Hunters ≫ H.S (Sequel to Runners) DISCONTINUED

Chapter [3]

[Harry Styles]

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My knuckles collided into the surface of the metal door, barely missing Niall's skull from below.

He had ducked in time, skimming down the surface of the get away van's insides. I swing my fist at him again but Niall's arm shoots up into the space between us, blocking the punch. There were concerned grumbles and shouts from my men who were guarded back behind us two. Louis was apart of the bystanders, watching my anger unleash on the unlucky blonde.

"You lying sack of shit!" I growl while reaching out for the collar of his shirt again. Niall swallowed back a helpless gulp, "How could you betray me like this?"

My fist finally lodged into his cheekbone. There was a split in between the skins of my fingers and a crunch of Niall's upper jaw. He tried to fend off my incoming fist again by holding out his hands but I swatted them both away to get another shot at his left cheek. Blood splattered against my orange jumpsuit as Niall gasped in agony.

"You've been lying to me-" I slam my fist down, "this-" and then again, "entire-" one more shot to his face, "time!" Suddenly my arms were tugged backwards and my aggression was left to a halt. Finally Louis and the others had stepped in, pulling me back to my knees. "That was five years of trust Niall, all of it gone!"

"Harry that's enough!" Louis butted in, shoving my chest to the floor down in front of him. I could feel the van moving underneath me now, "He's had enough."

My gaze was interrupted by the smirk on Malia's lips standing out behind the chaos. Her hands were still planted on her hips as she walked around Niall and the others who were helping him off the floor. I kept my elbows planted behind my back, my wrist and knuckles all sore and bloody from my outburst.

"Now that the worst is over..." Malia begins while holding out her hand for me to take.

I spit at her and stand up on my own. Louis stood closely beside Malia, his expression was ghosted with concern. He was scared of me now, and I would be too if I were him.

"I have to admit. With Niall knowing where your long lost Uncle was this entire time is pretty shitty-" Malia suddenly mocks and I lunge at her but a heavy hand pulls my shoulder backwards into an equally heavy chest. Malia didn't even flinch a bit. I grumble looking up to find Tank hovering behind me. He was putting little effort into holding me back. "But what's even more shitty is that after all that; Uncle Benny still managed to take your girlfriend away from you."

Louis takes a quick look her way and then swallows nervously.

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

I've accepted the fact that Addison was gone but I still had no concrete answers. No one here seems to have a clue and now their all just pulling my leg for the hell of it.

I huff through my nostrils aggressively while trying to pull Tank off of me, "What the hell are you talking about Malia?" I ask.

She turns to Louis and butts into his shoulder. Louis bows his head forward, unable to actually look at me now. The van takes a soft leap into the air suddenly and the crowd wobbles. I watch two men carry Niall to the back corner where they hold his head up against the van's wall. Cloth shirts were pressed to his bleeding nose and his icy eyes were barely opened through the slits that I punched at. He looked my way and his grip tightened around the ruby soaked cloth that he was holding up.