Complicity [h.s]

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PART 2 OF THE DOUBLE UPDATE!
MAKE SURE YOU READ CHAPTER 54 FIRST!

Harry Styles

It's been two days since I last saw Aven.

All I feel is anxiety.

The same day she found out about her grandmother, I drove her back to the estate at her request. The car ride was completely silent, with her staring out the window. She didn't cry anymore, not because she was feeling better, but because she had no tears left. I tried to comfort her, but she seemed completely disconnected. When we arrived at the estate, she told me she needed to be alone for a while. I agreed and reassured her that I was just a phone call away.

It started to feel like she was really realizing what her life had become and how she got into this position. She wanted to kill Marissa. I'm sure she wanted to kill me too. Maybe the hate she should have for me is finally setting in. I have to respect her wishes. If she wants me to leave her alone, I will. Zayn already caught me, and I can't keep showing up. She needs space; she made that very clear. I just hope nothing has happened to her. I had this rotten feeling in my chest that something was horribly wrong.

The restaurant phone rings and I snatch the handle in a blink.

"Hello?" I answer, hoping to hear her voice on the other end.

The line is quiet, but I can hear breathing.

It's not her breathing.

"I need you to come to the estate." Zayn's voice conveys in my ear.

I furrow my brows. My mind immediately envisions the worst possible outcomes.

"Where is she?" I stiffen in my seat.

"She's here and she's fine." He clears up. "But I need you to come."

It's the middle of the day. This must be really urgent.

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you when you get here."

"How do I know this isn't a trap?"

"We both know you'd show up either way."

The line goes dead.

I race down to the apartment, passing Niall on the couch with a beer.

"What's going on?" He notices my urgency.

"I just got a call from Zayn." I start. "Something's going on with Aven."

He perks up in his seat, mid-sip.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I'm driving up there right now." I go into my room. 

I gather all my shit, making sure to bring a gun this time after the fucker pulled one on me. I can't even think straight; I just need to get to the estate. When I emerge back into the living room, I see Niall throwing on his jean jacket and sunglasses.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going with you." He heads over the whiteboard, starting to write something down. "A phone call from Zayn isn't grounds for you to go up there alone. I'll leave a note just in case anything happens to us."

"I'll be fine."

"It could be a trap. I'm coming." He makes clear, heading towards the stairs and skipping every other step on his way up.

Having no more time to fight it, I groan and follow him up the steps.

Zayn Malik