Fighting for life

The finale

Chaos is what happens in the next few minutes, unleashed madness, as voices and sound fill my head and the room, and I am getting pulled back into a corner with a knife held at my throat, in front of me is a room full of familiar faces, Harry, Zayn, Niall, Mac ,Brady and other faces I recognise from around the prison.

" Give it up Whistler we heard everything" Harry yells across the room.

My eyes go wide at this thought this whole time while I was fighting for survival, there were actually people standing by, listening and watching for the right moment to swoop in, I meet Harry's eyes I can see both concern and determination as he inches closer to me.

" Not another step Styles, or your boy gets it".

I see Harry halt his steps as the blade pierces the skin of my throat and a stinging pain hit me head on, I can feel small drips of blood running down my neck, making its way into my shirt.

My mind is diverted from the pain to flash backs, like pages shuffling in a book , my past memories all flooding forward , I recall  good times, bad times of my life like a roller coaster with so many ups and downs , some memories  I cherish and others not so much, if I survive this moment I will make the most of my life, My eyes search and lock on Harry's , his eyes are red, bloodshot,  but full of concern and it's becomes a powerful, intimate moment between us,  my throat feels like it is closing up with tears and they seep out and form a steady stream down my face.

" Let Louis go Whistler, he means nothing to you, we know everything, we heard everything, you are going down for a long time". Harry said in a stern and serious voice, he is taking command of the situation.

" He might not mean anything to me, but to you he does", This statement makes shivers run down my spine, as the knife presses a bit deeper.

I keep my eyes locked with Harry pleading with him to get me out of this situation.

" Let him go Whistler, you have nowhere to go, your accomplices, are all being picked up as we speak".

" Not going to happen Styles". His voice is loud, high and piercing which is unpleasant to listen to, his jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed, and his face is becoming red with anger and impatience.

I feel more pressure at my throat as the knife starts to slice across it, I leave Harry's eyes and look around the room until my gaze falls on Zayn's and Niall's their faces which are washed with anguish.

I turn back my head quickly as I hear 3 words spoken, " Take me instead" and my body freezes and the knife halts in its track.

I meet Harry's eyes trying to shake my head no, but the knife against my throat  is restricting my movement.

" Let Louis go and take me instead" Harry speaks again, his voice steady and calm.

This thought chills me to think of Harry being in this situation I am in, Whistler is still taking in this information, I think.

" I like how you think Styles, you instead of your whore, you have been a pain in my ass for a long time".

He is obviously taking this request seriously.

I feel his grip loosen on me I look at Harry who is nodding at me in a head down motion, it takes me a minute to click on to what he means, He wants me to crouch down  or hit the ground, I meets his eyes again letting him know that I understand what he is meaning.

" Let Louis go and I will trade places with him, it's that easy Whistler, just let Louis go and We can exchange him for me, you said you always wanted to take me down so here is your chance, come on what are you waiting for". Harry voices is getting louder, obviously trying to provoke him.