Are You Afraid Of The Dark

Are you afraid of the dark: Chapter 24

HARRY'S POV

"Hop on". Zayn yells out to me.

I look at him with confusion on my face.

"Were not double riding a motor cycle". I almost laugh out.

I look over to Louis who was already on the back of Niall's one.

Louis shrugs his shoulders as to it was no big deal.

"Straight or not straight if you want to get to your girlfriend your going to have to get on". Zayn sighs out.

I glare at him before hoping on the back.

"Wrap your arms around my waist so you don't go flying of the back". Zayn says.

He buckles up his helmet under his chin.

"Your joking right?". I mumble out.

"I said hold the fuck on". Zayn says flashing me a devilish frown.

"You were right, you do need him out of you". I mutter to myself.

I place my hands around his waist and hold onto him firmly.

I felt ridiculous but if It meant getting to Morgan faster I would do anything.

Impact hits my body.

The bike begins to fly forward causing my hair to flow with the wind.

I wonder how hard this man would be to defeat.

If 4 boys of his making couldn't bring him down, could anyone?

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A few hours had past.

It seemed like we where heading for know where.

No buildings became evident.

The cement roads where far gone, we now drove among rubble and dust.

I look over to Louis who sends me a strange glare.

I raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"Where heading her way". Louis mouths out.

My eyes felt like they almost popped out of my head.

"W-what". My mouth forms.

If I had learned one thing in life.

That was how to lip sync.

I guess Louis had picked up on that As well, we seemed to do it a lot .

It was hard under these circumstances though.

We were driving extremely fast on the back of motor bikes.

"I think his with her, i think the devil is with Morgan". Louis says while bitting down on his lip.

"Are you sure?". I ask.

He nods his head.

"Almost certain". He replies.

We needed to get there quickly.

If this man was with Morgan, who knew how much trouble she could be in.

MORGAN'S POV

I sat on the end of the poorly made bed starring at the painting on the wall that sat directly in front of me.

It was a painting of a field.

It mainly consisted of colours of Green and blue.

I had been starring at this picture for at least an hour now.