Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

13: part one

"John. What are you talking about?" I asked.

My gaze shifted between the door and the man next to me who looked to be having a nervous breakdown with a gun in his hand.

"Heaven."

It felt like someone dumped a bucket of water over me. My head snapped over in his direction.

He was planning on killing us both.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed like I was some child who's just asked for the fifth time if they could have a candy bar.

"We're both reuniting with our families, Jessica. You're the only person I've ever met who is just like me. Your parents were murdered. They were your only family. Just like mine were."

"Your family doesn't have to be blood, John."

He scoffed.

"Who's your family then? Your boyfriend? The people who work for you? That's not family, Jessica. They're obligated to support you. Hell, you pay them! Your family loved you no matter what you said or what you did. Your friends? They'll turn away from you the moment their own wellbeing is threatened. See, but your family wouldn't do that."

His eyes burned with intensity.

I tried not to listen to what he was saying, and to focus more on trying to get the hell out of here without the solution involving a body bag.

"When did you lose your family, John?" I asked, diverting the conversation subject to himself.

His eye twitched. "In 2005. It was a freeway shooting in Oregon."

"How old were you?"

"Thirteen."

"What happened afterwards?"

He talked about how he was put in the foster system instead of the care of his grandparents.

While he spoke, I could hear very soft voices out in the hallway. There were multiple people outside the door from what I could tell.

That's good. It's okay. Keep him talking.

"Did you like any of the people you lived with?" I asked once I noticed he stopped speaking. I casually sat down on the foot of the bed.

"No."

"What was wrong with them?"

Instead of listening, I tried concentrating on the noises outside of the room. I couldn't tell if it really was Jane's voice or if I was just hearing things.

Jane. Oh, what I would give to see her right now.

"Are you ready?"

"Huh?" I looked over at him. We'd been sitting in silence for some time.

He looked me in the eye, and dare I say he looked hopeful. "It's quiet. We can do it now. It's perfect."