“Oh my God it’s Harry Styles!” I heard an ear piercing scream, I turned to Louis, and he jerked his head at a half open window that lead to a fire escape. I followed him to it as he forced it up with the palms of his hands and pushed it up far enough to get under and out of it and I followed suit, slamming it shut behind me before moving out of eyesight of anyone that could be in the building.
“Go,” I urged Louis.
He began hurtling down the steps before catching his toe on the seventh step and slamming to the ground.
“Louis!” I screamed out.
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Wendy, January, Wendy, January. Their names spun round and round and round like a roulette spinner, either way someone I loved would probably end up getting hurt, either way someone I loved could be taken away from me, either way someone I loved could end up dead.
“Don’t try and be a hero,” Darren sneered at me snapping me out of my stupor, “that’s not your style.”
“You’ve no idea what my style is,” I retorted lunging for the gun but he only laughed harshly moving out of my reach.
“Oh God,” he chuckled harshly, “you really are pathetic. Now make your choice, you can lose me in a fight and then I kill Wendy and be on my way with January and you lose everything, or you can go help your fiancé and I can be on my way and it’ll just be like you never came back.”
I said nothing, my mind was still reeling, he directed the gun towards Wendy, “and the offer ends in 3, 2….”
“Okay!” I shouted, “Okay!”
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“Come on!” I screamed at Louis, pulling his arm up, he stumbled to his feet, “are you okay?” I asked him, he nodded, before continuing hurtling down the steps until we reached the window of Niall’s floor, thank god it was open, we both squeezed through, Louis first and I followed instantly
“January!” he cried at the top of his lungs and I imitated him exactly.
“January, where are you?”
“Oh god.” I heard him say lowly, as he wheeled around the corner just ahead of me, I followed suit. The door to Niall and Wendy’s apartment was open.
“Darren you worthless piece of shit,” I hissed lowly running up to the door. Wendy was strewn across the ground, the nape of her neck crusted with dried blood. “Call an ambulance,” I instructed Louis who was behind me now. He gasped when he seen Wendy. He leaned down beside her and murmured to her.
“Wendy?” he murmured to her, “Wendy?” her head stirred slightly but she still looked dazed.
“Darr…” she whimpered, my head shot up.
“Wendy, where are they?” I demanded but her head drooped back down again.
“January!” I called, walking round the apartment at a fast pace, good question, where is Niall. “Niall?”
“Haryh” I heard a gargled voice cry from the bathroom, “Haryh!” my footsteps quickened as I barrelled into the bathroom. Niall lay slumped against the bathroom radiator, a washcloth half tied around his mouth, his hands tied to the pipe which ran under the radiator. His face was bruised and his hair in disarray.
“What happened?” I demanded pulling the washcloth off his face and examining the marks on his face.
“Harry,” he coughed, “go, they’re just gone you can still make it!” I gave him a sharp nod and ran out.
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Thunder
Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
