Sweetened || HS AU (COMPLETED)

• forty-two •

| Jailen |

I haven't heard from Harry in three weeks.

He wasn't MIA, he just wasn't speaking to me.

The day after we got into that little screaming match, Zayn showed up to my apartment with the newest fucking iPhone for Hayden. I couldn't help but laugh at how childish he was being, especially when I decided to be nosy while I was setting up the parental controls on the phone and scrolled through the contacts.

Everyone's number was already on the phone - the important ones, that is. Nick and Jason, Zayn, Jonah, and of course ours with a picture by each contact so that she knew who she was calling considering she was still learning to read.

But my contact name made me cackle. MOMMY👹 with a picture of when we went to the zoo.

I decided against changing it. I wasn't going to play this game with him. If he wanted to make me the bad guy for telling the truth, then so be it. I wasn't taking back anything that I said.

My training was over and I was officially a part of the team. I couldn't help but smile as I clocked out and said goodbye to my boss, who eagerly responded with a wave. So far, I was loving this. It was a little hard to get back into the routine of having a responsibility other than Hayden but I'd like to think that I was adjusting pretty quickly.

I sent a text to the nanny, telling her that I was going to be home soon as I stepped into the elevator. I hummed to myself as I pressed the button for the parking garage. My car's battery died months ago and I didn't worry about getting around or getting it fixed because either Zayn, Jonah, or Harry were driving us. And I hadn't prioritized getting another car yet so a rental was what I had to work with. I couldn't complain, though. It was a newer model and made me feel like I had my life together... Just a little bit...

The doors opened and I stepped out onto the concrete floors. My heels echoed throughout the parking garage as I fished around in my bag for my keys. I could see the boot of my car from my peripheral but I still couldn't find my keys. I frowned as I stopped at my car. Did I leave them upsta-?

"Hey, baby," The familiar voice caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. I stood frozen, staring at Lucas as he leaned against the side of my car.

I straightened. The energy surrounding us felt foreign. I've never felt this uncomfortable around him. Something was wrong. I cleared my throat, "Hey, how have you been?"

"You should really be more aware," He ignored my question and it wasn't until he held up my keys that my body went into full survival mode, "You dropped these earlier when you were getting out."

I inhaled deeply, my eyes shifting from his face to my keys as I tried to make sense of this feeling. He held his hand out and stupidly enough, I lunged forward, attempting to grab my keys. He snatched them away, his hand moving to hide behind his back as he towered over me, his breath fanning across my face.

I opened my mouth to scream for help, but he was quicker, his free hand coming up to wrap around my throat as he spun us. My back slammed against the driver's door and his grip tightened, immediately cutting off my breathing. I panicked, every self-defense tactic I had learned slipping from me as sirens went off in my head. I reached up, clawing at his wrist, at his hand, which only made his grip tighten. Tears welled in my eyes as he pressed his body roughly against mine to keep me from moving. I was trapped, fighting for air as my fingernails dug into his skin.

"You don't think it's a little unfair that you dropped me for a piece of shit who doesn't even let you make your own decisions?" Lucas asked, his voice sounding far away, and if it wasn't for the heaviness of his body against mine, I would've assumed I was hallucinating.