Live While We're Spies (A One Direction and Jonas Brothers Spy Story)

Chapter 7

I struggled against whomever was holding me back from hitting Harry again. There was no point in holding back anymore. I’d already punched the cocky smirk off of his face. I’d get in trouble with the agency either way. So adding a black eye or two to the list of bodily injuries I’d managed to give Harry Styles sounded fantastic.

“She’s got a damn good left hook,” Harry muttered, rubbing his jaw slightly.

“I haven’t even show you half of what I can do!” I yelled, struggling to land another punch on Harry.

“Savannah!” Zayn said, alerting me to the fact that he was the one who was holding me back. “Calm down!”

“Let go of me right this second Malik!” I said, my tone sounding almost animalistic with the growl that escaped me.

“No, as much as he might deserve it,” Zayn said, keeping his tone calm and tightening his hold as I struggled. “I can’t let you use Harry as a human punching bag.”

A little smirk began playing on Harry’s lips as Zayn struggled to pull me back further from Harry. I felt my insides boil at the sight of that smirk. It was a smirk that stated the understanding he had of the others and how they wouldn’t let me touch him. Weather it was righteous vengeance or not, they wouldn’t let me lay a hand on him if they could help it.

I could only assume it would be out of concern for the safety of their friend and dislike of possibly have to talk to the press about any visible bruises Harry was sporting. But a small part of me wanted to believe that maybe it was from them not wanting me to get in trouble. That was doubtful and incredibly stupid of me. I wasn’t even sure why I had that small hope, I didn’t care about what the boys thought about me… but I felt the want all the same.

“C’mon Savannah,” Liam said, standing up and beginning to help Zayn pull me further away from Harry. “Just calm down so we can take you to your place.”

“No,” I snapped, pulling against their attempts to pull me away. “I need to teach that prat a lesson!”

“Please, after how much you were crying about possibly getting sacked last night, I doubt you’d be stupid enough to throw another punch at me,” Harry said, his tone making him sound quite sure of what he was saying.

I froze, feeling my face heat up as my rage boiled a bit more in the pit of my stomach along with some newfound embarrassment. I was having some trouble recalling the event that Harry was referencing but I slightly remember feeling somewhat emotional the night before. And for it to be brought up in such a way… it stung. It stung a good deal more than I would’ve admitted to any of the boys.

I found that Zayn’s grip was loosening slightly, maybe because of the lack of struggling I was putting up. I took my chance and pulled out of both his and Liam’s grips. But rather than making a move to punch Harry again, I turned my back and began walking away. I went back up the stairs and into the room I’d woken up in.

Once inside the room, I shut the door and went over to where I’d lain the dress. Messing around with one of the hidden pockets in it I found my cell phone. I picked it up and went back over to the door and sat against it so the boys couldn’t open it. I quickly turned the phone on and pressed a few buttons, not caring that it was early and the person I was calling was probably still asleep.

One ring. Two, three… four rings and somebody picked up. “Hello?” Joe’s groggy voice greeted me.

“Hey Joe…” I said my voice quiet and a bit shaky.

“Savvy?” Joe asked, sounding a bit confused but slightly more alert. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yea…” I said, trying to sound a little less downcast and a bit more cheerful. I’d most likely failed miserably by the slight hum Joe let out. “Look… c-can you please come pick me up? Somehow I ended up at the Directions house last night. And…”