Danger Zone

Chapter 6:

His jaw was extremely defined, sharp as a knife. His eyebrows were bushy, resting just above his eyes that were covered by shaped curls of auburn hair. Peeking at me here and there, the suns blinding rays made the blazing green of his eyes much more apparent.

“Can I actually do something?”

I’ve been transported to a very . . . suspicious looking warehouse. I was a tad bit adamant about entering – as I usually am – and put up quite a protest, clawing my way out of Harry’s grip and running like mad – as usual. I had gotten a comfortable amount of space between the boy and me when a blow was sent to the dip in my side, stopping my withering escape.

I had grown tired of being straddled by the all too familiar male by the time Harry appeared above us both and frowned at the scene before him. Zayn finally got off of me, hoisting me up immediately after. Harry nodded and said, “Thanks again man, for letting her stay here with the rest of the gang.”

My head shot in the man’s direction. Letting me stay here? Excuse you.

Nevertheless, Zayn merely shrugged it off and handed me over to Harry who, with a knowing smirk, threw me over his shoulder with ease.

My eyes grew wide in awe as we entered the domain, scanning over the various electronics and furnishings. From the small glances I was granted I studied what you could assume to be a family room. In the center was a large leather couch placed directly in front of a rather large TV, the wall behind consisting of bricks in all different shades of reds making the room look very chic.

My line of sight was directed to a familiar group of people clad in all black. The sound of my feet hitting the wood flooring was apparent, but my prudent manner forced my eyes to stay on the audacious gathering.

Harry cleared his throat uneasily. “Okay, well, you’ve already met Stella, and this is Zayn, who you’ve met too.” You could’ve cut the tension with a knife.

“That’s Louis,” He said pointing to a man with shaggy chestnut hair. I examined him closely, seeing as his eyes, a shade of frigid blue, were intriguingly warm. Then I noticed a girl, gripping on to his sweater as to not let go and attack me. Suddenly it dawned in me, the way she flinched as she shifted on her feet and the small cuts and scratches speckling her face – this was the girl that I had fought with! I sent a rude glare at her and watched in content as her grip on Louis tightened immensely.

“That’s, um, Bailey. She’s the girl you-“

“Pummeled?”

“Creamed?”

“Pounded?”

“Beat down?”

“Enough! God, you’re all assholes,” she hissed, glaring at each of the boys, Louis especially. I watched as the brunettes’ face paled. She stormed out of the room and Louis turned to the rest of the group and cracked a smile.

“You guys just got me in a whole lot of shit.”

He then turned to me and I realized it was my turn to pale. With a serious look, he stuck his in front of me and said, “Welcome to the gang.”

With a relived sigh, I shook his hand vaguely.  Before I knew it, he had dragged me into an uncomfortable hug. My eyes widened with fear and I stood frozen in place as he let go. I could feel an unappreciative glare from Harry to Louis and I staggered back into Harry. He wrapped his large arms around my shoulders and I instantly felt instinct take over.

I hunched over and crammed my elbow into the boy’s rock hard side, persuading an ‘oomph’ to make its way out of him.  I squirmed from his grasp and into Louis’. His arms were much stronger built and I knew he would be more of a challenge to escape. Since wriggling out of his grip wasn’t an option, I decided to take a less merciful route. With a swift kick to the groin, I flipped around in his hold and sent my palm into his nose. His hands slipped from my waist and retracted to his nose quickly, as planned.