The Bad Styles

Chapter 33

i haven't been updating . . idk if you guys still read this book so yeah

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I was so scared, Zayn and Harry fighting?

I ran to Harry, and tried to pull him off of him. It didn't work, I looked to Zayn, and yelled at him.

"Why are you just laying there?"

He looked at me, then started blocking Harry's hits.

Finally, I got Harry to stop.

"Harry?" I turned my body towards him, looking at him.

The side of his face was facing me. And it only pissed me off more.

"Harry!" I said a little bit more louder.

He turned his head toward me, his nostrils flaring.

"Yes?" he hoarsely breathed out.

"What was that?" my voice rising.

What type of friend does that!?

"You don't understand."

"You're right, so please. Help me understand, why you would just rush him on sight? He's the one that helped us ya know."

That remark, had him fuming.

"He's the reason why we're in this position!"

I looked at him sideways, not understanding what he was saying.

"What?"

I looked at Zayn, he was watching us go back and forth, with a cigarette in his mouth. He cleared his throat and got up.

"Well, this is were I come in."

Harry was sending daggers. I looked at Zayn. Waiting for him to begin.

"I work for Michael."

As soon as those words left his mouth, he began telling his story.

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{after Zayn's story}

"What!"

I slowly scooted my way towards Harry, going behind him and burying my head into his back.

"Awe, Breanne. Don't be that way."

"Don't," Harry began.

"What, don't speak to her?" Zayn then threw his head back and started laughing.

(Liam's P.o.v)

I wiped the water droplet that fell onto my face. As I slowly opened my eyes, it looked as if I never opened them.

Dark.

I felt around on the floor, but it was just cold cement.

I reached into my boot, and grabbed my phone.

Thank God it was on 90%.

I went to my flash, and then I fount Niall, in the corner asleep. I grabbed him and shook him awake.

He slowly lifted himself up, and looked around.

"Where are we?" Niall croaked.

"I'm not sure, but let me call Harry."

I went to my contacts and called him.

-phone convo-

h- liam?

l- yeah, where are you?

h- I'm not sure, but im looking for you & niall.

l- ill just message you, see if you can track our location.

h- okay

-end of convo-

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-Gabby's P.o.v-

I woke up from a call, I didn't check to see who it was, but I answered.

-phone-

hello?

gabby, its Bre. Where are you?

home, why?

no, get your stuff and go

what, why?

just go! go to Louis, he's in the hospital. go to him, they're looking for you.

who's looking for me, Bre? you're scaring me!

Michael. hurry get your keys and go.

-end-

I hopped out of bed, and grabbed my car keys. I left my pajamas on, and I ran outside.

I put the key in the ignition and sped off, there was a car following, but it had switched lanes.

-hospital parking lots-

I parked into the parking lots that were inside. I got out my car, and locked the doors. As I made my way to the elevator, I heard footsteps, I looked back, but saw no one.

I started walking fast. Then I heard whistling. I turned around and seen a guy, with a cloth in his hand. I turned around and booked it. Running as fast as I could to the elevator. As I got to it, I started pushing the button. It finally opened, I ran in and starting ramming the button with my hand. He was an arms length away. Then it closed .

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