Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Picture Perfect

Chapter 2:

"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" I heard someone yell from outside. I heard a bang, a car door slamming, and I shifted in bed, trying to block out the sound with my pillow.

"Leave me alone!" I heard someone else yell- Harry. I don't know why, but my heart began to beat fast. Is it possible that this other gang found me? Were they trying to use someone innocent as a way to get to me? It wouldn't work, but if I could end this now, I will.

I got out of bed, already feeling much more alert than before. I went to my dresser, pulling the top drawer out and grabbing the gun I hid inside, underneath piles of clothing. I made sure it was loading, feeling much more confident as I heard the familiar click of the gun.

"Harry, you have five seconds to open the damn door and get your ass back out here!" I heard the guy yell, and now I was confused. It couldn't be someone from the other gang. They wouldn't know Harry's name. It wasn't like we had any data on him, so why would they?

I walked over to the living room window, slowly opening the blinds a bit to see outside. I saw a guy with short dark hair, wearing black torn jeans and a white t-shirt, banging on Harry's door. "Open the fucking door, Harry. You don't want me to have to break it down like last time, now do you?" He called out, my hair raised on my arms in anticipation. What was going on? Who was this guy?

The door opened, and I held my breath as Harry stepped out, looking down at the ground. His mouth moved, but he was speaking much too low to hear. I tried to read his lips, but it proved to be a futile attempt. He seemed to almost be mumbling.

I leaned closer to get a better look and saw the guy grab Harry's face, making him look up at him. I felt a bit bad as I saw that tears were streaming down his face, his lips were moving incredibly fast now, almost as if he was apologizing. Did this happen often? Why was I still even watching?

The guy leaned in close, whispering something into Harry's ear, and then he pushed him away roughly. He stumbled back, landing inside of his home. I saw the guy smirk before saying something else and walking away from him, back to his car. I let out the breath I was holding as the guy's tires screeched and he drove away. What the hell did I just witness?

I closed the blinds, knowing that none of that was even my business. It was stupid and useless to worry about. I didn't know Harry. I didn't know his personality. Maybe he messed up. Maybe he did something to really upset the guy. I didn't know the full story, so why should I give a fuck?

I looked down at my gun and sighed, unloading it as I walked back to my room. "Maybe next time." I whispered as I put the gun back in my dresser drawer. Call me crazy, but I was itching to use it. The rush of adrenaline that came with shooting a gun was amazing, and I wanted to feel that all over again. It was almost addictive, especially because of the danger.

I shut the drawer before walking back to my bed and laying down in it. I pulled the covers up and over my head before I closed my eyes, trying my best to go back to sleep, but the look of fear on Harry's face kept filling my mind.

I couldn't help it. I was attracted to danger. It always made me curious, and I wanted to know what was going on. Still, it wasn't like I could just waltz up to him and ask him about it. Not like I wanted to talk to him anyway.

I shook my head, laughing at myself for falling into this. It really was none of my business, and it was in my best intentions to let it go. I'd be out of here soon anyway. Zayn would hopefully call soon with information on the opposing gang.

I pulled the covers around my neck and closed my eyes, mentally cursing myself for forgetting to buy curtains today.

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