Beauty with a gun..~ (One Direction/Harry Styles)

chapter 1: The Letter

Harry's POV

"Harry, Wake up. We're meeting up with management later, remember?" a familiar voice said shooking me slightly.

"A'right, a'right be up give 20 minutes." I said getting up looking up seeing Louis already dressed in red  jeans, and a v-neck whie shirt and his hair swept to the side spiking upwards.

"Alright."  He said walking out of my room shutting the door softly. I sigh running hands through my unruly curls that seem to be less curly now, maybe because of all the stress. Everything changed ever since that letter came. Louis was less loud, niall less hyper, Zayn more quiet than usual and Liam more strict and stern. While I just sit on my bed and sleep or take a shower to help clear my mind out off all of this...

Flasback;

"That was AWESOME!!" Niall said jumping up and down hoping and moving forward with every high jump.

"You can say that again." Liam said smiling.

"That was AWESOME!!" Niall repeated. I let out low chuckle. "I can't believe you can be this hyper even after our performance." I said looking down at Niall.

"I guess I'm just like that." He said shrugging his shoulders, whilst after running out to the dressing with Louis and Zayn  followed, racing towards the dressing room.

"God I'm beat." I said massaging my temples.

"Yeah. Mine too." Liam said quietly looking at groud his eyes glossy.

"Hey you a'right mate?"

"huh? ooh yeah. I'm fine totally fine."

"We both know your not. Is it about her?"

"...Yeah... It hurts, but it was for the best." He said lookign up to me, patted my back and jogged to the dressing room. Poor Liam ever since the break-up with Danielle he's not the same anymore. He's always sad, and stuff... I wouldn't know because break-ups doesn't really effect me that much.

Just take Taylor for example, it didn't faze me one bit, besides she's not my type anyway. (A/N: your lose taylor :P). But it still sucks that I don't get faze by it, it means I haven't meant the RIGHT one. I sigh.

I walked to the dressing room hearing... NOTHING. Which was weird cause Louis is there with a combo of a VERY hyper Niall... I walked in seeing the boys stood there gaping with a worried expression bearing their faces.

"What happened lads?" I walked towards them seeing Liam holding a piece of paper looking at it with wide eyes. while tha others just stood there scrunched up eye brows, and hands on their hair pulling on them slightly well expect for zayn who just sat down the couch intertwined hnads with himself looking at the ground.

"What happened?'' I said directing it to Liam who are holding the papre that I might guess that is casing this.

"Have a look at yourself." He said handing me the paper, I don't know why but I'm anxious and just weirded out. I hesitated for a while but eventually got it from Liams grasp and read it, which goes;

'In your American tour of Take Me home some bad things will happen, unless you cancel it. You have been warned...' it said with cut out of compiled words glued to the paper.

"Whaa-?? But it must be like uh.. a prank or something like that."

"We don't know for sure but we're meeting up with management to sort this out, ceck securities cameras, staff anyone who could've seen the guy who brought this. We're not sure if it's some sick joke or what not but we have to take precaution." Louis aid suprisingly mature and serious.