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Chapter 12:


We rolled up to a small diner on the other side of town. It's neon sign glowed in the reflection of the skyscrapers surrounding it. It gave me a warm feeling, like a cuddly hug in cold and independent world. And to my surprise, I saw many business workers inside, clearly not caring about the big, rich, persona they had going. I hadn't even stepped foot in this little diner and I already love it.

"Paris." Harry snapped my out of my thoughts and took my hand, dragging me from the car and to the restaurant.

A little bell chimed above our heads when we walked in. Heads turned to look at the two of us. We stuck out like sore thumbs. The two kids dressed in a sweatshirt and a t-shirt while everyone was in suits and ties. Not to mention the amount of tattoos and piercings on display.

"Oh Harry!" A little old women greeted us, gathering more attention. "It's so nice to see you, where have you been?" She smelled of sweet berries when she hugged as both and rocked back and forth. "And who is this pretty girl?" She put her arm around me and waited for Harry's response.

"Oh, she's just a friend of mine." He kept his words to a minimal.

"Paris." I added.

"What a lovely name! Finally Harry has brought one of his friends, and to find that you don't have any visible tattoos, you must be special." The lady winked and grabbed two menus. "I'll be over to take your orders in a few minutes, go on and sit down." She motioned to an empty booth in the front window.

"Well she was nice." I started the conversation.

"She was annoying." Harry scoffed.

"She was just trying to be friendly, clearly you know the lady." He just shrugged, dismissing the explanation I wanted.

"Alright, what can I get you two kiddos?" The lady, whose name tag read Gloria, returned.

"Um, I'll take the panca—"

"Paris will take the special and I'll have the usual. And two hot chocolates, with peppermint whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles." Harry cut in and excused Gloria.

"I'm capability of ordering for myself you know." I gave him a look.

"Yeah, but if I let you do that you'd be throwing up in the back alleyway in about five minutes."

"Never mind then, thank you." I don't know how I feel about eating the rest of their food now.

Harry didn't say anything, he just shrugged and stared at something outside the window. Obviously something's got ahold of his mind and it's creating a big silence and distance between us.

A different waitress stopped by a minute later to give us our food and drinks. "Mmm... This is so good!" I beamed after I took a sip of my hot chocolate, trying to start up a little conversation.

Harry chuckled, "You've got a little something." He motioned to his nose be for Harry licked his thumb and leaned over the table, wiping off some peppermint whipped cream I had on my nose.

I could tell my cheeks grew rosy red. "Thank you." I sheepishly hid my face in my hands.

Harry just grinned, "Don't be shy, it was cute." Harry leaned over and pealed my hands away.

We just sat there and laughed for a few minutes before our stomachs got to us. They were no match for the mouthwatering smell of the food sitting in front of us. Moments later our mouths were filled and the only sound coming from the both if us were the sounds of swallowing and small praises the chef.

"There are so many eyes on us." I peered around as Harry and I finished our meals and sipped our cocoa.

"Fuck them." Harry said a little too loud.

"Shhh... Harry! They can here you!" I scolded him.

"I don't care, fuck them. And fuck their jobs too." There was a hint of a smile in his words.

I laughed at his intensity towards the onlookers. It's interesting how easily disturbed Harry gets. Like one minute your giggling about whipped cream and then you're yelling about some business people in a little diner.

"Enjoy these kiddos." Gloria returned with anyone refill of hot chocolate.

Glancing down at mine, the barista shaped a heart with the whipped cream and sprinkles. "Ah, Gloria, we are seriously just friends." I tried to convince her, yet again.

"Nonsense, you're the second girl he's ever brought here that isn't drunk or covered in tattoos. He has some sort of plan for you. At least he did for the last girl, but then that didn't end well at all, terrible actually… Oh, look, I'm running my mouth again. Anyway, enjoy." Gloria smiled and left.

I gave Harry a dead glare. "Plan?"

"She doesn't know shit." Harry protested.

"I think she does, otherwise you wouldn't be getting angry."

"Drop it." Harry commanded through his gritted teeth.

"So a girl, who wasn't drunk and covered in tattoos, ended up in disaster. If you're here to use me or to fuck with friends, you better tell me now!" I raised my voice causing a few tables to glare.

"You don't know what your fucking talking about so drop it." Harry slammed his fists down on the table.
"Because I'm not covered in tattoos I'm going to get hurt because I'm weak?"

"What? Where the fuck are you getting this shit from?" Harry raised his voice so we were practically screaming.

I will admit I kind of jumped to conclusions but without any truth coming from Harry, what should I believe?

I ran out of the diner, no way I'm dealing with his shit. I just don't see how I can be so blind. Each time I hope it's going to be a fun time with Harry, and it always is for a short amount of time. It starts off like we are best friends having a good time, and next thing you know, we are at each other's throats.

"Paris wait!" Harry called after me as I stormed away.

The light drizzle that had fallen before had now turned into a heavy rain. Within minutes of walking along the city streets, I was soaked.

"Paris please stop." Harry shouted alongside me from his car. I just ignored him and continued. "Please put this on, I don't want you to get a head cold." He through a large black rain coat at me.

I caught it, and hesitated to put it on. There's no way I'm giving in to him until he confesses, but then again, I don't want to get sick. If I miss tons of school from the beginning I'm never gonna be able to get caught up. Finally I decided it would best if I did out it on.

So there I walked, slowly, step by step, out of the city and towards home. Harry drove by my side, window down, just listening and waiting for me to get tired and give in. The rain was soothing and relaxing, almost washing away all the stress, worries, and troubles I was facing, almost, that is.

It took about an hour and forty five minutes to round the corner onto our street. And in that time Harry never once sped ahead or trailed behind. Never did I once think about jumping into his car. It was a peaceful distance.

But as soon as I tried to open up the front door, all the stress came back. The doors were locked. "You have keys to every room, so could you please open up the door." My voice was stern.

"First you have to let me explain." Harry stood a little too close for my liking.

I crossed my arms and waited.

"You are the only girl I have brought there. A few of us used to go there late at night when we were drunk. The girl Gloria was talking about was Casper, we had just come home from a very important dinner with the rest of the gang. Casper had to cover her tattoos and was dressed fancy, but it wasn't a date." Harry was breathless and the end of his rant. "So please, believe me."

Again, this is he way it is, after yelling and cussing me out, he goes back to this innocent persona, and tries to make me guilty. Which of course, my big heart overrides my head, and I can't control myself, and next thing you know, it's like it never even happened.

"Remember the deal I made with Niall, I would help you guys and move in, if you were completely honest."

"Yes." His eyes were taking at me, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere, as if replaying the moment in a flashback.

"You better live up to that promise." I nodded and believed him.

Harry grinned and leaned in closer. Oh hell nah. I shoved Harry back, causing him to stumble back into a puddle. "Oh you're gonna get it now Paris."

"I don't think so Styles, you owe me!" I snapped my fingers.

"What did I do?" He whined.

"You broke the promise!"

"I did not! I was telling the truth!" Harry wrapped his legs around mine, causing me to stumble forward.

I put my hands out to catch myself, but couldn't stop the water from raining down on me. Dirty mud, and rain water coated my once white sweatshirt and shoes. "You're buying me new clothes!" I shouted and shoved Harry back into the pot hole puddle.

"Sure, I'll get you some clothes that we have in storage, what size panty are you?" Harry joked.

"You perve!" I splashed him, and slapped him.

"Ouch!"

"Suck it up. You're a gang leader." I knocked him back before getting up.

"Wait, tell me, am I a good ballerina?" Harry spun around, mimicking a young dancer.

"You could use some work." I joined in.

We twirled around doing remakes of the tango, samba, waltz, and ballet. All in all, we were absolutely horrid. Probably the worst dancers on the planet.

"That was marvelous, Miss Paxton, just splendid." Harry smirked and brought me close.

"How did you know my last name?"

"I do my research." Harry twirled me out.

"Really?" I spun back into his arms.

"Really." Harry breathed.

I gave him a smirk, I knew there was something fishing about him snooping, but I decided to let him off the hook for now. He just smiled though, and leaned closer, until we were centimeters apart.

"Last one to your room loses." Harry pushed me back down into the puddle and raced to unlock the door.
I should be mad right now, but the fact that I got a gang leader to be playful, was just lifting my spirits.

The moment he opened the heavy front doors just a crack, I raced ahead, shoving him aside as I escaped the rain. I could feel his presence behind me as I turned to the elevator, hopefully it would be faster than the stairs. As each second ticked by I grew more and more impatient. As the door parted I dashed ahead before I felt a hard and heavy body collapse on top of me.

"Ahem." Lou stood in the doorframe of her room.

"Ow." Harry cringed after I elbowed him in the gut and started to get off of me.

"Sorry about that Lou." I apologized.

Lou's just looked me up and down, clearly she was skeptical about what was going on. "Is there something going on between you two?"

"Only a few hundred feet after that restraining order gets filed after being attacked and knocked to the ground." Harry looked like a kicked puppy and Lou looked like she was ready to burst into laughter. "I'm only kidding."

And there she goes. Lou laughed and laughed, "If I hear any noises from that room of yours… Harry, your dick is going to get cut off and chopped into tiny pieces and served to pigs. And Paris, I'll have another coming for you." Lou threatened.

"Ew, no... no, that's gross." I looked between Lou and Harry. "Yuck." I left the two and unlocked my room.

Pealing my wet clothes off, I stepped into my bathroom for a shower. Nothing feels better than a hot shower after a long day. I took a rather short shower due to my fear of drowning, I knew if I stayed in much longer I surly would have fallen asleep.

Sipping into my comfy black pj shorts and matching tank pajamas, I left my en suite to go to sleep. However, a huge ass wipe board blocked my way. Scribbled across it was a message from Harry.

I have something you desperately need, come and get it.

Damn him. Couldn't he have just left it on my bed? But no, it's Harry, so there has to be some sort if obstacle or hurdle to cross first.

"What'd you steal from me?" I barged into Harry's room without knocking.

"Shit Paris, knock next time." Harry stood shirtless at his desk.

"We'll see. So what do you have that's mine?" I plopped down onto his bed.

"Here." He handed me my phone.

"Thanks." I took it and unlocked it, noticing some changes.

"I had to instal a tracking device, you know, just incase."

"Incase of what? I walk out on you and you feeling like chasing after me?" I teased and laid back in his bed.

"I'd let you walk and get lost." Harry countered.

"Really? Cause you didn't do that tonight." I smirked and he frowned. "Damn your bed is comfortable!" I snuggled up in the blankets.

"Yeah I know, now get out of it." Harry yanked the covers back.

I sighed and got up. No way I'm fighting with him at this hour. So I bowed my head and tip toed my way out and towards the elevator. In my sleepy haze I accidentally pressed the button to the lobby. Stumbling out, it would probably be good to walk up the stairs, tire me out a little more so I will sleep peacefully.

A storm was really brewing outside. Heavy rain seemed to be pounding on the wooden and glass doors. Then a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the whole room. But a human figure like shadow appeared in the center of the room. And a load knocking noise.

And there someone was.

A body, banging on the door and jiggling the nob. Forehead pressed against the window, looking in. Probably some sort of robber or spy from a rival gang.

I hesitantly shuffled over to a counter, not wanting to be seen or heard. I reached under the cold metal and unclasped a silver pistol. Something inside of me told me to be strong and prove to the gang that I'm not the weakest link. But something else, in the way back of my brain told me to go run and tell Harry.

I dropped to the floor, gun in hand, and did the army crawl the the foot of the door. If I were to stand up I would be and eye level with the window in the door. Perfect. So I slowly rose to my feet and pounded back on the door. The face on the other side had a wicked smirk. And that's when I held the gun up to the glass. A flash of light from the sky outside made it very clear to the man that I in fact, had a gun.

The man slowly started to back up, and reached his left hand down into his pocket. Fuck. I've seen this in all the movies, he's gonna pull out a gun or some pointless peace treaty or something stupid like that.

But I did what I had to do, I shot. Shattering the glass and hitting him right in the hand, the hand inside of his pocket. The sound echoed throughout the building, but barley could be heard outside, it mixed in with the rhythmic sound of the beating rain. And before the man could do anything else, I reloaded and aimed at his head. Of course I would never want to pull the trigger, but it's all about intimidation. He doesn't know who I am, he has no idea what I'm capable of doing to him, and he sure as hell has no idea I'm tired and scared on the inside, while I'm as strong as a rock on the outside.

And that's when Harry stepped in, a loaded gun in his hand. "Put your hands up!" He barked at the guy and pointed his gun at him. The guy cooperated and lowered to the ground. "Lay down on your stomach with your hands above your head!" Harry commanded and took a step closer.

Harry pointed the butt of the gun at the guy's head and put a foot on his back. "Check the guy." Harry motioned to me.

I tucked my gun into my pajama shorts and knelt down. I slowly patted the guy and searched every pocket. In the end I found a blade, a gold compass, a ring of keys, a journal, and some old bullets.

"Par— uh, please go and get the handcuffs and white room ready." Harry was careful not to say my name.

I entered our building and grabbed the handcuffs from same hidden compartment as the gun. I quickly tossed them to Harry so he could lock the guy up. I shackled his legs and Harry, his arms. Helping him from the ground I brought the guy in. A gun in my right hand and the man in my left. Harry followed closely behind with his gun. We stopped and made a quick call to Louis, Zayn, and Niall, before bringing him down in the elevator, with a blindfold, to the interrogation room, aka The White Room.

As we reached the open doors I kicked the guy to his knees and shoved him inside a black room. Why was it called The White Room then? We waited on the other side of the one way glass, monitoring his speech patterns and other behaviors. Louis went in the talk to the guy, leaving Harry, Zayn, and Niall to man all the equipment.

"Paris, let's go." Liam appeared at our door. "I'll make you some tea and make sure you get to bed." Liam picked me up and carried me away.

I don't even remember ever drinking tea, just falling asleep in Liam's comfortable and muscular arms.


Songs for the chapter:

Same Mistakes
Through The Dark

Notes

New chapter! I really excited because I just finished writing chapter like 18 or something and next chapter something or someone is coming into the story! And literally today was suppose to be the last day of semester one, but it got called off for a snow day! Four day weekend bitches!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

xoxo
-E