No Control

We waited for anything else to happen, but nothing did for the next five minutes.

“What the hell does that mean?” I panicked, and Harry shook his head without taking his eyes off the screen. He looked like he was in some sort of trance, “What do we do?”

He thought for a minute, looking as lost as I felt, “I don’t know.. keep watching?”

“For what the next half hour?” My voice was loud now, I think it was the panic in me that was controlling my volume button, “What if we stay here for the next half hour and he comes bursting through that door?”

Harry glanced at me, “We can take it with us.. that way we won’t be in this office and if anything comes up, we’ll still see it.”

“What if we don’t want to see anything that comes up?”

Harry’s eyes softened as he took in the fact I was completely shitting myself now, he grabbed one of my hands and began to rub the top of it with his thumb, “We’ll be fine, Mia. He can’t come through the laptop, can he?”

I nodded, “Alright.”

“Come on, we’d better get back.. at least now we have something in our favor.” He says, grabbing the butterfly knife. I grab the laptop, not even bothering to shut it to make sure I don’t somehow mess it up, and we head back towards the third floor where Dax and the teachers are.

When we reached the nurses office, I knocked on the door and Harry kept lookout to make sure the creep wouldn’t attack us from behind. After a minute, Ms. Roberts unlocked and opened the door. Harry let me go in first, and after he was in he locked the door back up.

“Is he still out?” I asked, referring to Mr. Clark who was exactly where we left him. Some of the blood from his head was cleaned up though, so that was good.

“Yeah, but at least he’s still breathing.” She says, putting the ice pack on her cheek, “What’s that?”

“This is the laptop that you thumped the bastards head with.”

“Why do you have it?”

“Look at the message on it.” I tell her, and she glances at the screen.

Before she could say anything, Harry rushes over to us with a worried look on his face, “Where’s Dax?” I looked around the room, he wasn’t in here anymore.

“He went back to the main hall to check on the others, we heard a scream.” She told us, making a shot of panic run through me.

“FUCK,” Harry yells, and runs straight for the door.

“He went to see if they were alright, I don’t know who screamed, but he went to check on them.” Ms. Roberts tried to justify.. I’m assuming she’s now realizing it wasn’t the best idea to let him venture out on his own. Harry unlocked the door and swung it open, and I groan at the thought of having to run after him once again.

“Harry wait,”

“I can’t wait, Mia, that idiot wants to play superman and go out there on his own, so waiting isn’t really an option right now.”

“He took a pair of scissors with him-” Ms. Roberts says, as if that would calm Harry down, “he’s got something to protect him.”

I looked back to Harry, “He’s got something to defend himself with.”

Harry glared back at me, his expression was unreadable, “You know that isn’t going to stop me, right?”

I sighed, “Yeah, I know, but a girl has to try.” I walked to Mr. Clark and motioned for Ms. Roberts over as well, “Help me lift him up.”

“Why?” She asks.

“We need to get back to the hall so everyone’s together again, we don’t need anymore splitting up.” I tell her.

The two of us heave him up into a sitting position before pulling him off of the bed. I was groaning the whole time, trying to support his weight. For a young and hot guy this dude weighed about the same as Missy Elliot in her bloated days.

An annoyed sigh comes from the door and Harry walks over, “Get out of the way.”

He pulled Mr. Clark from us and in one swift motion, slung him over one of his shoulders. I stared at him in complete shock.. I definitely was impressed with his feat of strength.

“Mia, grab the knife out of my pocket.” He tells me, just as we get into the hallway.

“Why?”

“Because if someone tries to attack us, I won’t be able to reach it, now stop asking questions and just grab it.” He snapped.

“Jeez.. calm down.” I muttered, walking over to him. I dug my hand in one of his pockets, which happened to be empty, then moved to the other. There were random coins and a few gum wrappers in this one, so I then had to result in moving to the back pockets, where I found the knife. I looked back up at Harry, and even though he was struggling to carry the deadweight on his one shoulder, he managed to crack a smile.

“Not even ashamed to say I took great pleasure from that.” He says, and without waiting for my quick-witted remark, he turned around and made his way down the hall. I followed behind him, and Ms. Roberts was behind me, and soon enough we reached the main hall without any trouble.

Back in the main hall, everyone was pretty much where we left them.. Callie was still on the couch.. now only Niall moved to it with her, Kevin was still in the chair, and Liam ended up sitting on the floor next to him. Both me and Harry breathed a sigh of relief when we saw Dax leaning on the wall by one of the speakers.

“Oh my god, is he alive?” Callie gasps, her mouth was hanging wide open as she stared at Mr. Clark slumped over Harry’s shoulders.

“Yeah he is-” He says, then narrows his eyes on Niall, “-get up.”

Nial nods, and stands up from the couch. Harry walks over and slings Mr. Clark down on it, letting out an exhausted groan once the weight was off of his shoulder. He then walked over to Dax and wasted no time in punching him in the arm.

“What the hell man?” Dax grits his teeth, holding his arm, and looking at Harry in shock.

“You need to stop disappearing you toolbag.” He tells him, and Dax rolls his eyes. I guess he was used to Harry treating him like his own child.. always protecting him and making sure he was never alone. I will say though, he did have more patience than me because if I were Dax, I would have slapped Harry right now for being such an overprotective douche. It was a kind gesture, but I can only imagine how annoying it gets after a while.

“Did you find him?” Liam asks the two of us, and I realize Dax had already filled everyone in about what happened on our little field trip.

I shook my head, “No, we went by the office, but the only person in there was Miles.”

“Dead?” Niall asks, and Callie glares at him like he’s an idiot.

“No, he came back to life.” She tells him with a sarcastic tone, to which Niall shrugs and gives me a look that says ‘just making sure.’

“So there was nothing else?” Dax asks.

“This and a bra,” I answer, holding up the butterfly knife.

“A bra?” Callie repeats, clearly she doesn’t care much about the thing that could save our lives, but she more-so cares about a random bra.

Harry laughs and glances at me, “It wasn’t either of ours as we established.” He tells her and wiggles a finger between the two of us, “Oh yeah, and a laptop.”

“Yeah, Dax says you whacked him with it.. high-five for that one sista’ girl” Niall smiled at Ms. Roberts and raises one of his hands in the air, she looked confused at first, but then engaged in his action and high-fived him.

“The laptop had a message on it.” I tell everyone, and suddenly all eyes and ears were on me. Both me and Harry explained the weird message, and we took it incase something came up on it for us to watch, but we didn’t want to stay in the office if it was only some kind of trap.

I noticed Callie, Niall and Liam exchange a look as they glanced between me and Harry. They even shot a look at Ms. Roberts and Mr. Clark sort of like they were making sure of something, then the confused eyes were back on us.

“So if you took it with you-” Liam started, his head cocked to the side and his eyebrows furrowed, “-then where is it?”

I was just about to open my mouth to reply, then I froze. I looked to Harry, who was mirroring my expression. After a few minutes of silence and staring at each other with our mouths hanging wide open, we started a round of swear words ironically as they bounced off the wall. It was like the flubber version of cursing.

We forgot the fucking laptop.

-

“How is it my fault?” I yelled back at Harry.

“It was your duty to bring it down!”

“I was holding the knife!”

“I was holding the English teacher!”

I rolled my eyes, “You could have reminded me.”

“I didn’t think I needed to, it was kind of a given to bring the damn thing down.”

“Wow, well I’m sorry that it slipped my mind, it’s not like there’s a lot going on right now.”

He laughed an unhumorous laugh, “Oh fuck up making excuses woman!”

“Don’t swear at me you baboon’s ass!”

“What are you going to do Barbie? Scratch me?”

“I’ll claw those beady little eyes of yours right out Styl-”

“ENOUGH!” Liam screamed, standing to his feet and coming between me and Harry.

Since we had discovered that the laptop was completely forgotten about, and still on the counter of the nurses office, neither myself or Harry could put the blame on ourselves, so naturally we put it on each other.

“We need to remain calm.” Liam tells us, his voice was calm and composed.. it almost sounded like he was trying to meditate, “This could’ve happened to anyone, this is nobody’s fault, alright?”

Both me and Harry opened our mouths to argue against that point, but Liam raised his hand to make both of us stay quiet, “This was nobody’s fault.” My glare never left Harry, and his never left mine. Liam lowered his hand slowly, making sure we were going to keep our mouths shut.

“What are we going to do now?” Dax asks, looking between me and Harry, we didn’t reply though.. we were too busy trying to kill each other with our eyes.

“Someone needs to go get it, I guess.” Ms. Roberts spoke up.

“Who though?” Niall asks.

I let out an annoyed scoff, “Well I guess it’s going to be me and this asshole isn’t it?” It was true, and it was our fault even though it wasn’t, but half the people in this room right now would cry if we tried to force them out of it. I began walking towards the door, not wanting to waste any time, “Come on Styles.” I called over my shoulder when I realized he wasn’t following behind me.

“Are you sure this is wise?” Liam asks, “I mean you two aren’t exactly on good terms right now.”

“This is a perfect time to go out there. If I bump into the psycho with the mood I’m in now, I’ll practically be screaming for him to come at me.” I tell him sarcastically, and I roll my eyes when I hear Harry let out a laugh.

“Be safe.” Niall’s voice was the last thing I heard as we left the hall, and the door closed behind us.

I was still marching on ahead, and I heard Harry pick up his pace as he jogged to catch up, “Will you wait on me woman?” He says.

“No, walk on your own.”

“I would, but you’ve got the knife.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me right now while I hold this knife, pretty boy.”

Harry comes to a halt and grabs my wrist to stop me with him, “You need to calm down.. holding a knife and being pissed is never a good combination.”

“Not for you,” I smiled bitterly at him, and he looked down at me with and unamused expression.

“Done with the death threats?” He questions.

“I will never be done with death threats when it comes to you.” I answer, and he shakes his head at me.

“So aggressive,” He smirks, “Are you like this in all aspects of your life? If you know what I mean.”

For probably the millionth time in the past five minutes, I glare at him then continue to make my way down the hall and to the stairs, leaving a laughing Harry to catch up behind me. Again, we climb the stairs.. I swear if I keep kept this up I was going to have legs of steel. Although, that doesn’t sound too bad.. I mean the more leg muscle I have, the harder my kicks to Harry’s balls will be.

I was the first to arrive to the nurses office, Harry was a few seconds behind me. Sure enough, the laptop was where we left it.

“Do I need to tell you to grab it orrr?....” Harry asks with a sarcastic smile. I flip him off and without hesitation, I throw the knife at him, not even bothering to close the blade. Harry dodges it, then runs across the room to pick it up, “Jesus Mia, are you really trying to kill me?”

“Is it that obvious?” I mutter, and walk over to the laptop. I froze before I could even grab the monitor, my eyes widened and my heart rate quickened, “Harry?”

“What?” He snapped, clearly still pissed I tried to strike him with the pointy blade. I looked at him with pleading eyes and he un-stiffened, he could tell something was wrong now. He jogged over to me and glanced down at the screen.

‘Pass go and collect your prize at door number three’
“What the hell does that mean?” Harry asks.

I racked my brain, trying to make sense of the words on the screen, but I kept coming up with a blank. I look at the door and slowly walk into the hallway, scanning it to figure out what the new message could mean.

“Mia,” Harry’s voice snapped at me, I turned to face him, his eyes were glued to the floor by my feet. I ever-so-slowly followed his stare down.

I jumped back like it was going to hurt me.. because right where I stood at the threshold of the door, was the word ‘GO’ written in bold, red letters. My heart dropped into my stomach and my pulse quickened, I felt my palms get clammy and breathing stopped on the spot. The message on the floor apparently kicked my Lara Croft right in the nose because she was gone.

I turned to Harry, “Alright, I’m not mad at you anymore, so please come here.” I begged, I needed him here with me now, I needed something that made me feel less scared.

Harry nodded and came to my side, not even making a remark, or making me beg for forgiveness and apologize for being a little bitch two minutes ago, “So, if this is go.. where’s door number three?” He asks.

“This is the worst game of monopoly ever.” I whine, and he takes a step forward to go further out into the hall. I hadn’t even realized my hand shot up to grab his arm until it connected with it. He looked down at my hand, then up to my face, giving me a reassuring nod.

“I’m here okay? Don’t be such a girl about it.” His joke wasn’t meant to offend me, and I noticed that once his smile grew into the calming, hypnotic classic Harry Styles smile.

“I am not a girl.. I am not a girl.” I chanted to myself in an attempt to muster up a little bit of courage. He looked over at me like he was about to bust from trying to hold in his laughter.

“Those B cups that keep staring at me say otherwise, sweetheart.” Harry glanced down at my chest, and I narrowed my eyes on him. I was actually kind of thankful though because he was trying to get my mind off of the fact I was terrified. He looked back down the hallway and took a few more steps.

Without a word, he shook off my hand and it fell to my side. Before I could whine though, his hand reached out he wrapped his fingers through mine. I looked down at our interlaced hands and my eyes widened.

It felt so wrong, yet so right.. my mind was screaming, ‘what the fuck Mia?’ I was shocked, boy was I shocked, but at the same time I didn’t want to let go. I was thankful to have to contact. I was thankful that someone was here with me. We slowly walked down the hall.

“Thank god there’s no boiling water around here..” Harry said, and the smile came to me so fast that I was a little surprised by it.

Harry stopped in the middle of the hallway and glanced at a few classrooms as he thought something over in his head. His face was scrunched up, it actually looked like he was taking a shit.

“You look like you’re trying to hold back a fart. What are you thinking?” I asked.

“Funny.. and I am trying to figure out which door is door number three.”

I looked over to where he was looking. Next to the nurses office was a janitors closet, so that wasn’t the right door. Then, there was the teacher’s lounge room so that couldn’t be it. Then, there was a History classroom.. I remembered because it was Callie's homeroom last year and I’d walk her to it every morning. It was the third door down this hall.

I knew Harry was falling behind in math, but I didn’t think he’d struggle that much to count to three.

“That one,” I said, and pointed to the classroom.

“Yeah..” He whispered.

He began pulling me along with him to the door, holding the knife directly in front of him.. ready to use in case anyone was behind that door. It was cracked, and with the sharp end of the knife, Harry pushed it open then stepped back a little. After we realized that nobody was going to pounce on us, we walked fully into the room.

My free hand flew to my mouth as I saw her. She was on the desk at the front of the room, with one arm hanging off the edge and blood dripping down it. Her eyes were wide open, and her head was hung back off the desk, staring directly at us.

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