Styles Sense (h.s)

CHAPTER 11

Mayas POV-

I sat in the car picking my nails till all the colorful yellow nail polish was gone.

My god what did Harry get me into?

The rain smacks the car.

I ram my finger into the sound button on the radio muting the music.

I was alone with my thoughts and the pounding rain.

It's been 15 minutes since Harry left me here.
10 minutes since Louis called.

I notice Harry's cigarettes placed in the drivers side holder. I reach over his seat and pull one out of the container. I grab the lighter from my tiny purse and stick the cigarette into my freshly coated red lips.

I hate smoking.

I lift my fingers into my perfectly straight brunette hair tugging with frustration.

I want to go home.

Before another negative thought can hit me in the head. My door yanks open causing me to loose my balance and tip out into the rain.

My hair immediately soaks along with the rest of my body and clothes.

The cigarette drops from my lips falling into a small puddle.

I switch my eyes up to see Niall standing above me with his hands under my back. He forces me back up before tangling our hands together.

He smelled so strongly of alcohol my nose crinkled up.

His voice shouts over the rain fall.

"Follow me!"

I nod at him before unbuckling my seat belt. I hop out of the car gliding through the trees with Niall pulling me.

Where are we going?

Nialls hand was large and very roughed up but it was comforting to hold.

We must have been running for 5 minutes straight before we came to Louis.

My stilettos were destroyed and coated with mud. My feet ached miserably.

Louis stood with his back to me and Niall. Hunched over. His hair flipped down from the rain. His muscles poked through the wet fabric of his tank top and jeans.

Niall stopped pulling and turned back to look at me. He signaled a quick nod telling me to wait here.

I sighed but agreed.

What is Louis doing?

Niall inches toward Louis hunching over as well. Louis shifts his body weight from one foot to another nervously.

Oh fuck it what are they looking at?

I crouch down to pull my heals off my tired dirty feet.

Removing the fancy shoes felt like heaven.

I walked towards Louis and Niall my feet absorbing rain as I stepped. When I arrived to them I looked down to see Harry crouched on the floor.

My jaw dropped.

I stood there looking like an utter idiot with my mouth hanging open. Rain dripping in.

Harry was covered in blood and dirt. His skin was coated in bruises and cuts. His left cheek had a slash multiple inches wide along with one on his forehead.