Nothing but Trouble {Harry Styles Punk/ AU}

Chapter 14

The weekend with Niall was very frustrating for the fact that I still had no clue why I was there. No one other than Niall would talk to me. I avoided Curls with every chance I had and he did the same with me. Niall and I were closer than we were before because he was just there to talk to me if I got lonely or fidgety. Neither my boyfriend or Kayla called me for the weekend I was there, nor did they call me that following Monday.

When I entered the school doors, all eyes from every student in the hallway landed on me with a certain look. I didn't know if it was hate or fear. The only two people who didn't look at me like that was Tristan and Hannah, they ran up to me and gave a tight hug. Something I really did miss from Kayla and Brad; their faces and name ran through my mind through this entire weekend. Why hadn't they called me? Why was it difficult to talk to me when I was only a hour away?

"We thought you were a goner!" Hannah exclaimed quite dramatically, squeezing me tightly before giving a wide grin. Tristan was glaring past my shoulder but I was sure she was glaring at Niall and his gang, not even going to mention Curls' name. It just sends shivers down my body.

"Honestly," Tristan started, shifting her eyes back to mine, "you gave us a heart attack. Don't leave our sights at parties anymore. Glad you're safe and unharmed."

I gave her my best smile before walking to my class with my head down, eyes still following me. Jackson came out of nowhere and pulled me behind a wall, glaring down at me when I looked up at him from shock.

"Why the hell were you with those boys?!" he whisper yelled at me, gripping my arm tighter but ignoring the brave onlookers. I didn't answer his question nor say a word, not even sure how to answer that question. "Fucking hell, answer me!"

I flinched away from him and tugged on my arm a bit, my eyes widening with fear. From seeing Harry point that gun at me, I knew I wasn't protected from everything. I knew I could get hurt no matter who I as. Jackson wasn't excluded from me getting hurt. He stayed quiet as he waited for me to answer him though I still stayed quiet. I had to admit that he was quite scary like this and I didn't like this side of him. I never did.

We stayed like this for about five minutes; him gripping my upper arm to the point that it turned red and our eyes connected, his glaring into my own.

"I don't believe your father would appreciate to see his daughter come home with a bruise." A deep voice spoke from beside us and it was one that I didn't want to be near. Though I was happy he was here because Jackson soon let go of my arm and turned his glare to Curls.

"And I don't believe that this was any of your business, Styles. So go back to the hell hole you crawled from." Jackson shot back, his hand reaching to his back pocket but that ignited Curls and his friends to do the same. Did they bring a gun to school? "Or we can just have you back in jail for kidnapping my sister and abusing her."

To say that Curls was angry would be the wrong description because I could swear that his eyes turned from their bright color to dark ones. The hallway was empty by now and there were no cameras in this section of the school I came to find out as I looked around the hallway for some sign of help. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Niall was waving me over to where they were so I wouldn't be in the middle of this. I slowly started to walk over, not wanting to alarm Jackson, but I guess he saw Niall because he gripped my arm tightly again. It was getting painful. A soft cry escaped my lips with a mixture of pain and shock, I don't think I've ever seen Jackson this angry before.

"I'll fucking kill you if you bring that up again." Curls snarled, taking a step forward and pulling out the same gun he threatened me with the other time. Jackson pulled out his own gun and pointed it at Curls, smirking a bit but Curls spoke before him, "You don't even deserve to fucking touch her."
Jackson laughed loudly and tilted his head, grinning at Curls with the creepiest smile I have ever seen. "Think I will listen to you? Remember, Styles, she's my 'sister'. I don't think you have a say on who touches her and who doesn't. Annabelle, go to your class and don't you dare fucking talk to either of those boys."

With that, he shoved me towards the entrance of the hall and gave me a glare that caused me to start speed walking to my first class of the day. I was beyond confused. I was confused about why he was acting like that. I was confused about why he said 'sister' differently. And I was confused as to why him and Curls were being like that in public. Especially with a gun.
I arrived to my class in about five minutes, just sitting in my seat quietly and ignoring all the stares that I was receiving. I was going to figure this out whether it killed me or not.
Sounds like fun.

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(A/N: SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! HUGE WRITER'S BLOCK. UGH. ANYWAYS! FOLLOW MY IG ITS @/Juliakeienburg )