Dangerously Close 💟

*1D not famous*
Bree �� 1D
An average teen with no dad? She's more than that. Depressed? No, determined. Angry? No, passionate. Underneath her mask, she's in flames. Determined to ruin their lives and passionate about her goal. Brietta Scarlett Noel, the girl on fire.. but is she the only one burning with the flames?


19. New York.

  That picture made me believe that Harry is definitely a competition. In a competition, someone wins and someone looses, I know I won't loose. "Just made it easier" I said. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. I checked and it was Niall. I opened the door and he quickly entered. "N-Niall?" I asked. "Bree, listen" he said walking in as if he's lame. "What's up with your feet?" I asked. "I got shot on the leg" he replied. "What? How?" I asked. "Stop talking and start packing!" he said. "What?" I asked. "Look, we do't have time. They'll come for you so I need you to leave Miami as soon as possible he said. "Niall, what do you mean?" I asked shaking my head. "No time. They hurt Courtney, and now they'll hurt you. I realized what you meant to me, today. When they'd say they'd get you" he said quickly taking things out from my closet. 

  Of course this could be one of their plans. Sending me out of Miami, but I'll have to take this risk. "Who's coming?" I asked. "You, Courtney and Harry. Me and the others have to stay. We need to report this and we don't want you hurt" he replied. "And you guys won't be hurt?" I asked. "I'd rather it be me who's hurt, then you" he said and with that, everything became silent. Until I spoke: "How would you know who this person is?" I asked. "All we know is, he's hired by someone rich. Very rich. He has long black hair and is about 6 feet tall" he said. I quickly opened my laptop and did some research. 

  "Blake Harrington, Ryan Vespucci, Leonardo Flores or Lorenzo Garcia" I said after about 20 minuets. "What?" he asked. "Look, how many guys have long black hair here?" I asked. "About.. 28 percent" Niall replied. "How many of them are 6 ft tall?" I asked. "13 percent" he replied. "And how many of them are young enough to work for this rich guy?" I asked. "You.. are a genius!" he said picking me up and hugging me. 

  Right now it was about 8:16 P.M and me, Harry and Courtney were in the plane heading to New York. This is that one place where no one bothers you about the things you do. A place full of hopes and dreams. A place full of mystery. A perfect place to hide. And I knew, if I wanted to get to the bottom of Harry and my father's 'relationship' then I'll have to work on a plan now. That's when I got the perfect idea.. 

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