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He was nothing. He was of no importance to anyone. He had been living a life in darkness, a life where no light could penetrate his lifestyle. It wasn’t until he met her. The light to show him the way. Yet, he had to keep his secrets hidden from her to keep her safe. Who knew curiosity could lead to your downfall? It’s in his DNA.

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13. Twelve

Camille's pov

I was suddenly blinded by the white light. Where am I? I blinked a few times to see that I was in a room with no windows, but only one way out, the door. Yet, that exit was probably guarded by a bulky guard.

The entire room was bobbing up and down. Were we on a boat? My head was so clouded. I couldn't think properly. "You're the Camille that Harry's so in love with." A familiarity in the woman's voice sounded throughout the room. Genevieve.

She stood before me, but she donned different clothing. Black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black jacket. Her hair was pulled up into a tight pony tail. "He must be helpless now." she smirked. 

"Let go of me." I said through gritted teeth, tugging against the rope. They tied my hands behind a chair. Genevieve laughed at me, watching me struggle in my seat. "You are clueless, aren't you? You think Harry cares about you?" she asks.

"What are you talking about?"

"Just you wait my dear. Harry will come in here and take one good look at me, then fall to his knees. He'll be begging to take me back and right then," She demonstrated by putting a gun to my head. I felt the cool metal against my forehead.

My heart raced against my chest. Where's Harry? "He will watch you die, then he'll beg me to kill him and I won't. I want him to know that he's the reason for your death and he can never cope with that idea."

She pulled the gun away from my head and put it back in its holster. "Genevieve, he's here." The man poked his head in through the door. "Let him in." she motioned with a hand. Where was Ethan? Did Harry take care of him already? Was Harry smart enough to bring backup?

The door opened a bit wider and Harry was shoved in. The door slammed behind him. "Ah, Harry. How nice of you to join us." Genevieve smiled. Harry straightened himself and looked at her, then looked at me. "Camille."

He made his way towards me, but she came between us. "What are you going to do with her?" he asked her. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he hated her. "Is that how you treat a lady Harry?"

"You are nothing to me Genevieve."

"Then why did you fall for her? What was your reason to be with her? Look at her Harry, doesn't she remind you of someone? Doesn't she remind you of me?"

"She's nothing like you." he retorted. "She's a good person and she shouldn't be in here. She had nothing to do with this."

"She has everything to do with this. I tried to come back for you."

"You never cared about me."

"But I did. Who else informed you about the death of your mother?"

"My mother?" Harry no. Don't fall for it. It's a trap. I wanted to say those words to him, but my interference would be a problem. "I know who killed your mother Harry." I fought against the ropes and once again, they held me back.

"She's lying Harry!" Genevieve walked over to me and held the gun against my head. There were tears streaming down my cheeks. "Don't hurt her. Just... give me a minute with her." Harry pleaded. I have never seen him beg before, or act this way.

What hold did Genevieve have on Harry? I thought he was over her, but it was clear to me now. I was in the same position as Harry. He and I were caught in a web Genevieve had created herself.

Genevieve stepped back and motioned to the others in the room. Once they all walked out, I heard the sound of the door locking. Harry knelt before me, his hands on either side of my face. "Camille, I am so sorry that I put you through this." he said.

"It's okay." I said.

"No, it's not. You are not safe and you will never-" He was interrupted and the door burst open. Louis had appeared as Jesy ran in, cutting the rope which set my hands free. "We have to go. Now!" Louis demanded.

What happened? Harry picked me up and carried me out through the back entrance. We were on a boat. The cold air hit my face as Harry wrapped his arms tightly around me. He carried me out to his car and put me in the seat.

He closed the door as I buckled myself in and he got in. He started the car and drove down the street. "Where are we going?" I asked him.

"We have to hide." he said. He didn't glance towards my direction at least once as he continued to drive towards the apartments. He pressed the button to another floor. The twentieth floor. "Zayn offered his apartment. They'll search ours first." He answered the question I had thought of.

Harry and I entered the empty apartment, locking the door. He shut the blinds and we hid in a closet that locked from the inside. My heart was racing against my chest. We weren't safe, not here.

Together we stood in darkness, hearing nothing else but the sound of our breathing. We stood in the cramped area, our bodies pressed up against each other. Outside I could hear the door being broken in. They found us. I could hear his slow, deep breaths.

"I want you to run." He whispered in my ear. What? "No." I refused to listen to him and shook my head. "I will not leave you behind." I looked up into his green eyes that were now dark.

"Why are you so stubborn?" His voice was cold, harsh. I've never heard him speak in this manner before, and it scared me a bit. This tone was different than the others. His eyes burned into me as he placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Camille," I shook my head as the tears began to form. He didn't understand the reason why I would not run. He reached up and wiped the tears that had fallen down my cheek. The sounds from outside were becoming louder.

"One of us has to live, and I want it to be you." He said a bit quietly. I continued to shake my head. Of course I was stubborn, but I didn't want to be the one to run away and live while he stayed behind to face what his fate was. "It's both, or neither." I told him; my voice was just as cold.

Before he could reply, the door was ripped off its hinges. Ethan pulled Harry out of the closet. "Camille, run!" Harry called out. Before my mind could process his words, my body was already heading for the door.

As soon as I exited the hallway, I heard a gun shot behind me. The sound had frozen me in place. An arm had pulled me around the corner, but covered my mouth as I let out a scream. My scream was muffled as I looked up to see who it was. Liam.

A few more shots were fired and the tears fell like no other. I turned and sobbed into Liam's chest as he wrapped his arms around me. Yet, I felt like everything had disappeared. I just knelt to the floor, exhausted and broken at the same time.

I lost him. I lost Harry.

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