hellbound | h.s

thirteen

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A few hours before...

I couldn't tell you why I decided to go into The Royals.

I mean I could blame it on boredom but who really knows. I mean, logically I should know, but I don't. Sue me.

I got ready for what I planned to be a simple walk around paris in some black jean shorts and a brown tank top type thing. After changing into a quick outfit, I left without a soul purpose of where so was going. Sage, Ev and Mads were all busy and I didn't have work considering it's a Saturday.

Imagine being bored on a Saturday night. How embarrassing is that.

When I passed the royals on my walk, I don't know why I chose to go in, but I did. When I stepped foot into the club, I saw a performance going on, though I couldn't see who. So as anyone would, I went fully into the club, where the crowd of people is. I had no idea that who was performing was Harry and the rest of Hellbound. It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him. He quite honestly scares the shit out of me. But it's fine because I wasn't planning on conversing with anyone anyway, let alone him. He's a dickwad. I don't speak to dickwads.

I went out to get out of the apartment, it was getting stuffy in there. This was the first place I could think of. Yes, some could say I have a death wish but that just seems a little harsh. Maybe I'm just the adventurous type, living life on the edge.

Maybe it was the thrill of me possibly dying in this hell of a place. Though I knew it was very unlikely. Let's not even go down the death route, he's only bluffing. Harry just likes to lie. To scare people. Make them feel weak. Particularly me.

One thing I do have to admit when seeing Harry perform is that he isn't half bad. I wish I could say he is a sucky singer but he just isn't. And I hate that because I want to hate everything that has to do with him.

I was planning on leaving right when I saw him but stayed for a whole song, actually secretly but liking what the band was playing. The song had a good beat, and the guitar was fucking cool.

I did leave after that one song though, not wanting to look Harry in the eyes any longer as he played. His familiar green eyes. I was going to follow through on that until I noticed that I had forgotten my phone at the club, I don't know where I would have put it, it's not like I was there for a long time. And that's when literally everything went wrong.

I probably had left it on the bar top, I was already a little ways away from the club so I had to walk all the way back. Lucky me.

I did achieve my phone after doing all that walking and stumbled across a few doors on my way out that looked run down and fun to open. A loud noise came from one of the doors, which intrigued me. I'm all about adventures these days, you know that. Being the nosey person I am, I opened one of the doors a smidge to see something I was not expecting.

What I wasn't expecting to see was Harry Styles talking to some random guy, in a menacing way might I add.

I wanted to leave right then and there but it was already too late for that. I saw Harry punch the boy in the face and I was paralyzed in the spot I was standing in. What made me unintentionally gasp is seeing Harry pull out a fucking gun and shooting it without any hesitation whatsoever.

That gasp was a big mistake on my part because he looked back right when I did. He saw me standing there like I had just seen a ghost.

His eyes widened as well as mine and it took a few seconds to realize where I was before I ran. I just fuckin' dipped. Or at least tried to. I tried to get out of the building as fast as possible but was stopped short by the grab of my wrist. Shit. Fuck, fuck. Shit.