Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 12•

Violet

I collapsed to the floor in fear as everything started moving in fast motion. Multiple bullet shots were fired by the boys, who had moved in front of the window. Before I knew it I was being lifted form the floor in a hurry and dragged behind the wall through the the door way. Harry pulled me by my waist past the boys, who were still shooting out of the window. My hands were over my ears to try and block out the loud bangs that were terrifying to me.

"Zayn get the car now!" Harry shouted over towards Zayn, who fired another shot before turning around and running towards the back door.

I watched as Harry continued to pop out of the door way and shoot back through the window, his hair falling slightly into his eyes.

It took me a moment to realize he was trying to talk to me "Violet! We're leaving" he shouted over the noise, before he grabbed my arm and swiftly pulled me to the back door and into the cool air.

Zayn pulled up in the familiar black SUV that I had seen the first night that this all began. Harry pushed me into the backseat and slammed the door, before rushing to the drivers seat himself. Moments later the other boys followed, jumping into the car next to me. The door had barely shut before Harry started to speed away from the house.

"Jesus Christ" Niall almost shouted "what the fuck was that?" he wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke.

"Is everyone ok?" Harry looked back in the rear view mirror. As my breathing came back to normal, I felt a sharp pain in my right leg. Reluctantly, I lowered my eyes to see a rip in my leggings and a large gash bleeding through the thin material. I held in the gasp as I tried to hide my injury. I didn't want their sympathy. I rose my eyes to see Harry looking back at me in the mirror, his eye brows pulled together harshly.

"I saw it" he snapped "Louis check Violet's leg" Louis took my leg in his hands, examining the wound, I hissed when his finger came in contact with the area.

"It's fine" I pulled his hands away, only to be completely ignored by all of the boys.

"Mate she's gonna need stitches, it's pretty deep" Louis addressed Harry. My stomach dropped, stitches meant needles. I did not do well with needles.

"No it doesn't! It's fine" I tried to distract from Louis's suggestion.

"Be quiet Violet" Harry shushed me, his voice holding annoyance and stress. My mind travelled back to what had actually just happened, my eye brows furrowing as I thought.

"You think it was them?" Harry nodded in response to Zayn's question. I immediately latched on the the conversation in confusion.

"Who?" I spoke up

"The Anderson brothers, they've been hunting me down for years" he started "they want me dead because I killed their sister" my face scowled at his confession. I keep forgetting he's a killer. A hot killer but.. A killer all the same.

We pulled up at a small motel, all the boys getting out of the car and heading into the office. Harry came around to my door, stopping me as I tried to get out. He took me in his arms bridal style and began walking towards the doors.

"I can walk" I tried to seem independent only earning a scoff from him "sure you can baby"

As we entered the office, Niall had finished up talking to the receptionist, turning around with a few keys in his hand. He threw one at Harry, who caught it in his hand and began walking towards the stairwell.

We remained in silence as he carried me up the stairs and down corridor, until we came to room 101 where he stopped and fiddled with the key. Seeing that he was struggling, I took it from his hand and unlocked the door for him, revealing a simple motel room with a double bed. He took me straight to the bathroom, sitting me on the counter and looking at my leg.

"I can stitch you up" he bit his lip whilst studying the bloody wound "leggings need to come off" his eyes rose to meet my terrified ones.

"I don't really think I need stitches" my words came out fumbled as he rolled his eyes and growled.

"You're having them now be quiet" his voice was stern but calm as he reached for the top of my leggings. I didn't protest as he pulled them down my legs, being extra cautious as he pulled them over my wound. Usually he would smirk at my bare legs, but now all that was written on his features was concern and concentration. It was almost like he was worried about me? My muscles tensed as he cleaned the cut with a medical wipe, the pain soaring through my leg and bringing tears to my eyes.

Harry exited the room, only to come back minutes later with a small first aid kit in his hands. He began getting the needle and medical threat ready, I tried to avoid looking at it as I was sure I would vomit if I did.

"So how come the Anderson brothers have only just found you?" I asked, hoping to distract myself.

"I lost them a few months back when I moved towns, they must have tracked me down somehow" his tone was causal as if it was normal for people to go through things like this.

"What about their sister? Why is she different from the others?" I bit my lip, knowing this question was a risky one. Harry sighed and turned to me with the needle ready in his hand.

"She was the first girl I killed" my eye brows rose in shock and I decided it was best to leave the conversation there. I flinched as Harry lowered the needle to my cut, his free hand reaching for mine and grasping it in his palm.
He pushed the needle through my skin and I shut my eyes to try and block out the immense pain, as his thumb rubbed the back of my hand.

"It's ok" he soothed as he continued his work. This went on for around ten minutes before he finished up and stood back to examine his work. My eyes rose slowly to meet his, the green orbs falling to my lips as our faces came close. When there was just centimeters between us, his lips fell apart to speak softly.

"Still want to know about the drawings? "

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Shit is getting real

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