TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 39 //

Delilah Allen

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Harry fucking Styles." I hear a voice behind us say, and it makes me jump in fright before I turn around.

Behind us, walking out of the dark alley is a man wearing dark clothes and a hood over his head, he looks dirty as hell. He has a long beard, but I believe without it he would look young, Harry's age maybe.

I feel a little more at ease when I look up at Harry who has a blank expression, I guess he knows the guy so it should be fine. I keep my fingers in his belt with my arm around his hips.

"Lovely to see you mate, what's it been 5, 6 years?" The man says, but I get the idea that his tone is sarcastic.

"Hi, Liam." Harry finally speaks up.

"Life's good I see. What's this doll's name?" Liam, who Harry just identified asks, looking me up and down. I shift awkwardly, still holding onto Harry.

"None of your fucking business." Harry spits and then Liam immediately steps forward, trying to grab Harry's shirt. He misses though and instead, Harry pushes him back.

He stumbles back and then falls to the ground with a hard thud. I'm not sure what to do, so I just take a step back, I have a feeling this guy may be dangerous, and honestly, I just want to get out of here.

"Mate you're high as fuck, just piss off," Harry says looking down at him like he's irritated with the situation. Unlike me who is feeling a desperate need to call 911.

From the ground, he stares at me with an evil grin, wiping his mouth. Harry steps in front of me, so I'm not visible to Liam.

"Don't you ever tell me what to do, you ruined my fucking life asshole." He gets up after struggling for a few seconds. Harry just shrugs instead of saying anything to him.

"Does Zayn know about this one?" He asks nodding in my direction. None of this conversation is really making sense to me, I fucking wish I knew what's going on.

"Liam stop talking about her or so help me God, I will slit your throat," Harry says without any hesitation, and if I'm being honest his words catch me a little of guard. I've gotten so used to the way he is when no one is around, that I forgot he is actually a violent person. I don't think he's serious though, well I really, really hope he isn't.

"I'm gonna get you one day, Styles..." He walks closer and looks past Harry right at me. "Or maybe I'll just take her." His words haven't even been processed in my mind yet, before I see Harry lounge forward and his first collides with Liam's jaw, with an impact I don't even want to imagine feeling.

"Go..." He says when he turns around to me and pushes me on my hip. He doesn't have to tell me twice.

I quickly start walking in the other direction, and after he hovered above Liam for a few more seconds, he followed me.

"Pussy!" Liam shouts from the ground, with blood leaking from his mouth.

When Harry catches up with me, he grabs my hand, and his pace quickens dragging me behind him as we pass a couple of blocks. After we turned for the 5th time I pull his hand back, stopping in my tracks, I can't breathe.

"Wait," I say out of breath and then I take a step back, leaning against the wall of whatever building this is. He comes to stand right in front of me and he stares down at me, waiting for me to catch my breath.

When I finally feel like I'm not dying anymore, I look up at him. "I'm sorry." He mutters, his tone sounds hopeless.

"What was that?" I ask shrugging.