Outliers [L.S]

23

Harry's pov:

When I saw my cottage I knew Troy was serious. I have no clue why I didn't think he was before.

"Where are we going to go now? We have a thousand men plus without homes," Liam wonders beside me. I stand tight lipped, staring at the destruction before me.

"That's not my biggest worry. My books are destroyed. My people burned without mercy."

"Harry-,"

"No Liam! Louis thinks I'm some crazy lunatic. Troy ruined my home. I can not think of the future right now when my brain is trying to comprehend 20 other things," I snap. Liam does the right thing and walks away.

Ash from my burned home still floats through the air. Some of the house still burns, along with the forest around it. Yet my biggest worry is Louis, and if he's safe or not. I don't understand my sudden attachment to him but I'll have to figure it out eventually. For now I have to reassure his safety.

I pull out my phone, and call up one of my spies in Troy's main hideout. The phone only rings three times.

"Yes sir," my spy, Nathan asks through the phone.

I tell him my concerns for Louis, and what I want him to do with him. I make sure that Louis has to understand it's under my command, for maybe he will know I still care about him. One sided or not.

I run my hand over my face, and turn to my men who stand waiting for my command. They have shown no concern for their old home or their dead friends but I don't blame them. They don't want to show their weaknesses the same as me.

"We'll get a motel or something," I finally say.

"A motel or something," someone questions, bewildered. I groan at the question. I can't answer things right now. I can't even think.

"Yes. I'll pay for it. Until I find somewhere else."

"What about the warehouse Harry? Can't we go there? It's cheaper in the long run to fix up than paying for a motel for all these people for however long," Liam suggests instead. His suggestion relaxes me because he's right. That's something we can do.

"Okay, let's do that. For tonight we're all sleeping on concrete floors until I find a new replacement house for us," I mutter.

"Or we take over Fairview. Throw it in Troy's face," Zayn suggests nonchalantly, wiping ash from his hair.

"That's an even better idea," I exclaim. "We'll do that. It's more comfortable for all of us and can actually hold all of us. It'll have the technology we'll need as well," I reply, a smirk forming on my face. Of course Zayn is good at using his brain during stressful times.

"We also still have him, who can show us the full layout. The secret tunnels it has and such," Liam adds, pointing to the guy who was in the computer room earlier. He hasn't so much as moved or spoken since we took him from Fairview. I think he has even pissed his pants a couple times.

"Excellent.."

***

We arrived at Fairview. I order some guys to get rid of the decaying bodies while I sit the guy from the computers in a chair. I turn from the guys cleaning, taking a seat in my own chair. A small smile placed on my lips. Zayn stands beside me with Liam on my other.