Dust Bones [Harry Styles]

059

We will never be a normal couple. Liam flees moments later after telling us Fray will arrive at exactly fifteen minutes, no seconds in delay. I don't break a sweat, surprisingly. My focus is on the bags, hauling articles of clothing into them. Zipping the last of the two, I carry both to the living area of our temporary home. I've had a lot of those lately.

Harry glances up at me briefly, checking the cartridges of his favorite gun before managing to pull the slide back into its place. He does so quickly, packing guns in pursuit of wasting no time. I do the same, grabbing a pistol off the table and checking it myself. In the hurry of our actions, I quickly think back to the maps we have stacked together in a corner.

I grab the pieces of paper and roll them up, shoving them into one of the bags. Gripping both on either shoulders, I watch as Harry pulls the one filled with weapons over his shoulder. My lips purse tightly and I exhale through my nose when he looks at me.

"Ready?"

"When won't I be?" I remark with a slight smile.

His lips curl up into a smirk, taking a quiet inhale of air through his nose. These gestures disappear however, just as we exit the building. I grip the pistol in my hand tightly, concealing it from the public that still roam the area around this early in the morning. Soft moonlight fades and the sun is just about to rise, but before there is a dawn, quiet sense in the air. I feel like it won't last. There will be bullets to tear apart that silence.

We walk a few minutes to the shed Harry hides the car in. He unlocks the metal chains around the gate, tossing it open in one swift movement. Tossing bags inside only leads to a couple of seconds spent. I haven't been adding up the time, hoping not to feel unwanted emotions of fear.

I tightened my hand over my knee as Harry starts the car, immediately pulling out the shed. The streets are silent, and the hum of the engine seems to dominate the silence that fills me with slight dread. My eyes close for a brief moment, desperate to breathe in air to my slightly ready to hyperventilate lungs. When I open them again, we are driving so quickly down rural roads of trees and rocky grounds that all I see is a flash of dark green at every glass window.

"Where are we going to go? A fifteen minute head start isn't exactly that helpful when it comes to Fray. He's going to know we've left," I tell him quickly, whipping around to gaze behind us with suspicion and fearful anticipation.

Harry stares ahead, jaw clenched. He seems to show no fear, once again, as usual. "We have enough ammo to take down the guys that he sent. Fray isn't going to be with them."

Before I can respond, there are multiple bullets being fired. Some that burst through the glass and nearly make contact with us. They echo tremendously around us. A shriek leaves my lips as I lean forward, ducking from any bullets. "Son of a bitch," Harry growls, keeping his head low. He gazes over at the rear view mirror, sighing angrily.

I turn to look at him, eyes wide. "You drive, I shoot?" I breathe out questioningly.

Harry tilts his head, as if he was contemplating it, but rather rapidly as there was no time to think. "Seems like the best plan we've got."

I nod my head to him, turning in my seat and rolling down the window. There's an adrenaline rush inside of me that acts as a wall to my rational thoughts.

"Careful, Cata," he warns, focused on the road ahead of us. He makes a sharp turn, and my shoulder hits the edge of the now rolled down window.

I move so quickly and effortlessly, I was surprising myself. My courage just shot out of nowhere, possibly from being tired of the same thing. Somehow, I had gotten things into my own hands for this brief moment. And I couldn't mess it up.

The wind blows loudly in my ears, grip tight as possible on my weapon of choice.

Aiming was precise. I didn't shoot their windshield, but more so their tires. The pop was loud and obvious. The car that followed was all tinted black. I couldn't see inside, but a window rolled down just as I managed to shoot the second tire. My extremely accurate aim impresses both Harry and I.

Inhaling sharply, I back away inside the car just as a bullet is shot about three times in my direction.

"They're trying to kill me," I call out over the wind, "Last time I checked, they needed me?"

Harry shakes his head. "That's not good at all!"

I look back to the car, that seems to be slowing down, until it comes to a complete stop. My eyebrows furrow. "Harry...they just stopped."

"You shot two tires."

"No. They hit the breaks. They intentionally stopped," I explain, confusion over my face.

In our silence and the wind blowing heavily, there is a long pause. But that silence is shorter than I had expected. A loud woosh of bright flames rise before us, and the loud bang is second to hit my realization. They threw an explosive on us. Not on my side. But on Harry's.

My eyes widen and I scream. "Harry!"

But it's too late. The car is pushes all of its momentum into a tree. My unsecured body is forced onto whatever is in front of me and hits the dashboard with a painful head injury. My vision blurs with the pain. The car is at a complete stop. I choke on fumes and awaiting tears, gradually turning my head to look at Harry.

His face is unseen. Curls droop over his face, head unconsciously lying onto the steering wheel. Blood marks his hands, shattered pieces of glass cutting deep gushes into them. A pained whimper escapes my lips, feeling the heat of the flames and smoke suffocating me.

"Harry," I whisper softly, stinging in my eyes. I feel a warm liquid falling from my nose, sitting at the top of my lips. An uncomfortable breathing pattern develops of pain, fear, and uncertainty.

The side of my door is hauled open. I scream as loud as I can, the force and volume burning my throat. "Harry!" I scream again and again and again, fighting the mysterious hands that pull at my body.

It's no use. I'm dragged from the burning car, and an unconscious Harry. A voice says, "Make sure he's dead." And a bullet goes off, but I'm not sure. Because my injury gradually wants to dominate me, pulling me into a dangerous, unwanted sleep.

n. updating later again. expect the update. thanks for reading.

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