Shadows *complete*

They were five. They were at the top. Until that day, two years ago. Five became three.
They never understood what had truly happened. Until that day, two years too late.
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7. Harry


The man in front of Louis stood up and turned around to look at Liam and me. He wasn’t the tallest man I had ever seen but he certainly was the most impressive. Seriousness was written all over his face; I wasn’t sure I wanted to know who he was. He simply looked scary.

“Scarlett, this is Paul. An...An old friend of ours,” Louis introduced the man beside him but heisting on the end f his sentence. The man nodded slowly but I didn’t move.

“I guess you’re the new agent,” Paul spoke short afterwards and relief overran me as his voice wasn’t as scary as I’d have expected it to be.

But it was Liam who answered for me, “Yes, she is. And she will respect the delay you gave her.” I stared at Liam, wondering for a short time what he was talking about before remembering what they had told me earlier about a phone call. So it was him the ‘brain’ of the plan?

“Paul used to be our body guard when we were in the band,” Louis told me as if I was supposed to know that. I simply nodded before walking out of the kitchen without adding any other words.

But I felt a hand on my arm and Liam’s voice whispered in my ear, “Where are you going?”

“I’m off to bed. Got a problem with that?” I may have sounded a bit harsh but I didn’t care at all. I thought for a few seconds, he would pull me back into the kitchen but he didn’t.

“Right. I’m sure you don’t want hear our plans either.” I shook my head violently.

“No, I don’t want to.” And I pushed his hand away before walking away toward my room.

I stepped in and closed the door violently before walking toward the bed and collapse on it.

What was wrong with them and their old body guard? What had happened to make them hate their mates so much they want to get rid of them?

Suddenly, my phone rang. I answered without even looking at it but I knew who it would be so I tried to sound happy when I spoke.

“Hey Scarlett!” Harry’s voice echoed before I had time to open my mouth.

“Hi Harry! I wasn’t expecting you to call that early!” I teased him. I heard him chuckle.

“I just wanted to be sure you had found your way back home!”

“And?” I smiled, feeling much better after hearing the sound of his voice.

“And what?” he asked with a fake innocent voice. I just laughed, “I’m sure there’s another reason why you’re calling.” I heard him sigh and thought he probably was nodding his head.

“You may be right... I was wondering if you were free tomorrow evening.” I smiled widely.

“Yes, I guess I am,” I answered happily.

“So would you like going out to dinner with me?” he asked again, rather slowly.

“Yes, I’d love to!” I heard him sigh with relief.

“So 8pm tomorrow? Is it okay for you? Oh and where can I pick you up?”

“It’s perfect for me! Well, I’ll send you my address in a text tomorrow! I just moved away and I don’t know the name of the street anymore... I’m sorry.” I heard him laugh and it made me feel stupid. He must think I was dumb but it was the only excuse that came to my mind.

“See you tomorrow then!” he exclaimed, thrilled.

“See you tomorrow!” I repeated before hanging up. And I collapsed back onto the bed, crying.

But a sudden knock at the door made me jump. I quickly glanced at the door and saw Liam walking in.

“I heard your conversation on the phone. Tomorrow, Harry will be yours.” And he smiled grimly.




“Okay. He told you to wear something classy so it’s perfect! Stop complaining!” Liam’s annoyed voice yelled at me. He watched his watch for the hundredth time and rolled his eyes before grabbing my wrist. “It’s time to go now! We have to be there before him or he’ll know there is something wrong.”

I sighed and he pulled into the garage. I caught a last glimpse of my reflection before following him. Liam had told me to wear a black dress with black heels and my hair was tied into a braid. Simple but perfect according to him.

“I thought you would never come!” Louis complained at the back of the car. Liam ignored him and started driving. He had sent Harry a fake address and we were going to that place to wait for him. Apparently, the house we were heading to was his as well. How many places did he own?

After a short while, he parked the car in front of a small house. It looked perfectly normal.

“You can’t wear the mic tonight because Harry would certainly notice it. We can’t take the risk to get him knowing you’re fake.”

“But it doesn’t mean we can’t know where you are. And watch your mouth when you speak to him. He better not find out or you’re gonna be in trouble,” Louis added after Liam, wearing a dark expression on his face.

Then, Liam handed me keys and I stepped out of the car to go into the house. I quickly closed the front door and without even looking around me, I rushed toward the nearest window to see their car driving away. I felt relieved. I would spend a nice evening with Harry even though it wasn’t supposed to e real. But when I was with him, it made me forget a little what was really happening. I felt well by his side.

Soon afterwards, the doorbell rang. I opened the front door, revealing Harry smiling widely.

“You look beautiful, Scarlett,” he told me and I smiled, muttering a quick thank you.

“So ready to go?” I nodded and we walked toward his car after I locked the door.

He drove for a short while before finally parking the car. Then, we made our way toward a small restaurant.

“I thought it was better to go to a small and cosy place.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and I nodded, smiling widely at him. The evening would be a great one, I was sure of it.




I didn’t know how long we had stayed there but I didn’t care. It has been the most wonderful evening I had ever spent. We had talked and laughed for hours nonstop. There had been no awkward silences. We got on very well. Harry was such a nice man.

He drove me back to the house and the journey happened way too fast in my opinion. Then, he came along with me to the front door.

“I spent a wonderful evening. Thanks Harry.” I hugged him tightly and he whispered, “So did I. Thanks Scarlett.” He pulled away from the hug and looked deeply in my eyes. I saw him leaning in and soon felt his lips against mine.

“Now it is the most perfect evening ever,” he muttered. “Scarlett? What’s wrong?” he then asked me with a worried voice. I had started crying. Why? I couldn’t fall for him... It wasn’t good because there was nothing I could do to save him. I wouldn’t bear seeing him die.

“Scarlett?” he repeated. Anxiety was written all over his face.

“Harry... I’m... I’m sorry... I... I am...”

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