How to change a frat boy; A Harry Styles/Niall Horan fanfic

Chapter 6: Just with the boys..

Harry POV

This is probably going to get me killed.

But I haven't got anything for Zayn. And I haven't talked to him in hours.

I guess this is what I have to do to get my life back.
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I pulled up to the triple storied house and shut off the car.

I dreaded this decision, maybe I should've left the country with the money I had. But It's to late now.

I opened my car door and slammed it closed.

Slowly, I picked my feet up one after another, as it seemed to become increasingly difficult to focus. On what I would do if I got out of this house alive.

I hit my knuckles against the door frame and waited for zayn to open it.

"H-h-hey styles! Come in"

I sighed heavily as I walked I to his house, empty handed. Not to mention vulnerable.

"So.."

Zayn began

"Hi"

I said sheepishly.

"Did you bring them?"

He asked sounding a bit irritated.

"N-no I'm sorry Zayn !"

"WHAT?"

"I didn't get the drugs."

"WHAT THE FUCK STYLES. YOUR SUCH A LITTLE PRICK"

"I COULDN'T SELL DARCY FOR FUCKING COCAINE, SHE'S HUMAN"

Zayn balled his hand into a fist and pulled his arm Back .

Then launches it forward with all his might.

He hit me square in the jaw, thankfully it wasn't hard enough to break it.

I stumbled back and tripped on my foot then hit the floor with a loud thud.

I looked up and felt another two punches thrown at me

I saw him pull a shiny object from his pocket.
In a swift movement she sharp metal was pressed into my cheek , making a gash .

"Next time it won't be you that I pull the knife on."

He stood up and began kicking my stomach and sides.

"ZAYN STOP THAT'S ENOUGH"

I heard someone yell.
Along with a few other sentences I couldn't make out.

I felt myself being lifted before I slipped into unconsciousness .
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I was woken up to the sound of my ringtone

" and I was like BABY, BABY, BABY, OHHHH"

I quickly picked up the phone

"Hello?"

"Darcy it's Liam, were coming over with Harry. Something's Happened and we need you to take care of him. Be there in a bit, bye!"

The line went dead and I let out a sigh of frustration.

Niall's arm was lose around my waist so I wiggled out of his grip, carful not to wake him up.

I slipped on some sweats and a tank top before quietly closing the bedroom door and heading down the stairs.

I sat on the couch and impatiently tapped my foot. I heard boys talking and panicking. No doubt it was Liam.
I rushed to the door and opened it before anyone could knock. I didn't want Niall to wake up and see what was happening.