Boys like you *Harry Styles*

Chapter 28

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Boys Like You by HopelessPlace
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I was looking for a breath of a life
For a little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang no oh oh oh

To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the start and the end
But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh

But I needed one more touch
Another taste of heavenly rush
And I believe, I believe it's so oh oh oh

- Florence + The Machine, Breath of life.

Harry's P.O.V

The hospital walls were cold and pale and haunting and for a moment i though i were dead. I was still struggling to breath, and every time i breathed in i could still taste the smokey air in my mouth and lungs. I coughed loudly and stumbled down the long corridor, ignoring the glances from other patients and the occasional passing nurse.

"You should be in your room." A voice sounded from behind me, but i continued to walk.

"Mr. Styles, you are very weak right now. Please, come back to your room and rest." The voice was demanding now and i could feel a pair of hands grip onto my arm.

I pushed the person away, turning around to glare at them angrily. The women looked shocked and almost scared as she took a step back. My head was spinning now and my vision was blurred as my sore and stinging eyes began to water. I shook my head, focusing on the small and impatient nurse in front of me. Her lips moved, but i heard nothing.

"Shut up!" I screamed, coughing afterwards, violently. "Please. I need to find my girlfriend. I don't - i don't know if she's alive. I - i need to know that she's alive. Please."

Her determined and hardened eyes soon softened and she was now nodding her head, gesturing for me to follow her down the busy and rushed accident and emergency ward. I shuffled my feet along the marbled flooring, struggling to make my weakened body work. The sight of blood and injured bodies that we passed along the way didn't faze me. It was strange how numb i felt inside. Even at the sight of someone bleeding to death as they stumbled into a hospital crying out for help. I was used to it, i guess. I was used to the pain and despair and i was used to death.

"What's her name?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands as she came to a stop at the front desk.

"Scarlet, Scarlet Sty - Evans. Her name is Scarlet Evans." I breathed out, choking heavily when i saw Liam and Belle standing outside of a room, holding their heads in their hands.

I pushed past the nurse, ignoring her as she screamed out to me. I forced myself through the gathering crowd of people and flung myself at Liam, coughing erratically as i wrapped my fingers around his jumper to hold myself up. He placed his hands on my upper arms, pulling me up and holding me firm.

"Is she - Is she dead?" I sobbed, closing my eyes over as i prepared for the worst.

"No. No, Harry. She's alive. But she's weak - fragile. I called her mum, her family is on their way, and your friends are in the canteen." He whispered, and in that moment i felt like all my prayers that had been mocked by my friends, were answered.

It was a strange thought. I had always thought that if there really were a god he would want me to burn in hell along with all the other monsters.

I pushed away from him and gained strength on my own feet. I turned slowly and reached my hand up, wiping away my tears before i made my way towards the room door. My ash covered fingers trembled as they clutched around the knob, and my heart raced when the door slowly pushed open.

I took a step inside and froze. Her body was still and stretched, almost like someone had straightened out her limbs and placed a thin white cloth over her body. Her eyes were closed and her lids were red and swollen. She was pale, and sickly so. She looked like someone who had passed away and suddenly became a sleeping angel.

I stumbled inside and slammed the door shut behind me. I didn't want anyone else in here. I wanted to be with her and only her.

"Hey, beautiful." I painfully croaked, clearing my throat as i took her cold hand in mine, settling into the green chair beside her bed.

"Hi." She whispered, so quietly i almost missed it.

I sat up straight and breathed erratically as her eyes slowly began to peel themselves open. Her deep-brown eyes were glazed and bloodshot, and for a moment i barley recognized her. It pained me inside when she attempted a smile, but she was to weak to even manage that.

"Are you ok? Do you need anything? Scar, I'm so fucking sorry this happened to you." I held in a sob and tried to stay as strong as i possibly could for her sake.

"W-water." She forced out her words and pushed up on her hands, wiggling her body up and into a seated position.

She gasped, winced and then cried out in pain, causing me to jump to her side. "Scarlet?"

"I - I'm fine. Just, please - water. I - I can't -"

I turned around and spotted a jug of water and a small glass on the table beside her bed. I reached out and poured her a full cup, hoping that the water would help her talk more clearly. I handed it to her and helped her wrap her fingers around the cup, slowly tipping it towards her mouth, allowing the cold liquid to run down her clouded throat. She sipped slowly at first and clenched her eyes shut, before gulping it down like her life depended on it. She pushed it away and it dripped down her chin, clearing away some of the soot that stained her skin.

"What happened?" She screeched, her voice sounding louder now.

I sunk back into the chair and placed the glass back onto the table, before instantly finding her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine.

"Jack and Archie." I seethed. "They threw a petrol bomb through the back window of the car. You had fallen asleep and i was on the phone when it happened. I'm so sorry."

"You saved me?" She smiled weakly, a look of adoration in her eyes.

I shook my head and hid my eyes from her, too ashamed to even meet her burning gaze. "Tommy did. He saved us both. I got you out of the car, but i was too weak to get us away from it before i blew up. Tommy had heard about what Jack and Archie were planning - he made it just in time to pull us both away."

"But you tried." She whispered. "You risked your life for me and that means everything." She choked. "I love you, Harry. You don't always have to save me, you know that, right? I'm still going to love you no matter what."

"No. It's not enough. I should have been the one to save you. I -"

"Can i tell you something?" She whispered, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"Anything." I replied, breathlessly.

She took in a deep breath and fixed her gaze on mine. Her eyes were tear filled yet a hint of a smile traced it's way onto her pump lips. "Before i woke up in here, i saw my brother."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"He told me to open my eyes. I - But - What I'm trying to tell you is that - He's dead. He died in a car accident. Mum and dad were arguing, like they always did. And none of us knew it at the time, but dad was drunk. It all happened so quickly. I tried to save him, Harry. But i couldn't," She sobbed, clenching her chest with her free had as she struggled to continue.

Why hadn't she told me this before?

"And it's haunted me everyday since. So, i need you to promise me that if for some reason anything happens to me, you won't blame yourself. I don't want you to feel the same guilt that i did - that i do."

I reached out and wiped away her falling tears, pressing the palm of my hand to her icy cheek.

"Scar, i need you to know that i am going to do whatever it takes to get us out of this alive. And that might mean i have to do things you don't want me to. I might need to kill. Do you understand what i am trying to tell you?"

She nodded her head, but still looked shocked. But before i could explain further, the door swung open and a doctor walked inside, holding a chart in his hands. His golden-green eyes scanned me impatiently before they shot around to Scarlet, who now looked like she were about to burst into tears or be sick. I tightened my grip around her fingers and to my relief, she squeezed back.

"Miss Evans, we would like to have a chat with you. In private." He spoke sternly, not bothering to glance in my direction.

"You can say it in front of Harry." She insisted. "I want him here."

"Very well." He sighed, raking a hand through his dirty-blonde hair.

He closed the door over, and pushed his glasses up before glancing down at his papers.

"Well, the fire has left you with a few minor burns - as well as a good amount of scratches and bruises. But those are all things that will heal in time. Faster if you stay rested and avoid stress. The thing is, Miss Evans - we did some tests and found gamma hydroxybutyric acid, otherwise known as GHB in your system. This explains why you had passed out moments before the incident itself took place."

"Wait! What?" She cried out. "Drugs? That - that's not possible. I have never taken drugs in my life." Her eyes were panicked now, and the doctor in front of us looked concerned.

"GHB is also known as a date rape drug. It's possible someone spiked you in order to make you we-"

"Oh my god." She gulped down heavily, looking aimlessly ahead of her.

"What? What is it?" I asked, causing her head to snap around.

Her eyes burned into mine, and every time she went to speak she choked. She shook her head and mumbled under her breath over and over again.

"Niall. It's Niall. It's him." She screamed. "The only person i took a drink from was Niall! He had been bringing me them all night. Harry, it's him - he's the snitch." She cried out, her body shaking in fear as the realization that she had been drugged by someone she thought was her friend, sunk in.

"No." I demanded. "Not Niall, it can't be."

"Yes, Harry. It all makes sense now. Why he always stood in the back and said nothing - he was listening. He drugged me, Harry. It's him. It's been him all this time."

I stood to my feet and stormed towards the door, seeing nothing but red and revenge as i swung the door open and marched into the hallway. My friends now stood beside Liam and Belle, and the only person missing was Niall.

"Where the fuck is he?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and everyone was now looking in my direction.

"What? Who? Tommy - he's -"

"NOT FUCKING TOMMY! NIALL." I roared, cutting off a confused Cooper.

He looked down the row of boys and his eyebrows furrowed together. Then Zayn stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I haven't seen him since we got the phone-call from Lana, warning us about Jack and Archie." Zayn mumbled, and i knew then that the truth became clear in his mind. All this time i thought it was Clyde, when in fact it was someone i trusted with my life.

He stepped away from me and shook his head, breathing heavily and unevenly as anger bubbled inside of him. He screamed out loud and kicked the wall beside him, making the rest of the boys more confused than they had been before.

"What the fuck is going on?" Cooper raised his voice and stepped into my view.

"Niall is the one who has been feeding information to Jack and Charlie, that's what." I spoke with no emotion, and i suddenly felt numb. One of my oldest and closest friends had betrayed me in one of the worst ways he possibly could.

"No way, no fucking way." Clyde scoffed. "Niall ain't the snitch, he ain't got the balls to do something as stupid as that."

I moved towards him and kept walking until his back hit the wall. I wrapped my fingers around his neck and pushed his head into the cold and hard, stone wall. My teeth clenched and my jaw tightened.

"He drugged my girlfriend. He told them where we were. He is to blame for this, and i want you to find him so that i can make him pay. Do i make myself clear?" I bellowed in anger, making my orders clear as i threw Clyde to the floor. Sniggering as his body hit the marbled ground with a loud and unforgiving thud. I had been waiting to do that since the day he put his hands around Scarlet's neck.

I looked around at all the faces i had grown up with. My boys. My gang. And it comforted me to know that most of them, no matter what, would be there for me. I looked to Cooper and my eyes pleaded with him. He knew me better than anyone, and he knew what i was thinking. He nodded his head and turned to the others, ordering them to go and find Niall.

"Find him and bring him to me. Leave Harry, Scarlet and Tommy alone. Clear?" He spoke loudly and confidently - like a true leader.

"Clear." They all mumbled in return. And within moments, they were hurrying down the corridor and heading towards the exit.

Cooper grabbed hold of my hospital gown and tugged me towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around me as he engaged me in a tight hug. He had never hugged me before. It was odd, but welcomed. He patted my back heavily as i hugged him back. I had to admit, for i moment i thought i would never see any of them again. And to my surprise, that thought saddened me more than i ever thought it could. These boys weren't just my gang - they were my family.

"Don't you ever put me through that again, you hear me? I thought you were dead." He breathed, pushing me back before holding me at arm's length. His eyes now glazed over. "I mean, i don't know why, but you dying would mess me up a little. You're a fucking prick. But I've warmed to you. So keep yourself alive, will ya?"

I was just about to reply with a sly and insulting remark, when i heard someone clear their throat behind me. Cooper looked over my shoulder and rolled his eyes, trying to contain his anger as he quickly walked away. I instantly knew that Tommy was behind me, and that Cooper had walked away from one of his oldest enemies. I turned on my heels and looked at him with a blank expression. He too, looked ill. His usual slightly-tanned skin was an off shade of yellow, and his eyes looked like they were struggling to stay open.

"Can i see her? Please." He asked, standing in front of me with his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his red jacket.

"Yeah. But don't be long, ok? She needs to rest." I insisted, nodding in the direction of Scarlet's room.

"Ok." He mumbled, talking a few steps closer to the door.

I held out my arm and blocked his path, causing him to look up at me with shocked and irritated eyes. I softened my features and pulled my arm back.

"I'm not going to start anything, fuck sake." I snapped. "Do you really think i would do that to her? Huh? Let me tell you something. I planned on killing you after Christmas, but decided i couldn't do it. Do you know why? Beca-"

"Because you would never do anything to hurt her. Yeah. I know. I get that." He insisted. "I thought about killing you myself, but i couldn't hurt her like that, either."

"Look," I breathed out, shaking my head as i prepared to say the words i never thought i would, especially to Tommy. "Thank you. Thank you for saving her. For saving me. I appreciate it."

I held out my hand for him to shake, and felt an uneasy feeling run through my cold veins. He hesitated for a few moments, but eventually slide his rough and bruised hand into mine. It was then that we looked at one another and came to an unspoken agreement.

We were enemies, but we shared one goal: keeping Scarlet safe.


Scarlet's P.O.V

My eyes felt like they were being wielded shut, and my lungs and throat felt like they had been cut open and drowned in toxic acid. My body was heavy, almost like it was being weighed down by bricks. But the pain didn't seem to matter anymore. Harry was safe and so was i, and that was the only form of medication i needed.

My eyes slowly drifted across the room when i heard the door squeak open. A smile found it's way to my lips when i saw Tommy enter. And when i looked past him, i saw Harry at the door, smiling at me reassuringly.

"I'm going to go home quickly and get some clean clothes, do you need anything?" Harry asked, leaning against the door-frame.

"Just clothes. Thanks. Please don't be too long." I gasped, feeling uncomfortable about him leaving what i assumed to be safe grounds.

"I won't, baby, i promise." He insisted, blowing me a kiss, which i caught weakly in my hands.

I nodded and he left, closing the door over behind him. Tommy was now sitting in the green seat beside my bed, staring at me like he had never seen me before. I smiled and giggled lightly, ignoring the pain that shot across my spine.

"So you saved my life, huh?" I asked.

He shook his head and breathed out, clasping his hands together in his lap. "Harry did the hard part. But yeah, i helped - so i guess we're even now, Evans." He teased, smirking lightly as he dragged the chair across the floor, shuffling himself closer.

I stayed silent, suddenly not knowing what to say. I couldn't chase the sickening thoughts out of my head. I had been drugged, caught in a fire, and almost lost my life. And i couldn't remember a moment of it. It was like my memory had been erased. And though some people may find that comforting, i just found it terrifying. I wanted to know. I wanted to be alert - i didn't want to be this weak. I just wanted the torture and torment to end. I just wanted Charlie to get whatever he was planning over with. I couldn't bear to live like this anymore. It was making me lose my mind.

"Your family are on their way. I just got off the phone with Becky." He smiled, bringing me back to reality.

"To be honest, I'd rather they didn't. I don't want people to see me like this." I said in a hushed manner.

"But you're going to be ok, right? The doctor did say that." He asked, panicked.

I nodded, biting on my lower lip. "Physically, yes. But I'm not up here." I murmured, poking the side of my head with my finger.

"It will get easier." He demanded.

"Not it won't. You know it won't, Tommy. You just want it to." I replied, sinking down into the bed.

I looked around the room, trying to clear my head, trying to think of a solution. And that's when it hit me. Everyone had kept me safe, and now it was my turn. It was me Charlie wanted dead, and only me. I had to take matters into my own hands.

I pushed myself up and shot my eyes back around to Tommy, who was now looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"Your phone, do you have it?" I asked, holding out my hand.

"Yeah, yeah, here." He fished into his jacket pocket and pulled out the old-fashioned phone, placing it in my shaking hands.

I smiled at him and ignored him when he asked me who i was calling. I scrolled through his contacts until i finally found the number i was looking for. I pressed call and instantly brought the device to my ear, biting my lip impatiently as it began to ring.

"Tommy? Finally. What happened, is Scar-"

"Jack. It's me, Scarlet." I stated firmly, pushing Tommy away when he attempted to grab the phone away from me.

"Are you ok?" Jack asked, sounding choked up.

"Like you care. You are the one who almost killed me, remember?" I hissed, feeling poison drip from my words.

"I didn't know you where in the car. I sw-"

"I don't care." I snapped, silencing him. "I need you to pass on a message to Charlie. Tell him that if he want's to kill me now is his chance. I'm in hospital and once Tommy leaves, I'll be alone. Tell him I'm ready and I'm waiting." I hung up the phone midway through his gasp.

I looked across to Tommy and forced the phone back into his hand, ignoring his angry and worried expression. "You need to go Tommy. There's no need for you to be apart of this." I said, folding my arms across my chest, tearing my eyes away from him.

"I can't let you do this." He screamed, trying to get me to take notice.

"You can't stop me, Tommy. This has to end. I love you, ok? You've been the best friend i could have ever wished for. Please, please just go now." I held back my tears and kept my eyes on the door, relived when the room fell silent.

He stepped out and positioned himself at the end of my bed, forcing me to look him dead in the eyes. "I can't let you do this, Scarlet. You can't die. I'm sorry."

I narrowed my eyes and watched him intensely as he made his way up the side of the bed, his eyes lost and dark as they looked blankly into mine. He reached into his pocket and pulled on a black leather glove.

"Sorry for wha-"

Harry's P.O.V

I shoved all that i could into a large duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder before making my way to the top of the stairs. I looked down at the party guests who were still having the time of their life's, drinking my dads liquor. They were all so oblivious as to what had gone on a few hours before. I envied them. They seemed so relaxed and carefree, and that was something i had never had the pleasure of being. I shook my head and forced my floppy and damp curls into the sides of my beanie as i slowly made my way down the stairs, ignoring all the people who called out my name as i hurried out the door, slamming it shut behind me - knowing i would never return to the place i called home.

The cold and chilling air numbed my agonized skin, and Cooper slammed his hand down on the horn of his blacked-out SUV. I nodded and ran towards the car, pulling the passenger side door open.

"Where to?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Just as i was about to tell him to drive back to the hospital, my phone lit up with Becky's name.

"Hello?" I answered. "I'm on my way back now, is she ok?"

"We were hoping you could answer that question. She's not here, Harry. She's gone." She hushed a whisper, and the line was now crackling.

"What the fuck do you mean, she's gone? She can't be gone. I left her fifteen minutes ago." I screamed.

"Gone. Room wreaked, drips ripped out - gone, Harry. And by the looks of it, not willingly."

I dropped the phone to the floor and turned to Cooper, feeling like someone had just kicked me in the stomach.

"Get Amber. Get her now. It's starting."

I didn't say another word - i couldn't. I simply forced the car door open, reached down to pick up the phone that i had dropped on the floor and jumped out before Cooper could stop me. I didn't know where i was going or how i was going to get there. All i knew was that i had to find her, and i had to find her fast.