Fix me|| HS

Chapter Fifteen

Song for chapter: Real life by The Weeknd

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Violet

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A high pitched sound beamed in my ear, as the bodies of people ran and shoved each other to escape the danger of a gunshot. I was too confused and filled up with the toxic alcohol in me that I didn't know what to do.

I wanted to run, gosh I wanted to sprint out of here before I could be the next one to die. As the dance floor began to clear out, I saw a dead body with a puddle of blood underneath him.

I just stayed there, shocked by everything. I then started to remember when I killed my ex-husband and my father in-law; how both their bodies were covered in blood.

Tears came pouring out my eyes; I was crying like some depressed woman that doesn't know if she's dead from the inside or if it's all in her mind.

I then felt a strong hand grip, and tighten on my right arm. There wasn't enough light for me to tell who it is, but it's sure scaring me. I tried to fight back, but the tall figure was incredibly too strong for me. He bent down to pick me up, and that's when I felt his long soft curls brush my face.

It's Harry.

"We need to go now!" Harry tries to speak over the yelling and shouting of the people around us.

I just nod, unable to speak or to react because I'm still under control by the heavy alcohol inside me.

When he sees my eyes spin a little by the dizziness, a small chuckle escapes from his mouth. "I'll remind you to never drink again." He says with his deep accent.

He carries me out the large crowd of people that are trying to get out as we are. There's only one door versus the hundreds of people showing each other and screaming to leave.

Harry puts me down. "Wait here." He demands me on my ear so I would be able to hear him.

He runs towards a table with four chairs, picking one up. He then comes back, to the direction towards the large window that goes from floor to ceiling, and throws the chair against it. The window explodes, pieces of glass fly away and shatter to the floor. The sound startles me, and Harry picks me up again so we can leave from the broken window.

Harry's breathing gets heavier, and everything around me is spinning. I wrap my arms around his neck, as I bury my face on his chest.

Running away from a club that has been a shooting in while being carried in bride style in Harry's grip is something I never thought would happen; yet it's happening right now.

Harry then comes to a stop. We're in front of the tour bus, so he puts me down once we got inside. He stumbles down on the sofa while he tries to regain his breath.

I start to get an awful stomachache, and before I know it I to throw up in the sink. I throw up like crazy, but then I notice I wasn't throwing up only the alcohol build up in my stomach, I was also throwing up blood.

Niall pulls my hair back so it won't get in the way. "Uhm guys... Violet is throwing up blood." He says it with a shaky voice, and all the guys snap their heads at me.

"Fuck. She got drugged." Louis curses.

"Did you drink from the black bottle on the table?" Harry asks, jolting his body up to get near me.

"Y-yeah. It was the only bottle with alcohol I could find." I sickly answer before dipping my head back down to throw up.

Harry's hands ruffly go through his hair, pulling on the roots with frustration. "Fuck Violet! That's the alcohol with the poison so we could kill the boss!"

Louis quickly grabs the first-aid kit, pulling out a a small red tube with a needle.

I couldn't take it anymore. A wave of pain hit the inside of my body, causing my eyes to roll back, making me fall down.

The last thing I heard was my name being shouted.

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I wake up with the sound of a liquid rushing through a tube. I was laid down on a bed with Harry and Niall playing on the Xbox. The sound that woke me up was because a tube is connected on my wrist while a needle is sinked down in my forearm.

I carefully remove the needle and tube from me, making Harry look back at me.

"How do you feel?" He asks; again with no emotions in his face.

"Okay." I casually answer while sitting up to look at him better. He nods before taking his concentration back to the video game.

I open my mouth to speak. "What happened?" I ask. To be honest I don't remember anything. The only thing I remember is getting in a club, and that's pretty much it.

"You almost died from poison I planted in a bottle of Vodka. We had to suck some of the poison out with a tube, and the rest was blocked out by a medicine we injected you."

What? How's this possible. I then begin to remember of a shooting that happened and a dead body.

"I remember I heard a gun being fired." I murmur to myself, not knowing if they heard me.

"Yeah," Harry starts to say. "I killed someone that wanted to kill me."
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I'm so tired and sleepy but also hungry at the same time

Well I hope you enjoyed bc I kept on writing while I was dying over the control of a massive and throbbing headache

It's unedited bc I just don't feel like going over it. Plus I have three tests and a project tomorrow so that's enough for me

All the fooking love
-me

P.S did you see the picture attached to this chapter of Harry. hIS ArMS oMG iM DYYIINNGG