Bad Influence ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 4

That night Liam offered to let me sleep in his room, but just for the night so he told me. I don't know what they expected from me, they wanted me to stay here and sleep anywhere but the beds reserved for all five of them.

I was annoyed as I walked down the stairs, all of the lads were still sleeping. I went into the kitchen to make some toast, Stella was there reading.

"Sleep good?" She smiled at me.

"Not really." I sighed. "I want to go back home to my own bed."

"Then leave." She shrugged her shoulder.

"No she's not." Harry said stretching his arms out and yawning. He made his way to toaster and took my toast biting down on one them.

"That's mine." I stood up and yanked it out of his hands.

"My house, my toast." He snatched it from me and took a bit right in front of my face.

"Harry, come on." I whined.

"Lucky you, the boys will be gone all day. You get me alone." He smirked and continued eating the toast. His voice was dark in the morning.

I heard a stampede march down the stairs, I heard Louis yell "Stella."

"That's my cue, bye Ev." She ran out with Louis and the boys and I was left alone with Harry.

I sat across from him as I watched him eat my toast.

"How'd you get a house this big?"

He shifted his attention from the ground to my eyes. "I bought it." He said with his mouth full.

"How'd you get the money?" I said chalk full of questions.

"How'd you get to be annoying?" He said with a straight face. A piece of his curls fell in front of his face, he brushed it back with his hands.

I frowned. "I'm just trying to make conversation."

"I know all about you Everly." He stood up and walked over to me. He bent down next to me, his face inches from mine. I felt myself start to sweat. He inched dangerously closer and I closed my eyes. "And I know you find me irresistible."

I opened my eyes to find him smirking like he had just won. His face finally backing away from me, I could no longer feel his breath on me.

"You're wrong."

"Okay." He chuckled. "Then why'd you close your eyes? I know what you were anticipating." He teased. I could feel my face turn beat red.

"I-I-" before I could get anything out Harry left the kitchen. Still baffled I chased after him. I had no clue what to say to him, I actually felt I was at a loss for words. I didn't like Harry so why was I feeling like this? "What are you doing?" Is the only thing I could think of.

"What, do you have to know my every move? None of your business." He scowled.

"Well...Can you at least tell me where my brother is?"

"Nope." He said putting his feet up on the coffee table and rested back on the couch.

I was getting nowhere with him.

"Why not?" I said aggravated.

"Because, I don't take orders from you." He says with a sly smile. He really knew how to piss me off.

A knock came from the door, it startled both Harry and I. He grabbed my wrist and whispered for me to go upstairs. Before I could do so the door was knocked down, there stood a familiar face. Donavon.

Harry turned his head violently toward me. "Run!" He shouted, I watched Harry grab Donavan by the waist and slam him on the ground. He threw punches while he was on top of him.

Donavan punched Harry in the face as he fell to the side of where Donavan was laying. He quickly stood up and chased after me, he grabbed me suddenly on the stairs and then put a hand over my mouth.

We walked us both slowly over to Harry who was on the ground wiping the blood from his mouth.

"I'm gonna make you watch, Styles." I could feel his breath across the back of my neck as I shuddered in fear.

His hands traveled up my shirt as Harry stood up quickly. Donavan pulled out a knife and put it sharply to my neck. "Make a move and I won't hesitate to slit her throat."

Donavan chuckled causing me to close my eyes tightly as I prepared for the worst. I felt his hand shift to the band of my pants. I opened my eyes slightly to look at Harry. I watched his eyebrows furrow in anger. He quickly pulled something out of his pocket and threw it, hitting Donavan right between his eyes.

I felt the knife leave my throat and a thud. I stepped away from the body shaking terribly.

"You could've killed me!" I said realizing it was a knife Harry threw.

"I never miss." He said grabbing the knife lodged into Donavan's face. "You're welcome." Harry made his way into the kitchen. I follow him, he grabbed a paper towel to clean the blood from his knife.

I was completely panicking, they guys were right...I wasn't safe. How the hell did I get in the middle of this?

"There's a dead body in the living room." I said with trembling hands.

"I'll have the guys take care of it."

"Take care of it?" That was a human, yes a despicable human being but still a person who had a life, he was someone's son, lover, friend.

"What do you want me to do?" He chuckled. "Call the cops?"

"I-I don't know!" I said running my hands through my hair. "You just killed a person."

"Wow, yeah I did." He said in shock looking at me. Then his face turned back to something emotionless. "Wouldn't be my first."

"What? What do you mean? You're a murderer?" I said horrified.

Harry just rolled his eyes at me. The guys came home, we heard the door shut. They all walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I wait for their reaction of the dead body in the living room. Nothing.

"Well?" I said to them.

They all shrugged there shoulders and asked, "what?"

"You know, the body in the living room?" I said trying to get some sort of reaction out of them.

"Oh yeah, nice job Harry." Louis said taking a sip of his beer.

Harry raised his glass to Louis and took a sip.

"I'm living in a mad house." I grabbed my hair with my hands. "He just murdered someone!"

"We all have." Zayn chuckled.

"What?" I looked at Liam.

"What the actual hell is going on? You guys are criminals. I-I'm leaving." I headed for the front door passing the dead body on my hair.

A familiar set of hands grabbed my waist keeping me from leaving, it was Harry.

"How many times do we have to do this?" He said annoyed. "Elbow me in the chest one more time and I won't hesitate to-"

"Let me go!" I struggled. Harry put his large hand over my mouth to shut me up.

"Guys take care of this before it starts to smell." Harry put me over his shoulders and walked upstairs.

He threw me down on Liam's bed and started to walk away.

"Wait." I called out to him.

"What?" He turned around to face me.

"Why'd you save me?"

He took a moment. "You're Liam's sister."

"Yeah but... Why does that matter so much?"

He didn't answer me, he shut the door and like that he disappeared from my sight. Once again I was alone in this dreadful house with nothing to do with a bunch of criminals who were the least bit thrilled to have me here themselves.