Darling Harbor (Niall Horan)

Chapter 5: MIRTH

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

Bree's POV

I don't know what's happening. This guy just pulled and dragged me down the street to run with him. I am trying with all my might to let go from his tight grip but I can't. This guy sure is strong.

"Hey! Let go of me. Where are you taking me, you psycho?!" I yell at him as we continue to run.

"Hey stop! Let go of me!" I keep on screaming but we just carried on. Holding my camera with my other hand and the other one's jailed by his tight grip.

Is this guy deaf or out of his freaking mind? He's dragging me somewhere I don't freaking know. No matter how I try to cut loose from his grip, sliding and shuffling my arms out from his hands, but everything just doesn't work. This isn't just happening.

"Stop! There's no one chasing us anymore. Please stop!" I plead him. I hold my feet steady on the ground after we reach a quite dark and narrow alley.

Both of us pant, gasping for air. I bend forward, my left hand clasped on one knee.

"Oh my God, huh!” I release a deep breath. “ I-I haven't ran that far in my whole life." I murmur while panting.

"Are you okay?" He asks with his caring eyes, his Irish accent is more evident now that he’s calm. I watch the rapid pumping of his chest and trail down his hand that I realize is still attached on my arm.

"What? Am I okay? Are you kidding me? Let go of my hands, will you?!" I exclaim in utter exasperation. He then finally loses his hands from mine.

"Look, I'm sorry for dragging you down here. It's just that..." He tries to explain but I am too frustrated to even give him a chance. I wanted to take a picture of that sunset so badly, and I could cry for missing it because of this idiot who dragged over this tenebrous place.

"No. First, you bumped me, you dragged me to run with you with my aching legs and then you brought me here in this dark alley! What are you thinking? Are you crazy? Don’t you have better things to do in life and you have to grab me down this hell-hole?! Who do you think you are?!" I just went on and on, nagging like a furious housewife. "You're a crazy person. You don't do that to a girl wearing a dress. Good thing I'm on my sneakers, and ..."

He smirks, trying to hold his laugh in which caused me to stop talking for a second.

"What are you laughing about? Huh?!" I ask him as I raise my right brow at him, my arms crossing together upon my chest, trying to intimidate him.

He stops smiling. Good. I’m still good with the intimidation thing. I could probably work as a bouncer in a bar one day.

"Uhm I'm sorry. I just couldn't leave you out there on that street. You might get mobbed by those crazy girls chasing after me."

"And why would they do that to me?" I ask, still mad at him.

He does not answer, instead he darts his sight to the wall behind me, then gaze back to me. His eyes widen immediately and gapes.

"Oh your nose!" He yells shockingly pointing at my nose.

"What?" I hiss.

"Your nose, it's bleeding." He answers and quickly searches the back pocket of his jeans.

Then I check my nose with my index finger and confirm that it's really blood gushing out of my nose. While he tries to hand me a white piece of cloth from his back pocket, he moves towards me. "Here, use my handkerchief." He tells me attentively.

"No, thanks. Stay where you are." I stop him from moving towards me, blocking him with my hand. "I have a hanky here in my bag." I bend my head and search inside my bag at the side of my body; I pull it up to my face, grasping everything inside. "Or at least I think I have one." I grumble.  Fail, I forgot to bring one. I gave up from looking and sigh.