The song for this chapter is Run by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Dollar bills,
Money, money, money
Got em hungry for the kill,
Got em hungry for the kill

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Tate

After Harry telling us that we needed to leave, Niall and Abel shot up and started clearing off the table, moving quickly and darting around the room.

I was still kind of shocked at what just happened, and Harry must have noticed it too, as I sat there frozen at the kitchen table.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from shaking. My ears were still ringing with the sounds of shouts and gunshots, and I couldn't fathom how nonchalant they were all acting. There was blood on Will and Harry, which meant someone had died, and they were acting as if they had just run out to get the mail.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh, before walking closer to me and squatting down in front of me. I flinched a little, scared he was going to yell at me and tell me to hurry up and get a move on, but what he did instead shocked me.

He placed his hand on my knee, very gently, and when I wouldn't make eye contact with him, instead of grabbing my chin or making some rude remark, he used his other hand and delicately put one finger under my chin, tilting it up.

"Tate, I know that you're scared. I'm sorry you had to hear all of that, but I really need you to go upstairs and get your stuff. There will be more people coming, and we really need to get out of here," his voice was soft, almost a whisper, and it was like he only wanted me to hear it, scared that the other guys would hear him actually being somewhat decent to me.

I nodded slowly, and he reached out an arm to help me stand, steadying me as I was still shaking.

"Do you need any help?" He asked, in that same quiet voice, like this conversation was a secret that only the two of us were in on.

I shook my head, but he wasn't buying it.

He turned away from me to speak to the rest of the guys.

"Okay, we have about fifteen minutes before we need to leave, can you guys manage to be ready by then?"

"Sir yes sir!" Niall replied, saluting Harry as he did so. Abel and Will nodded and continued to gather all of their things.

Harry turned back to me.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and get your stuff," he sighed, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me out of the room.

When we got to the staircase, I could see blood spilled out across the floor of the entryway. I started to gasp but Harry shushed me.

"Don't look Tate, eyes forward." He instructed, and I did as he said gladly, no part of me wanted to see the dead bodies that all of the blood had come from.

We walked up the stairs, Harry's hand still placed on my lower back, and I had never felt more confused. Who was this and what had he done with Harry?

I know Abel had said that he wasn't all bad, but I didn't believe him. He was probably just trying to calm me down so he didn't have to deal with any of my hysterics. I didn't plan on getting used to this side of Harry, but I guess I was cherishing it for the time being.

We reached the room and I walked inside, heading over to my duffle and placing the few items I had left on the bed back in it. I zipped it shut with my unsteady hands, and reached up to put the strap on my shoulder, but before I could, Harry grabbed it from me.

I looked up at him quizically, my face feeling dry from the tears that had settled into my skin.

"I got it, don't worry," he murmured.

I opened my mouth to say something, although I wasn't sure how to react to the way he was being right now.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Just then his phone started ringing, Harry groaned and grabbed it out of his back pocket, sliding the screen open and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Yes, I know. Yes, we took care of it. Yes Whit, I know!" He sighed, sounding very tired, but then his brows scrunched up and he looked confused.

"You want us to what? For how long? Why can't we just-okay, fine, whatever. Sure, Whit, yep, anytime," and with that, he ended the call.

"Who's Whit?" I asked quietly.

"My boss. He wants us to split up for a few days, to throw them off of our tracks," he explained, pushing away the curls that had fallen down onto his forehead.

"Split up? Who's them?" I asked incredulously. I knew that it was probably in my best interest to just shut up, I really knew it, but in that moment, I couldn't help myself.

"Yes, Tate, split up. And Whit thinks it's one of our..." he trailed off, looking for a way to put what he was trying to say.

"He thinks it is one of our competitors," he shrugged, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Competitors? You mean another organized crime group, right? Someone else who wants this software?"

He gave me another one of his signature sarcastic smiles, clapping his hands together in mock praise.

"You're a quick learner! I'm so proud of you!" He replied in a patronizing tone, and just like that, he was back to his same old self. The same Harry that I know and loathe.

I pursed my lips together in annoyance, beginning to walk past him.

"Fine, then I'm going with Abel," I shrugged, but just as I was about to brush past his shoulder, he reached out and grabbed my arm, tutting disapprovingly at me.

"Um, first of all, sweetheart, you don't make the calls around here, I do. And second of all, Abel is the last person you should be with right now. I don't think Abel has ever touched a gun in his life, let alone killed a person. So if- or should I say when more people come looking for you, he will be just as terrified and helpless as you will be. You're coming with me, sadly," he sighed, mumbling the last part a bit.

My eyes widened at this, and I began to shake my head furiously.

"No, no I'm not."

Harry let out an exasperated breath, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, you are. Relax Tate, you know I can't hurt you, at least not yet anyway," he taunted.

He laughed at my mortified expression before continuing. "Besides, it's just for a few days. We will continue to communicate with the rest of the guys, and once we get the all-clear from Whit, we will all meet up at a different safe house."

I huffed in defeat and continued to walk past him down the stairs. A few days alone with Harry would feel like a lifetime, and I couldn't wait to get it over with, although part of me was glad that it was at least him, and not Will. Something about him made me uneasy in a completely different way than Harry did.

Harry's heavy footsteps trailed closely behind me, the stairs creaking under us as we made our way back downstairs. Once we reached the bottom, I turned towards the front door, momentarily forgetting what had just happened there, and I regretted it instantly.

Right outside the door I saw Will, dragging away one of three lifeless bodies, the blood pouring out from them leaving a trail as Will took them somewhere to dispose of themselves.

I felt as if I were going to be sick, my legs swaying beneath me. Right when I was positive they were going to give out, I felt a hand placed on my lower back, turning me around.

"Let's take the back exit, okay?" He suggested, his voice briefly returning to the calm tone he had used with me earlier, and I nodded, feeling numb.

We walked back through the kitchen and found Abel and Niall, slipping the last few items into their bags. Abel looked up when he saw me and walked over to me with a sympathetic smile on his face.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "You're going to be okay, Tate, remember what I told you. I'll see you in a few days."

I gave him a weak smile back. "Okay, thank you, Abel."

He nodded, patting me a couple of times on the shoulder before turning to Harry.

"Take care of her. I mean it, Styles," he warned, and his forceful tone clearly surprised Harry.

"I-I will, I promise Abel," he replied, his words catching in his throat a bit. "See you in a few days mate," he finished, looking towards me.

"You ready?" He asked, and I could tell he was trying to be on his best behavior under Abel's watchful eye.

"I guess," I shrugged, and he nodded in reply, hoisting both my bag and his further up onto his shoulder, walking towards the back door and I followed him, walking a bit faster than usual to keep up with the long strides he was taking.

He pulled open the back door to his car, tossing our bags in, before doing yet another thing that left me completely baffled.

He walked around to the passenger side door and opened it, looking at me expectantly.

"Well? Are you going to stand there with your mouth hanging open catching flies all day, or are you going to get in?"

And just like that, his courteous moment was over.

I rolled my eyes and stomped my way over to the door, hopping in and giving him the fakest smile I could muster.

He returned it, laughing a little, before shutting my door and walking over to the other side, climbing into the driver's seat. I buckled my seatbelt and slouched down into the seat, crossing my arms over my chest like a pouting child.

Harry looked over at me and scoffed, before turning the key in the ignition, sending the engine roaring to life, and began to pull out of the driveway.

As we pulled past the front of the house, I spotted Will again, walking back up the driveway, watching as he wiped the blood on his hands onto his black jeans, making me feel queasy again.

I couldn't stop myself as the words tumbled off my lips. "What is he going to do with the bodies?" I asked quietly.

Harry just sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to."

His answer was enough to shut me up for a while, and I uncrossed my arms to fiddle with my hands in my lap.

It was painfully quiet in the car again, and I was growing more uncomfortable with each passing second of silence. I glanced up from my lap and looked at Harry. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped up on the middle console, his ring clad fingers pressed against his lips. His jaw was clenched, and he had a small crease in between his eyebrows.

"It's rude to stare, you know," He smirked, sending a wave of heat flooding onto my cheeks. I quickly averted my gaze back down to my lap, acting like suddenly my hands were the most interesting things in the world.

My stomach felt unsettled, even more so than it had been. I couldn't stop thinking about the people that Harry and Will just killed. It wasn't because I felt bad about it, as I'm sure whoever they were, they were just as willing to spill blood as Harry and Will were. It made me nauseous because I was what they were trying to get. Before they showed up, I thought Harry was the worst person I could possibly ever meet, when it turns out that for now at least, he was the lesser of two evils.

I went from being the quiet girl who worked at a restaurant and spent her free time reading or watching sappy movies with her mother, just an innocent bystander, a witness to the evil in the world, to being a pawn in a very dangerous game of chess.

My wallowing and self pity were pushed to the side when Harry suddenly pulled over. I looked up to see a street that I didn't recognize. Harry turned around and reached into the backseat, rummaging around a bit until he found what he was looking for.

He extended his arm towards me, revealing what he had been searching for.

"Put these on," he demanded, handing me a baseball cap and a pair of glasses.

"Are you serious?" I scoffed. "Would you like me to put on a fake mustache as well? Or do you have another cliche disguise sitting around in your backseat?"

Harry pursed his lips together and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, I'm sure to regain his composure before he absolutely lost it.

"Tate, now."

I didn't put up any more of a fight, his tone suggesting that I should listen to him before he got upset.

I pulled the baseball cap onto my head, pulling the bill of it down. I tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ears, before sliding on the sunglasses. Harry put on a hat as well, reaching into the console to grab his sunglasses.

He exited the car, going to the backseat to grab our bags, before once again opening the door for me.

I followed him as quickly as I could, watching his eyes dart around behind his sunglasses. We walked for about three blocks before he abruptly stopped, causing me to walk straight into his back.

I teetered back from him sheepishly, mumbling an embarrassed "sorry" while looking down at my shoes. I could have sworn I saw him fighting off the beginnings of a smile.

He turned to face the road, looking back and forth for a bit before whistling and putting his hand up, summoning the taxi cab that was about to drive past us.

"Why are we taking a cab? You have a car, remember?" I asked, gesturing back down the road to the vehicle that we had just abandoned.

"Yes Tate, I know that. I just want to cover our tracks as much as possible, so we are going to take a cab for the rest of the way, just to be safe," He explained, already going to open the trunk of the cab, tossing our bags inside before swiftly closing it.

He walked around to the backseat door and opened it for me, and I sidestepped past him before sliding into the cab. Harry got in promptly after, pulling out his phone and responding to some texts.

"Where to?" The cab driver asked, and I had to stop myself from audibly gasping. I looked up into the rearview mirror and could hardly believe my eyes. I was going to try and ignore it, to remain silent and obedient like I knew Harry would want me to be, but it was too late, I had been spotted.

"Miss Tate?" Reggie asked increduously, turning around in his seat to gawk at me.

I gave him a sheepish grin and a pitiful wave, already feeling Harry's gaze burning into me.

"Hey Reg," I managed to squeak out.

"Hey, doll! How have you been, I haven't seen you since-" but he stopped once his eyes fell upon Harry.

"Since what?" Harry asked impatiently, and I could tell he was growing annoyed, like Reggie and I had an inside joke that Harry was excluded from.

"Since I gave her a ride home from work one time," Reggie answered, and I silently praised him for recovering so quickly and not exposing me.

Harry nodded hesitantly, before spitting out an address to him.

"Right away sir, and you are?" Reggie asked, peering at Harry through the rearview mirror, his dark, thick eyebrows raising under his newsboy cap, and I could see a smile tugging at his lips beneath his mustache.

"He's uh-"

"I'm Tate's boyfriend," Harry finished for me, causing me to choke on my own spit. My face was red and flustered as I gasped for air, and Reggie and Harry laughed as I tried to recover.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" Harry asked in a sweet voice, placing one of his large hands on my thigh and giving it what would seem to most people as a reassuring squeeze, but which I took as a warning to get my shit together before I blew our cover.

"I'm fine, sorry, sometimes I just uh, forget how to breathe around this guy," I chuckled awkwardly, gently punching Harry in the shoulder. He wasn't laughing though, and I retreated my hand back to my lap, wishing Harry would do the same as he kept his hand placed firmly on my thigh.

"Oh I see, I see," Reggie laughed, winking at me through the mirror. Gosh, he must have thought I was some creepy and controlling girlfriend, and that I was just following Harry home that night to see what he was up to.

Reggie talked with Harry about sports and other random subjects that people usually brought up in small talk conversation, while I just stared at Harry's hand, wishing I could use the force and move it with my mind. His palm was searing hot against my skin, sending a fleet of goosebumps sailing across my skin anytime he moved it slightly.

"Right, well, here we are, lovebirds!" Reggie called in a singsong voice, and I snapped my eyes up to see where we had stopped.

Shit.

It was Harry's flat. This probably only further convinced Reggie that I was a psycho stalker girlfriend, and I mentally slapped myself in the face repeatedly.

"Thank you so much for the ride, Reggie," Harry gushed, and I had to stop myself from laughing at his fake politeness.

"Of course! It was lovely to see you again Tate! And young man, you better take care of this one! She's one of the most interesting people I've ever met!" He exclaimed, turning around and wagging a finger at Harry.

Harry laughed and turned to me in fake adoration.

"She sure is."

AN: YAY REGGIE!! I LOVED HIM SO MUCH SO OF COURSE I HAD TO BRING HIM BACK!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR OVER 1K READS! I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE LOVING READING THIS STORY AS MUCH AS I LOVE WRITING IT! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! I SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE CHAPTER 16 UP TONIGHT OR EARLY TOMORROW! ILY ALL!!!!! xx