The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 37

What the fuck?

You know when you get scared and then it feels like there are a million little needles under your skin threatening to peak out, well that was me right now.

I wasn't scared like I was in danger, just nervous scared.

I was darting my eyes around the room, suddenly feeling like I was naked, or like a little deer around a bunch of wolves or something, I felt extremely uncomfortable and vulnerable, I want to be next to Harry.

The whole dance floor of the club was full of guys that I can only assume are part of the gang, some spread out on the couches and some just standing in a huge group, there might have been about 100 of them here.

Were they having a meeting or something?

Surely Harry would have told me if he didn't want me to walk in on this, I told Adrian to let him know I was finishing early?

I know Harry said there was a lot of them but even this little group of them was very intimidating, how have I never noticed them on the streets before?

They all looked relatively the same, like the oozed this daunting presence, they all had either leather or denim jackets on, all with that same red patch I've realised they all wear, they all had guns at their sides or some switchblades.

They were staring at me apprehensively, I recognised a few of them actually, two of them from the café, two from the night they almost fucking shot me and two that looked familiar but I don't know where from.

I would feel a lot better next to Harry, I know I'm safe and everything but they were very intimidating and usually I wouldn't be so scared, but for someone that gets nervous around intimidating men, and now in standing in a room full of them...ummm I'm a little on edge.

I took a step forward to walk over to Harry, still looking at the group of guys, but I instantly froze when a few of them copied my movement, moving their hands to rest on their guns and stepping towards me, a few of them even stepping closer to the guys at the bar.

"Woah okay" I laughed nervously standing still, I darted my worried eyes to Harry at the bar, he looked stressed but quickly pushed it away, shaking his head to focus and looking at all the men.

"Woah okay, stand down, it's okay," he said, raising his voice so they could all hear.

They didn't even question what he said, they just did what he asked, stepping back and not even focusing on me again.

Okay...

I quickly rushed over to where Harry was standing at the bar, before I had even got to him, he was walking towards the end of the bar with his arm out, he wrapped it around my back, pulling me close to him and urging me to walk in the direction he wanted.

I felt a lot better being next to him.

He ushered me behind the bar asking me "You alright?" to which I nodded, he was walking me over to where the other three were standing but when we were about 3 metres away he stopped, turning me around so my back was to the bar.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me.

"I'm picking you up," I told him like it should be obvious, we organised it.

"Yeah at seven you said" he pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time "It's only ten past six"

"I got let off early, I told Adrian to tell you, is it okay that I'm here?" I asked, turning my head to look over my should behind me, but before I could, Harry's pointer finger came up to the side of my face, forcing me to turn it back straight on and look at him again.