Dangerously Close 💟

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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?


16. What If?

  It was another brand new day and Courtney was finally awake. She just took a shower and asked me what happened last night. "Nothing. You passed out, do you remember anything?" I asked trying not to add too much pressure. "Kinda.. I know someone made me smell something and I passed out.." she replied. "Oh.. do you remember how the person looked like?" I asked. "Uh.. it was a guy with long black hair" she responded. "Oh" I replied. There was a small silence until Courtney spoke again. "Hey, this is crazy but.. what if they weren't the killers?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What if.. One Direction weren't the killers of your dad? Would you still kill them?" she asked. "What do you think?" I asked. "I don't know" she replied. "They still would do something with their inventions later on" I said. "Yea.. you're right. I'm so crazy" she said and decided to take a walk while I thought about how to put the brown box without Harry knowing.

  The boys said they were going to the Miami beach except Harry so he'd have the keys. I knew what I had to do, and it will work. I went downstairs and saw Harry by the pool. "Alright, see you" Harry said to a guy and turned around. I purposely bumped into Harry and apologized. "Oh, my bad" I said. "N-no problem" Harry replied. I have heard that Harry is a flirt so I knowingly put my black bikini and a loose white fabric on top of it. He was speechless and I.. had his room keys. I quickly turned around and went upstairs. Phase one, complete. Now I need to be careful and not mess anything up. 

  I was inside their room. I slowly opened the closet and put the brown box the way it was before. I slowly stepped out and closed the door. Now, I have to put the keys back inside Harry's pocket. I made my way downstairs and I saw Harry coming towards me. "Harry" I said going close to him. "You smell good" I said smiling. "Thanks? Oh, are the boys back yet?" he asked. "I haven't seen them around" I replied. He looked at the floor and then back at me. "Why?" he asked in a slow voice. "What?" I asked. "Why're you doing this?" he asked again. "I don't know what you're talking about" I replied and turned away. I had put the key in carefully when he was asking about the boys. 

  I started to walk but Harry's hands stopped me. "Why're you lying?" he asked. "Harry let go of me" I said because my feelings could take over anytime and I might just slap him. "No! What did I ever do to you?" he asked. "You slapped me that one time. Remember?" I said sarcastically and Harry pushed me towards the wall. "Harry, the fuck are you doing?" someone yelled. Both me and Harry turned around and saw Zayn. "Zayn" I said rubbing his back. "It's fine" I said in a soothing voice. "No. It's fucking not. Harry, mate why the hell do you do this to her? Didn't you hear me the first time?? Stop it" Zayn said pissed and grabbed my hand and took me towards the elevator. "I can protect myself" I whispered in his ear. "But I want to do that for you" he said still a little pissed.

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