Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 2

**Louis' POV**

I furiously jabbed the buttons on my controller, my eyes glued to the video game on the TV. Niall was sitting cross legged next to me and Zayn and Liam were sprawled across the sofa on their phones, as usual.

"Ha, I won! In your face!" I retorted, pointing at a sulking Niall.

"Whatever, you won't win the next round." He growled, picking up his controller that he threw on the floor out of anger.

"You say that every round."

"Yeah, well I'm positive you won't win the next one."

Suddenly, Harry burst in through the door and shoved it closed, causing a loud slam to echo around the room, making everyone jump. We all turned around to see Harry doubled over, panting for air.

"Oh, Harry! Look what you've done to the drinks!" Niall complained when he saw the mess of spilled drinks in his hand.

"You alright?" Liam asks.

"No. I...just got chased...down the street!" Harry breathes, between pants, dropping the cardboard cup-holder onto the closest table.

"Nothing that hasn't happened before." I shrugged.

"No." He grunted, holding his hand up while he caught his breath. "I was chased by two men."

I raised a brow. "So they were gay?"

"No! Th-they were all dressed in black a-and they looked like they were going to attack me!" His gaze suddenly locked on the window and his eyes lit up. "Remember that guy who was standing on the balcony earlier? He was one of them."

"How could you be so sure? You couldn't even see his face properly." Liam scoffed.

"I'm serious! He has been showing up everywhere we went today. The interview, the signing, even at Costa and then they fucking chased me!" Harry retorted.

"Calm down, Harry. Are you sure it was the same guy?" Zayn asks, calmly.

"Yes!" There was a moment of silence as we all exchanged looks. None of us seemed to have believed him and this angered him even more. "I'm telling the truth!"

"Well, we can't just let it slide. I recommend we tell Paul. He'll know what to do." Liam says before turning his attention back to his phone.

That seemed to have calmed Harry down quite a bit. It was pretty freaky though, if what he says is true. It didn't really seem believable but then again, Harry isn't really one to make up a lie like that.

**Harry POV**

Paul was pretty helpful with the situation. He agreed to change our hotel to one further away from this area so hopefully they didn't know where I was for now. For two days I didn't see them at all and I was starting to calm down, but I was still a little shook up.

"You alright, Harry?" Niall asked. I didn't even notice when he put his hand on my shoulder. I was still sitting in the dressing room and we were on in about ten minutes.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I sighed, reassuring him with a small smile. I stood up and pat him on the back before heading towards the stage. I needed to forget about what happened. I was letting it get to my head and that's probably exactly what they wanted. I needed to let lose and enjoy the concert.

As soon as I heard the music blast through the stage, I let it take over me like I usually do and jumped out on stage with the boys.

"How are we doing, New York!?" Liam shouts into the mic after we finished three songs.