Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 6

**Niall's POV**

"Where the fuck is he?" I whispered under my breath, peering out the back window of the black range rover.

Not long after Harry had left for the toilets, these dudes in black suits holding guns rushed in and the lobby was a bloodbath within seconds. Sean and the other bodyguards ushered us out as soon as it started and luckily, none of us were hurt, but Harry was still in there. My stomach churned whenever a possibility of what could happen to him flashed through my mind and I struggled to keep my Nandos down.

After everything had died down, we slowly drove around the hotel while a few bodyguards and police officers ran inside to look for Harry. All four of us and the two bodyguards up front were pressed up against the windows, scanning the streets for him.

"We have searched the entire perimeter and neither Harry or Damien are inside the building." A voice rang through Sean's radio.

My heart dropped at the tone in his voice. We had been searching for ages now and we were losing hope, but I wasn't giving up. "C'mon, Harry...where are ya...?" I sighed. I searched everywhere for any sign of him: curly hair, white T-shirt, painfully tight skinny jeans-

"There he is!" Zayn shrieked, causing all of us to jolt in alarm and rush up to his window. That mop curly hair could be recognised anywhere.

The bodyguards immediately stopped the car and we all pushed out of the same door, rushing up to a very confused looking Harry who was wandering around the streets.

"Harry!" Louis called, frantically waving his arm, grabbing Harry's attention. His eyes widened when he saw us running to him and he held his hands in front of him as a signal for us to stop but he was too late, we all tackled him in a bone crushing group hug, almost causing him to fall over.

"Hey! Easy, easy!" He strained. The pain in his voice caused us all to let go immediately and give him some space. Worry flashed through our faces when we took in his appearance.

Blood was smeared on the corner of his lip and seemed to have dripped onto his white T-shirt, he was sweaty and exhausted and around both his wrists were yellowish marks that were slowly forming into bruises.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked. Harry nodded in response.

"Yeah. A little banged up, but okay." He said as he felt the back of his head, wincing.

"Alright, let's get you guys outta here." Sean announced, walking behind Harry and nudging him forward, causing him to flinch. As soon as the car doors were slammed shut, we all bombarded him with the same question at the same time.

"What happened!?"

Harry rubbed the back of his head and ran his tongue along his lips before speaking in a hoarse voice. "Damien happened."

"What about Damien?" Louis asked.

"He fucking dragged me out of the toilets and banged my head against a wall! Then he held my arms behind my back and pushed me into this room past the front desk. I managed to get away from him and ran outside into this alley out back, but there was a dead end. He pulled out a gun and then..." He trailed off, staring at the ground as if he was mentally debating with himself.

"Then what?" Liam urged.

Harry stared at us from under his eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed together. "Then that girl who pushed me down at the concert came out of nowhere and shot him."

"Jesus..."

"Are you alright though? Why is your lip bleeding? What happened to your arms!?" Louis gasps, only just noticing the bruises forming on his wrists.