Undone

Trigger Warning: blood and violence

Amara Reed

The air in the room feels charged, like we're standing on the edge of something we can't quite see yet. The easy jokes and smirks from earlier fade into a tense, focused silence as reality sinks in. This isn't just another job for Niall's crew—it's our only shot at getting out of this alive.

Harry's pacing near the window, his footsteps muffled against the worn floorboards. His eyes keep darting to the door, like he's half-expecting Vasquez's men to kick it in at any moment. I can see the way his jaw tightens, the tension coiling in his shoulders. He doesn't trust them. Hell, I'm not sure I do either.

Louis, Liam, and Zayn, though? They're perfectly calm. Like this is just another Tuesday night. Louis is humming to himself, tapping a beat against the wall with his knuckles, like he's already imagining the explosions. Liam's checking his pockets for gear, calm and methodical, while Zayn stands in the corner, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unreadable.

Niall, of course, is the only one who looks like he's enjoying this. He leans back in his chair, balancing it on two legs, a smug grin plastered across his face like he's got everything under control.

Harry finally stops pacing, pinching the bridge of his nose like he's trying to stave off a headache. "I still can't believe this is the plan."

Niall chuckles, dropping the chair back onto all fours with a loud thud. "You'll thank me when we're sipping drinks on a beach somewhere."

Harry shoots him a glare. "If we make it that far."

The tension thickens, heavy and suffocating, but before Harry can say anything else, Niall claps his hands together like we're all about to head out for a picnic instead of planning a high-stakes escape. "Right then. Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's get down to business."

Louis pushes off the wall, stretching like he's just woken up from a nap. "About time. I've got some ideas for distractions, but I'll need a few things. You know, fireworks, maybe a little gasoline..."

Harry groans under his breath. "This is going to get us killed."

Louis flashes him a grin. "Nah, mate. It's gonna be fun."

Meanwhile, Liam is already rifling through a duffel bag on the table, pulling out maps and scribbled notes. "We'll need to hit the shipment from two angles," he says, all business now. "Zayn, you and I can handle the dock workers and guards. Louis, you'll make sure they're too busy panicking to notice these two slipping out with the goods."

Zayn nods, his arms crossed over his chest, the tattoos on his skin shifting as he moves. "I'll disable the security systems. No alarms. No cameras. They won't even know we were there until we're long gone."

I glance at Harry, but he's staring at the maps, his jaw clenched tight. I know he hates this plan, hates them, but he doesn't have a better option. Neither do I.

Niall leans over the table, tapping a spot on the map. "We'll rendezvous here after it's done. Quiet little spot outside the city. If anyone makes it out alive, that's where we regroup."

Louis chuckles. "If?"

Niall grins. "Hey, I like to keep things realistic."

The room falls into a tense silence as everyone processes the plan. Finally, Harry steps back from the table, shaking his head. "I still think this is a bad idea."

Niall claps him on the shoulder. "And yet, here you are."

Harry shoots him a look but doesn't argue.

I clear my throat. "When do we move?"