Tongue Tied [H.S]

009

Harry Styles

I release my grip on her throat and slowly back away. Watching her grab where my hands just were and slide down the wall behind her. My stomach drops and I feel my throat tighten. I swallow and step over the unconscious guard next to me as I begin walking away. I hear Luna quietly sobbing to herself, but I don't turn back.

As I'm walking down the fire escape stairs, I feel the burner phone in my pocket vibrate. I pick it up. "yep".

"outside. Black van. Be quick." I hear the person on the other end say before quickly hanging the up. I begin jogging towards the exit door and as I open it, I see the black van as described in the short phone call parked out back. I run over as they slide open the side door and I jump in. as I jump in, I look up and see my partner Niall across from me, his blonde hair messy as usual. I notice his furrowed brow and unimpressed look on his face.

"hey Niall" I casually say, as if I wasn't just arrested by The Commission.

"hey Niall? Seriously? That's all I fucking get for helping you get out of the fucking situation you just got yourself in? are you kidding me styles?" he yells at me from across the van.

"hey, it's not my fault Sam put me up for a gig that got me fucking arrested. It wasn't my intention, believe me." I yell back, slouching down in my seat.

Niall sighs and slouches down in his seat next to me. "I know man, it's just so fucked, this could've gone to absolute shit real fast if they knew we were out back like that"

"I know..." I respond. Clenching my jaw and running my hands through my hair. I look into the driver's seat and notice one of the senior members of the Valencia driving the van. I keep playing it back in my mind. Me holding Luna against the wall, I remember the fear in her eyes. I didn't want to do it, but she left me no choice. I told her not to move.

It was a quiet ride to the headquarters. About an hours drive. We pull up and hop out of the van, when we get inside, I make my way to Sam's office, knowing he will want to speak with me. I walk through the crowd of Valencia members, staring at me. I guess everyone fucking knows I was caught.

Fuck me.

I walk into Sam's office and stand at the doorway, not knowing what he was about to say. His eyes stay glued to his computer.

"sit" he says to me.

I walk over to the seat across from him and sit down, slouching down and taking a deep breath in.

"I didn't tell them anything Sam."

"I never said you did Styles. But what you did was very dumb. We can't have members who don't know how to get out of sticky situations. It's too risky. Do you understand?"

I sit in silence and give no response. I honestly don't give a fuck what Sam has to say, he's an absolute cockhead. It wasn't my fault I got arrested. He can punish me all he wants because I know that's exactly where this conversation is going.

"we have to get revenge Harry. Knowing The Commission, they've put a tracker in you somewhere, they're going to come for you and we need to avoid that at all costs" Sam explains to me whilst fiddling with a pen in his right hand.

I furrow my brows. "what do you mean 'get revenge'? how would we even go abouts doing that?" I question, unsure what he means by that.

"well Harry, we are the Valencia. We have a reputation to uphold, and if we just let them get away with capturing one of our members without them having to deal with any backlash, then that won't look good for us now would it?"