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❝If lying was a crime we'd all be in jail.❞
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[Earlier that day]
Harry moved forwards on his seat as he clenched his hands in an attempt to calm himself but nothing seemed to work for him right now. The only thing he wanted to do was to grab the blond man in front of him by the neck and choke him to death, that's how angry he was but he knew better than that. Things weren't going as expected lately, he had a plan and it was going as he wanted it, until today. The news he received today wasn't pleasant.
The blond man's skin got even paler and he gulped once he spotted his boss' furious expression, his eyes were burning daggers at him and his blood was boiling, he knew that bad things would happen if he said anything wrong.
“Can you please repeat yourself, Mr. Horan?” Harry asked him in his deep voice, making him sweat. Niall fixed his blue suit and cleared his throat, trying not to show how scared he really was at the moment.
“We couldn't find the evidence you were seeking for. M-me and my men searched everywhere but it's impossible. He made sure to hide everything.” He managed to explain, stammering slightly and he saw as Harry's nostrils flared and slammed his ready fist on the desk, making the objects on top of it move from their place. Niall jumped in surprise but made sure not to show his discomfort.
“Then maybe you haven't searched good enough.” Harry stated clearly irritated by his employee's lame excuse. It was one thing that Harry knew for sure and that was that there was no perfect crime.
“Mr. Styles, I swear to god–” The poor man couldn't get to finish his sentence because in one swift movement he was on his feet with Harry's big hands wrapped around his neck with not much force to choke him, but enough to leave a bruise and make him understand that he wasn't joking. His patience was running thin, he had been waiting for Niall to come two months now and he came with empty hands.
“Don't you dare tell me that. I was perfectly clear when I assigned you the job but you came back here with nothing. How should I take that?” Harry asked him, his eyes turning a darker shade of green. The room was completely silent, only the two of them standing there and the dark windows made sure that no other employee could see them from outside. Niall placed his hands on Harry's wrists, trying to get him to loosen his grip a bit. He was afraid for his life, he knew how Harry could become when he was angry and he for sure didn't want to experience it.
“I'm sorry. Really.” He apologised terrified, his big blue eyes wide.
“Your sorry can't do anything.” Harry yelled, shaking him.
“I-I will search again. More careful this time.” Niall's shaky voice said and the fear in his eyes made Harry relax a bit. He realised that if he kept applying pressure he was going to kill the other man and he didn't want to do that, even though he was extremely angry at him. He sighed deeply and removed his hands from Niall's neck, bringing them up to his chest to fix his black tie.
“Do it! And next time come here with evidence.” Harry told him sternly and Niall nodded his head quickly as he was still gasping for air. He tried to support himself on the chair behind him and he started caressing his neck to smoothen the pain.
“I will Mr. Styles.” He said breathlessly. Harry sat on his chair again and started writing and signing some of the papers on his desk avoiding eye contact with Niall, he was afraid he would snap again if he saw his face.
“Leave my office, Mr. Horan,we are done.”
“Yes, sir.” Niall whispered not trusting his voice at the moment. Hesitantly he turned his back to Harry and moved towards the black wooden door, opening it and then walking outside, no more words were said.
Once the clicking of the door closing was heard Harry's loud groan echoed in the office. The papers on the desk flew on the floor as he pushed them aggressively away from him and soon followed the empty coffee mug that was placed on it, he took it in his hand and with force threw it against the wall, letting it smash to small pieces.
“Damn it. Fuck!” He cursed loudly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. When Louis had called him earlier to tell him that Niall was back and that he might had found something he felt extremely relieved, happy, and he immediately ran out of the house to come to talk to him. He thought that they finally found something... something that would make the ones that caused him pain to pay. But now he was disappointed.
He collapsed on the chair and exhaled looking on the corner of his desk where her picture was, in a black thick frame. He observed it with sad loving eyes, his features softening. Her beautiful smile and big brown eyes warmed up his heart a bit, but it didn't last long.
“They will pay, I promise.” He said still looking at the picture of her. He was determined to make them pay even if it meant kiling them himself and have their filthy blood on his hands.
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[Angel's POV]
“Did we really have to come back so soon?” I asked Zayn when he parked the car in front of the big gate. He looked at me from the mirror and smiled before shaking his head. I pouted crossing my arms in front of my chest and looked outside the window at the house.
I wasn't prepared to see Harry again, I wanted to spent this day without having to see his face– that handsome face.
“I think you should probably get inside.” Zayn said, turning his head to look at me as I was still sitting in the back seat. I nodded my head and undid my belt, which Zayn insisted I wear.
“Yeah, you're right. Thank you Zayn, I had a lovely time.” I told him truthfully and he smiled.
“Me too.”
I opened the door and got out, taking a big breath as I walked through the gate and started walking down along the pathway. My eyes moved to the house in front of me and I saw a dark shadow standing near the window but it soon disappeared before I could have a better view. I had a feeling though that it was Harry and that made my anxiety appear and my heart started beating fast.
I opened the door slowly which was unlocked and stepped inside hesitantly. What if he was angry with me? I didn't do anything wrong. The hallway was completely empty, Agnes and Sandra weren't there, maybe they were upstairs.
Just when I shut the door I heard footsteps coming down and they were getting louder with each second that passed. Harry. At first I saw his shoes appear from the top of the stairs and soon he was in complete view, his one hand was on his stomach whereas his other arm hung limply by his side. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie that fitted him perfectly. His steps were strong and firm as he descended the stairs in a quick pace. His head was down, he wasn't looking at me and I couldn't tell if he was angry. I stood in place not daring to take a step forwards or backwards, I waited for him to approach me.
“It's good to see that you obeyed me for once without having to argue.” He said, sounding tired and his eyes met mine. I couldn't really tell what he was thinking at the moment, he was here but his mind wasn't. It looked like something was bothering him. His eyes showed sadness, anger and hatred.
“Yes.” I simply replied.
“Come with me.” He said sternly, making me do as he said. I followed him upstairs without saying anything else. I knew where we were going, it was his studio. Was he going to work on his painting again? He stopped in front of it and opened the door with his keys. Then he motioned for me to walk inside.
