Styles and The Beast

Chapter 4

I was currently sitting on the concrete floor staring holes into Liam's back.

"Just ask love," he chuckled. I was completely perplexed at everything that had happened in the past hours.

"How did you do it?" My small voice echoed throughout the cellar. He turned around and smiled.

"I'm a-"

"He's a witch," Niall giggled. I don't know what was so funny about the joke though. Because I for one found it completely insane. Liam rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm a warlock," he grunted and quickly turned around and went back to packing up his things. Niall just snorted and pushed himself off the wall walking towards me. He stuck his hand out.

"Niall Horan, mind reader," he looked at me expectedly. I just looked at him until he connected the dots. "Come on love, I've seen enough tits in my lifetime. And I wouldn't mind seeing yours," he winked and I just gave him a disgusted look. Harry walked in and growled at Niall.

Literally growled, like a dog. "keep your small dick in your pants, mate."

"Chill," Niall put his hands in the air as a form of mock surrender. I felt fabricate hit my face and then fall into my lap.

"Once everything is sorted out ill get you proper clothes," Harry mumbles.

Or you could just let me go. Niall sighs and walks out of the room. Harry's head suddenly snaps towards the door.

He turns on his heels and leaves the room after telling Liam to follow him. Liam quickly looks at me and tells me to stay put.

I sit there for maybe 2 minutes but curiousity gets the best of me and I slowly hike myself off the ground. My first steps are wobbly and so I go slow.

I slowly make my way to the steps. I quietly go up the stairs. The mumbled voices seem to get louder and closer. Once I pass the threshold of the staircase I can distinctly hear the boys voices. Including the voice of someone new.

"what should I do?" the mystery guys voice asks. He sounded panicked and tired.

"Stake yourself," Niall says laughing hysterically. A loud thump is heard and then a groan. That guy is always getting hit. "Why are you guys always hitting me?"

Suddenly everything goes silent. I press myself closer to the entrance in hopes of hearing something.

Before I can even count to five a hand is wrapped around my neck and I'm slammed into the wall. A groan leaves my mouth as I stare at the golden eyed hottie. "Ah, witch," he spits in disgust.

Soon his grip leaves my neck and he's thrown across the floor. Leaving me gasping for breath.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Harry yells and his breaths become rapid and heavy.

"The fuck is your problem mate? You of all people are protecting a witch?" Hottie growled. His eyes glowing red now. I just stare at him and tenderly rub my neck. When I look around the room I'm frozen in my spot. The body on the couch stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Louis?" My voice comes out rough. I crawl over to his body which is strewn across the plush red couch. I can feel the tears building in my eyes.

I can feel the boys' eyes watching me. I gently place my hands on his chest. I'm trying to feel for a heartbeat but nothing is there. His pale skin is paler then usual. I become frantic as my hands search for any signs of life. But to no avail do I find one. The tears are streaming down my face as the ear piercing sobs pound through my body in waves.