Irreplaceable

Twenty one

' Mya Amalia

What the actual fuck have I just watched? I cannot believe that I have just witnessed my brother been killed by Harry and Niall. I try and take deep breaths as I weave through the busy street, hoping that I can get away from the scene of the crime. I check my mirrors to see A black car following behind me. That better be Harry.

I fish my phone out of my purse next to me. My eyes flickering back and forth from the road and my seat. I curse to myself when it falls to the ground. I press my finger to the side of my ear piece, the sound of Static ringing in my ear. "Harry?" I shout in a panic, Taking a quick sharp corner, The backend of my car nearly smashing into the side of another car. I want to squeeze my eyes shut and hope for the best, Hoping that I'm going to wake up and this all be a stupid dream. I hear mumbling in my ear, It's quiet but I can hardly make it out.Then my phone begins to ring. I check my mirrors to see the black car behind me flashing its lights at me, I try and focus on who is driving the car and I see the familiar blonde highlighted hair. I let out a breath and look for somewhere to pull over. I see a small side street and take it as my opportunity so I swing the steering wheel to the right and speed down the alley nearly taking out a cat in the process, I think I would have been more upset if I killed a cat than the whole fact that my brother just got killed infront of me.

I pull over, but stay in my car. I Unbuckle my seatbelt and wait for whoever is in the car behind me to come up infront of me. I grab my phone from the footwell of the car and when I finally look down at it my heart drops. A message from harry saying 'Do not stop for anyone its not us behind you' I blink in confusion before looking out the window to see the well known face. Alyia Rose stands there, her hair now blonde. Fuck, I quickly turn my ignition over and she opens the door before I can take off and rags me out of the car by my hair.

"Hello mya." She chuckles as she begins to rag me towards the car behind me. I kick and try and to grab onto anything I can grab, My eyes flashing up to see her figure hunched over me as she struggles to rag me about. Her eyes heavy with makeup and he hair blowing in the slight breeze. I grab ahold of her leg and pull with all my force forward so she eventually trips over her feet, falling straight onto her ass. The absolutely pissed off expression looking back at me. Before I can think I jump on top of her and begin to punch her as hard as I can, her makeup becoming more ugly from the blood dripping from her eyebrow.

"Hello Alyia." I grunt as I throw the last punch right into her nose before I jump up onto my feet, and step on her to get over her. I loud gasp comes from her as I wind her of her breath, I chuckle to myself slightly before I stand over her.

"Tell Zayn to return my Poppy or I will get people on you all like moths." I smile innocently at her before blowing her a fake kiss and walking back to my car,locking the doors behind me and stepping on the gas. My knuckles throbbing, I buckle myself back into the car. I pull up to a red light a block away from where I left her and my chest begins to rise rapidly. Shit no this isn't happening. My chest starts to become tighter as I feel my hands to tingle, I need to distract myself. I turn on the radio and flick to the first song that comes on. Elton Johns im still standing is playing and I smile to myself slightly, Tapping my sore hands off the steering wheel as I begin to drive back to my apartment in the city. My mind trying to wrap around the fact that Alyia was following me for god knows how long. My phone begins to ring again, Harry.

This time I manage to reach it and answer.

"Hello" I speak loud enough over the music.

"Are you okay? Did you see who was following you?" Harry asks quickly as if he was panicked.

I pause for a second as I turn down the music. "Yeah it was Alyia but I didn't realise until I pulled over and got ragged out of the car by my hair."

Harry goes quiet on the other end. "Wait are you been serious?" He laughs under his breath as if I im joking,when I don't say anything he simply says 'oh' .

I don't say anything else for a couple of seconds, just staring at the sunset infront of me, the radio playing in the background. I'm pulled out of my trance when Harry speaks again.

"Are you alright though?"

I can imagine him stood in the small hotel room, toying with his lips or fiddling with the hole in his skinny jeans. Or he's sat on the small couch, his fingers running through his hair as he looks around the room waiting for my response.

"Yeah, I managed to fight her off, I have a few cuts and missing hair but apart from that im fine." I look at the mirror and there's a big gash on my cheek. Ouch? I didn't even feel that happen.

"Come to the hotel and I will get you cleaned up." Harry tells me and I can hear him in the back opening cupboards. I shake my head at myself, he is the last person I want to see. I still haven't forgiven him from that fight we had a couple of months back and now definitely not for cutting off my last bloodline that I had still alive. So you know what fuck him.

'No thanks I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork than have to spend anymore time with you." I snap at him as I take a turn towards the hospital. I do need to get this cleaned up.

"Whatever you do, do no go to the hospital." Harry tells me, like he can see me. "Stop pulling that face at me young lady." He half chuckles at me, I frown, but then I notice the little camera pointed at me, I flip it off before yanking it out of my ac and placing it onto the seat. "Mya im been serious, do not go to the hospital. You are now the head of a massive mafia group and you will be killed the second you step out onto the street."

Shit I forgot about that, I think about it for a moment. What am I going to do.

"Stop overthinking it and just come get cleaned up." Harry demands me. I roll my eyes and huff before putting the phone down on him. I make a quick U-turn and go to Harrys hotel. I'm too weak under his influence.

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