Harry it wasn't me that left

Chantelle is a 19 year old girl. Chantelle and Harry used to be together, but Harry had to leave for tour.
Chantelle has a new life in London as an actress in adverts and an interviewer.
She happens to be interviewing One direction.
What will happen? Will she start loving him again? Will her deepest, most darkest secret be revieled? Will this make the boys not want to be around her and the others? Or will she meet an old friend that destroyes her relationship with the boys.

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7. The talk

 

POV ZAYN

 

All of the boys and I were upstairs in Harry’s room playing video games and talking about what happened before Chantelle ran off. (Niall and Harry told us everything that happened.)

"Guys? What's the 'AA'?" Louis asked

We all shrugged because we were wondering the same thing.

"I'm hungry, does and one else want some food?" Niall asked.

We all said yeah so we headed down the stairs when we heard Chantelle come through the door. We all stopped down at the top of the stairs because we heard her talking to someone. Being our usual nosy self, we listened to what she was saying

"Maybe you should wash the blood off that before the boys see it." I heard Chantelle say.

I gave the boys the 'what-the-hell-does-she-mean' look and they just shrugged their shoulders.

I then saw another girl with her hood up too and she was wearing the same thing that Chantelle was wearing ( Jacket with hood up, Knee-high - high heels, black shiny skinny pants and red eyes.) 

I mouthed the words 'look' to the boys and pointed at the other girl walking into the kitchen with swards that were covered in blood. My mouth fell open and so did the boys when they saw what she was holding. 

"D-did she k-kill s-someone?" Niall asked.

"I don't know mate. I guess we will just have to ask." I replied. 

We were just about to start walking down the stairs again when the other girl came out of the kitchen. I stopped walking and looked at what they were going to do next. Chantelle said something about training before we see.

Too late.

They started doing flips and landing in a cool position and then they took out their swards and starting doing flips again. After they did one flip with the swards, Chantelle said something about her being number one and it is her job to train her and number three. 

"Is that girl number two? Is there another one?" Harry asked

"Let’s go ask." Liam said.

As they did another flip, the boys and I went over to them

Chantelle was the first to the see us and I think you know what happened next.

 

 

POV CHANTELLE

"Ok, I think that we need to talk."

She led us to the sofa so that she could explain everything.

"Boys, you can't tell ANYONE what I am about to tell you. OK?"

"O-ok" we all said

"Ok, but first, Harry? Niall? Who did you tell about the um... 'Situation' we had before the police and the AA team got here?"

"Well umm... just the boys." Harry replied.

"Ok good. Now, I'm guessing you have a lot of questions to ask me so feel free to-"

Then all at once the boys started to drown me and Haley with questions.

"Guys, please! One at a time!"

"Sorry, ok, um... who goes first?!" Niall said.

"I WILL!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Ok, shoot!"

"What is the ‘AA’?”

I looked over at Haley and she motioned for me to answer.

"Ok, well... um... you have to promise me that you are not going to freak when I tell you what we are."

"Ok, we promise.”

"The 'AA' stands for the Assassins Agency. But please! Don't freak out because we are not normal assassins, we are two of the 4 good assassins in the world. I am number one. Haley is number two. We are still trying to figure out who number three is and we have to find him/her before the end of the week or else he/she is in great danger.”

“Well then who is number four?” Niall asked

“Huh?”

“You said that you were one of the four good assassins in the world.”

“Oh yeah, that’s zero.”

“Zero?”

“Yes, Zero. You know, 0, 1, 2, 3…”

“Oh,”

“He is out master, but to me he is more like my brother that I never had. We are very close.”

“Why would number three be in great danger by the end of the week?” Louis asked.

“Because that is when all of the bad assassins will come together to try and take us down so they can ‘take over the world’ as they like to call it and since number three doesn’t know that he/she is number three, they will be and easy target and they don't know that. In fact, I don’t even that he/she is number three.

“I’m sorry.” Louis said

“It’s ok, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I thought that assassins were supposed to be all mean and kill everybody they see. Why don’t you do that?” Niall asked.

“Well, that’s the catch, we do kill everybody that gets in our way BUT there is a rule that we have to follow. Never kill anybody that isn’t a bad assassin. If a human gets in our way, we can put them in the hospital just not kill them. Wait, that came out wrong… please don’t be afraid of us. We are just normal teenagers like you when we don’t have our hoodie’s up.”

“It’s ok, we aren’t afraid.” Louis said.

I let out a sigh of relief and then they moved on to the next question.

“How do you know if the people that you are with aren’t assassins?”

“Well you see, when we have our hoodie’s up. Our eyes go red. Have you seen that?”

“Yeah, it’s creepy,” Niall said.

“Thanks… anyways, it is because there is something in our brain that switches on that causes us to see assassins, good or bad. When that thing switches on, our brain glows and our eyes go red.”

“That’s some intense shit…” Harry replyed.

“Thank you Harry for clarifying that.” I said to harry with sarcasm in my voice.

“So how long have you been a um... assassin?” Harry asked

“For as long as I can remember. When I was younger- about four years old- my father and my mother were happily married but when my mother told my father that she was pregnant, he didn’t want anything to do with me but he still wanted to be with my mother so he put on a fake smile until my mother was eight months pregnant. My father couldn’t take it any more so he stared to beat her while I was still in her stomach. She got a broken arm, four broken ribs, a crack in her skull, fractured spine, but he didn’t stop there, he wanted me to suffer and since I was in my mother, she took all of the pain for me and I love her for that. You see, my mother was a kind and forgiving person so she let that one slide. On my third birthday, my father couldn’t take it anymore. When my mother was on business trips, he would beat me. I was practically his slave while my mother was not there. When she was home, I had to cover up my scars and put on a happy face or else he would hurt my mother, but she didn’t deserve that. She had already done so much for me. When I was 8 he would start to r-rape me. He would sometimes invite his friends over so they could have some fun with me too. They always took out a pair of handcuffs and tied me to the bed. Left arm handcuffed to the left corner of the bed, right arm handcuffed to the right corner of the bed and so on… Then he would take a knife, cut my clothes off and rape me. While his friends sat there watching me. One by one they used to do something. When I was 9, he was going to rape me for the 742 time and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I rejected him. I said no. He wasn’t sad about it. He was actually very happy about it. He just walked out of my ‘room’. The week after that my mother came back from a business trip. He was strapped me to a chair in the living room and put duck tape over my mouth so I couldn’t talk. My mother came home with a grin on her face then when she saw me sitting in the living room only in my bra and underwear, she ran over to me and tried to untie the ropes and take the duck tape off my mouth. I tried to warn my mother that my father was behind her but the tape nor ropes came off. My father hit her on the head with a frying pan so she passed out on the floor. He then took out the knife that he used to carve words into my skin with.-”

I lifted up my shirt to show my stomach, there were three words ;

‘Whore.’

‘Slut.’

‘Bitch.                                                       

Then I lifted up my shirt to show my back. It had one sentence.

‘I am a mistake.’

“He then stabbed her in her stomach three times, once in her head, and twice in her neck. He told me that is what I get for disobeying him. It was my fault that she died. Every night from that day on he would make me sleep on the same mattress the body. (Yes mattress. My room was basically a white room with a mattress on the floor, but when my mother came, he would re-decorate it.) The following day was my 10th birthday and I was NOT looking forward to it because my birthday gift was the same every year… extra beating for doing everything that he asked for. But that day, my dad kicked me out on the street. I lived on the road for two days and then someone named Zack found me. Since I was only a little kid, he took care of me. When he took me back to his house there was 24 other people. He explained the whole story of assassins and asked if I wanted to join. I thought that joining them would be a great way to get revenge on my father. So I said yes. He started training me and then three months I was ready to fight. I was the youngest assassin there but I was one of the best. It takes most people 6 months to a year to learn how to do all the things but I only took three months because I was a ‘natural’ like I was made to do it. Two months after I was trained, got my jacket, and got the mark, I was ready to go in battle. Good vs. Bad. It was just in time for the battle that destroyed most of the good assassins. Cole (the leader of the bad assassins.) killed everyone except for me and Zack. He thought that he killed all the assassins except for the ones in his gang. Back then everybody knew about assassins. The good and bad. Police were out day and night trying to find Cole’s group but they were on the move all the time. There were tracks of them but on day they just vanished, and now they are out to make sure that they get the last of us so now, we need to find number three as soon as we can. Now everyone thinks that all of the assassins are gone but only the AA and the police know about us and we have been trying since the day they dissapeared. There is many of them spread around town and they blend in easily like a normal peoson would but only we can see them so the police don’t know who to take down and who to let go.

“ Where did you run off to and why was there blood covering Haleys swards?

This time it was Haleys turn to answer.

“I just got kicked out of my house when my parents saw what I was and so I was walking on my way here to ask if I could stay with you when all of a sudden two assassins came out of nowhere and pinned me to the ground. I couldnt do anything because I did not have my hood on so I was weak. The only thing I was capable of doing was calling Chantelle to see if she could help me and to my luck she was there before he could do anything. When Chantelle got there, she had her hood on so she got one of the guys off me and then the other threw her over his sholder so her hood came off and she transformed to normal. He was just about to get away when I stabbed hin in the leg. And we may of um... left them there tpo die... hehe...?" Haley said while scratching the back of her neck.

“Oh my god I am so sorry is there anything we can do? Zayn said as he opened his arms wide to embrace me in on of his hugs.

To the left side of me I heard Haley gasp.

“What is it Haley?” I asked a bit annoyed because she interrupted the hug that I liked more that I should.

She just shook her head and pointed at Zayn’s arm. I looked at it and saw something that I wasn’t expecting top see.

“Oh my god…”

 

 

AUTHORS NOTE!

*GASP* CLIFF HANGER!!!!!!!!!!!! DO U LIKE IT? DO YA? DO YA? Sry  the long wait but I will start on the new chapter now ;)

 

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