard. He cleared his throat and smirked, jokingly, "Since you trust me now, that's one less thing to worry about. Now, it's your turn to drive. I need my sleep."
"But my leg-"
"Use one, you lazy ass."
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Phoebe's POV
I watched my niece die in my arms. I didn't care for the blood smearing everywhere.
My mind was beyond pissed at Paul. I needed my revenge. You will pay for your shit with torture and long payments.
I couldn't do it alone of course. I needed an ally. Someone who hated Paul as much as I did.
Then I got the exact name I was looking for: Harry Styles.
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Harry's POV
Alex agreed to the exchange we'd have. She would drive us to Las Vegas while I slept in the passenger seat since I did most of the work. It was midnight, but even so, the highways were full of speeding expensive cars.
She drove surprisingly well. It ran smoothly, so I reclined the chair and closed my eyes.
After an hour of a dreamless nap, I felt a vibrating sound next to me. It was coming from Alex's purse.
Her attention was focused on the road, so I stealthily sneaked the phone and turned it on.
She had fifteen missed calls and over one hundred unread texts, half of them from Gretchen.
"Where are you?" "Read this immediately, Alex!" "Alex are you there?" "I know you have your phone baby girl. Your purse isn't in my car any more." "What hospital are you in love?"
And so on and so on.
A third of the rest was from... Liam.
"Hey Alex. Are you ready for the date?" My hands tightened around the device. She dated Liam Payne? Was she crazy? "Hey Alex. I didn't see you in school today. What's up?" "Alex." "We need to talk." "Alex, respond to me now?" "Please Alex." "Hello?"
Vice versa. He was so goddamn needy. I still was shocked that she went out with that guy. She shouldn't be around any one in The Infamous... oh... wait.
I then checked on the remaining texts, which were all from two different unknown numbers. One was, I discovered, from a police, and the one most recent text that I heard its vibration from was from a familiar but undetectable number.
"Alex. I know you don't know who I am, but... never mind, I don't think you should know. I am a woman in her middle age. I just want to say... I know you're with Styles. I know you know where the money Paul wants is. I am not asking for it this time. I am done working with that son of a bitch. I just want revenge on that man. I know how Styles is like, so he is most likely reading this over your shoulder, but it's okay. I know you left town to get to somewhere safer, but remember that Paul works with international black market leaders as well as dangerous men. I care, I really do. My threats were empty. I need this revenge though, and I can't do this alone. I know I can count on you, Styles. You can trust me again. I will be loyal this time. -p "
Panicking, I deleted the text.
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