-Harry's POV-

"We have a problem." The words rang through my head like noises during my many hangovers. I stood up from the piano bench my body becoming tense. I saw Miranda look up at me in the corner of my eye.

"What is it?"

"He knows you're here. He called the police."

"Shit" I cursed under my breath. How in the fuck did he know I was here. I hadn't told him where I lived when I was in prison. I looked down at Miranda and she looked awfully confused.

I had gotten her into the mess and I won't ever be able to forgive myself. I had to get her out of here, not now but with in the next few days or else they might get a bit suspicious. I ran into my room and grabbed a black bag under my bed grabbing a bunch of clothes and shoving it in along with cash, and some other things. Zayn came in after me "Get her out of here now. Take her to your place. I'll be there soon." He nodded and left the room.

I turned on the T.V. to see if there was anything on my case but they were talking about a Youtube video that had gone viral with in a 24 hour period. "Harry!" I could hear Miranda yell out my name, I said nothing but only went to the balcony to see Miranda over Zayn's shoulder. I could see she was refusing to go.

"Go with him, I'll be there soon." I told her, she stopped yelling and nodded trusting me. How could anyone trust someone like me, I was only likely to let them down. Not Miranda though I was going to be there tonight whether it kills me or not. Zayn shut the door behind him and then it was only me again.

I walked back in the room and noticed all the holes I had put in the room, thirteen. One for every night I had been here, woken up from the nightmare and punched the wall. Yet we had been here two weeks and a day. There are two days missing, and the only time I can't remember not waking up is when Miranda had slept with me in my bed.

I finished packing up my shit. I shut off all the lights upstairs and made my way down stairs. I first shut the bathroom light off that Miranda must'v left on. I locked the front door since I was going to go out through the basement. Last room was the room Miranda had stayed in, also known as Gemma's room.

The man brought the gun over to her head, laughter and only laughter is the only sound in the room. With that, two gone and only me. The sirens waled outside the house. The man dropped the gun and dashed away out the back.

Shivers ran through my back, as I was about to shut off the lights, when I noticed Miranda's sketch book was on her bed. She would probably want that. I went over to it and grabbed it, I was about to pop open the cover to see what she had been drawing but I could hear the sirens in the far distance. It was time to go.

I dashed out of the room and ran into the basement locking the door behind me. I heard the sirens coming even closer with every second I was wasting. By the time I had gotten to the basement door that led outside the sirens had stop and I could hear the police asking me to come outside with my hands up in the air. I walked out slowly, there was no way they could see me back here. I slung the black bag around my shoulder and jumped over the fence in my back yard heading over to my neighbors house where my getaway car was awaiting me.

I opened the car and threw the bag in the back. I saw the police entering the house using some sort of a ram used by the police squad. I smiled and tighten my grip around the steering wheel. I waited for everyone to enter the house before I got my phone out and went on to an app Zayn had downloaded on my phone for this exact moment. It was to lock all the doors in and out until the police got there, with a touch of a finger. They were trapped inside my own house.

I waved goodbye as I passed my house, even though they thought it wasn't me.

Next stop, Zayn's.

-Miranda's POV-
*Few minutes before*

"What the hell is happening?" I asked Zayn as he pushed me into the passenger seat of his car, buckling for me. He didn't answer but only joined me on the drivers side a few seconds later. This reminded me the night that Harry had taken me here, not speaking a word but only forcing me into the car.

Harry, where was he going. He promised he would be with me tonight. I have no clue why I was becoming so attached to him but if he wasn't there tonight I do not know what I'm going to do. "What's going on?" I asked again, he looked over at me and then turned on the radio blocking me out totally ignoring my question.

I turned down the music forcefully, until the volume was completely dead. "What is going on?" I asked.

"Harry will tell you when he's ready." and still no answer. I turned the music back on;

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything"
Where were you when everything was falling apart?
All my days were spent by the telephone it never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me
But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna be
No way to know how long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surround me, surround me
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me!
The early morning, the city breaks
And I've been calling for years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want!
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
Why'd you have to wait to find me, to find me?


*Later*

We rolled into a driveway that I had assumed was Zayn's house. I unbuckled myself as Zayn shut the car off. I looked at the front door to see Emily running out to my side of the car. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?" She asked me helping me out.

"Yeah never better," I lied She smiled and then pulled me into a hug.

"Nice to see you again."

"You too." I smiled back.

She helped inside and showed me every single room, and lastly her room. "This is mine and Zayn's room." She opened the door to only see a shirtless Zayn, I looked up and down his body but couldn't help but notice he had many tattoos on his chest as well as the other parts of him.

"Where the magic happens." he winked at Emily. Her cheeks flushed to a color that was a light pink. She told him to shut up and one thing lead to another and next I know one was on the other and I shut the door going into the living room.

I looked around the mantel to see pictures of Perrie and Zayn. I smiled holding up a frame what seems to be them at some sort of New Years party. They were definatly couple of the year. I sat on the couch wondering where Harry was and what he was doing. I was scared for him, I had only gotten to know him more then any other person in the world and I was emotionally attached to that son of a bitch.

I grabbed a throw pillow and held it in between my chest and arms. I found myself thinking about Harry, the way he flips his hair to the side to get it out of his eyes. When his hands clench when he mad. His muscles when he beats the shit out of his punching bag. Everything there is to know about him.

"Honey I'm home!" Harry yelled as he entered the house. I looked over at the door and smiled running up and hugging him tightly. His hands wrapped around my body holding me even tighter to him.

"How are you?" I asked

"Alright."

"What happened?"

"No questions right now, the only thing that matters is your safe." I smiled and hit his chest with my free arm.

"You're so corny."

"Maybe it is, but it is true." I let go of him but he wouldn't let go of me, at least no just yet. There was just a moment of silence as his chin rested on the top of my head. "Where's Zayn?" He asked once he had let go of me.

"Fucking in the bedroom." I laughed, he smiled and looked up and down my body.

"Not a bad idea." He winked. As I walked over to the couch I grabbed the throw pillow I had been using and threw it at him. Hitting him directly in the chest.

"But seriously, what's going on?" He brought his pointer finger to his mouth telling me to be quiet, which I did.

Why will no one ever answer me?

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