All That Matters

Chapter 8

"How long until this is over?" I whine at Louis.

"Whenever. We just won our first game of the season, so it may last for quite a while. Why are you so anxious to leave?" he says to me with a small grin on his face.

"I just don't know anyone here," I huff.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles as another group of his team mates walk up to us as we stood in the team lounge.

"Who's this Louis?" one says.

"This is my best friend Darsey," He says, taking a step closer to me. I smile at them awkwardly as they look me up and down. Something about these guys isn't very settling. They're the only 3 on the team that are littered with random tattoos and piercings. I can tell Louis doesn't like them very much either by the way he wraps his arm around me.

"Well, we best be going," Louis says as he starts towards the door, guiding me with his hand on my lower back.

"The party just started, Tomlinson! Don't you want to stay? It's only 5," one slurs .

Louis' pov:

"Darsey needs to be somewhere," I lie as I guide her out the door. We hurry into the car and I start it.

"Why'd you leave so quickly? I thought you wanted to stay?" Darsey says.

"I don't like those guys checking you out like that," I mutter quietly. She glances at me and smirks.

"I'm a big girl, Lou," She swats my arm playfully.

"Yeah, I know. Those are just not good guys, they're Harry's friends actually," I reply with a grimaced look on my face. I've always been one of the star players but that doesn't change a thing for those jerks.

She falls silents at the mention of Harry. She probably hates him too.

When we get home she hurries up the stairs.

I collapse on the couch and turn on the tv to watch the highlights of the game but soon drift off to sleep.

Darsey's pov:

I quickly re-curl my hair and touch up my makeup before rushing down stairs. I find Louis sprawled out on the couch peacefully. I smile at how young and relaxed he looks. I forgot how cute he is when he's asleep.

It had been a while since I'd slept in his room.

He used to get bad night terrors about dying and stuff. He'd just whimper in his sleep... and I'd have to lay in bed with him to calm him down. He'd wrap his arm around me and nuzzle his head into my neck and snore softly.

It was so cute.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when the door rings.

I quickly answer and find Harry standing there with a grin.

"Well hello, love." he smiles at me.

"Hey," I smile.

He leads me out to his car.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see," he says as he buckles up.

"Buckle up," He says. I roll my eyes and do as I'm told before turning on the radio.

"Let me guess, you love this song." he smirks when the tune flows throughout the car.

"Yeah, A Drop In The Ocean is my favorite actually," I nod.

"That's what I was guessing,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I say.

He shrugs, not taking his eyes off the road.

"It just sounds like a song you'd like. The slower boring ones." he grins.

"Boring?" I smirk.

"Yeah, it never picks up..."

"Well what kind of music do you like then?" I ask.

He plugs in his phone to his radio and a heavy metal song booms through the speakers. I cringe and he just chuckles and turns it down.

We finally arrive at our destination. I don't recognize this place at all but apparently Harry does.

He opens the door for me and helps me out.

"Close your eyes," he demands. I obey and he grabs my hand, sending the same spark up my arm.

He leads me a little while further then stops.

"Okay, open them." he says.

I open my eyes and see a large fountain standing in the center of a run down forest area. It seems to have been centuries old, however several lit candles floated on the top of the water. It must've taken hours to light each one and place it perfectly.

It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen; it's breathtaking.

"This is amazing," I gasp.

"It better be. It took me forever," he snorts.

I smile and turn back to him. His gaze focuses on me and his lips slowly form into a grin.

"Thanks," I say as I look to the ground shyly.

"This isn't even the best part," his eyes light up. "I'll be right back," he says before hurrying back through the trees, out of view. "Wait here!" he calls.

Harry's pov:

I hurry back to my truck. Just as I open the trunk, I hear footsteps behind me.

"Darsey I told you to-" I freeze when I see two guys standing there instead. My heart sinks when I realize who it is.

"Who's Darsey?" one grunts.

When I don't answer they slowly approach me, their multiple face piercings glinting in the moonlight.

They flex their arms, the several tattoos covering every inch of their skin rippling under their huge arm muscle.

"We thought you were smarter then to have another girlfriend already. Especially after James's warning." the other grins sinisterly.

I can't find the words to say. How did they find me already? I moved and even considered changing my name.

"So, uh, where's the girl?" the one I recognize as Josh growls.

"If you touch her I swear I'll-"

The other guy, Cruise, pounds my face with his fist.

I stumble backwards but am quick to regain my bearings.

I kick out and knock him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. As Josh tries to act I snap out my arm at his neck, successfully knocking him out; pressure points.

Cruise spins around to plow me over, but I jump back and grab ahold of his leg to crank it backwards. As he cries out, there's a shuffle in the leaves.

I turn expecting to see Darsey but instead I see two more guys. And of course, one of them is James.

"Styles," he shakes his head and smirks.

"What do you want?" I spit.

"Revenge," he snarls with an aggressive glow in his eyes.

"Don't. Get revenge on me all you want, just don't hurt Darsey," I choke out, terrified by my sudden vulnerability.

"Or both," he says before the other guy knocks me over and holds me down.

"Where is she?" he hisses in my ear.

"I'm not going to tell you!" I exclaim as I try and wriggle out from under him.

He grabs my arm and just about snaps it in half. I cry out.

"Will you now?" he snarls.

"Never," I mumble before getting slammed on the cold hard ground so hard i lose consciousness.