Don't leave me

Prologue

Harry's POV

The intoxicating alcohol smell surrounds the whole bar I'm in as I sit in a chair with my phone. I scrunch my nose up, recoiling from the beer, scotch.

Someone rests their hand on my shoulder and I tense up.

I slowly raise my gaze to only see Zayn's light brown eyes.

"Heyyyy mate. How youuu doin'?"

"Bored." I scoffed and brushed his hand off of me.

I hate Zayn like this, drunken slum.

His eyebrows furrowed and his lips puckered up like he ate something sour. His eyebrow piercing moves down as he scowls at me.

"Don't be like that mannn." He slurs his words slowly.

I get up and give him a disgusted look.

"Don't tell me what to do." I say sternly and turn on my heel, heading for the exit.

Behind me I can hear Zayn trying to say more words, but I tune them out.

I wrench the door open and walk outside, the wind blowing at me. I head down a street, to my flat, with my eyes staring at my boots.

My ears sting as the cold blast hits them and my hair flips different ways.

Suddenly I bump into this girl who falls down by the big impact.

I look down at the girl who sits on her bum, before offering her a hand.

She takes it and grips my cold hand, pulling herself up with some of my help.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

I look down at her and notice her brown eyes, they sparkle like stars. She shivers roughly and rubs her arms.

I move us so now the wind isn't facing her and now faces my back.

"Yeah." I look down at her again, a scared look takes place on her face.

My tongue goes over the inside part of my lip piercing, my eyebrows furrow again.

"Are you alright?" I ask, my eyes focusing on her's.

"Uh, yes. I'm fine. Thank you." She dodges my eyes and looks down.

"Come with me." I blurt out.

I don't know why I did that, but I can't take it back.

"No, I can't-"

"I don't take no for an answer." I cut her off and swiftly carry her over my shoulder.

She squirms until she knows she can't get out and stays still.

I place her down gently on her feet when we are in front of the previous bar I just left.

Her eyes widen in fear and turns around quickly.

I grab her in time by the waist and pull her back to me.

"Come on." I slip my arm around her waist and walk in.

I pull her close by me as we enter the bar. Eyes dart to us suspiciously, and Zayn's eyes widen.

"Ayy lad, see you gotcha self a girly..." He roams his eyes all over her, probing around.

A growl erupts in my chest and I glare at him.

"Back off." I say sharply through gritted teeth.

He immediately does and the girl and I take a table in the back, away from all the other men in this dirtbag place.

I look back at her, her nervous, doe eyes look around the place.

"What's your name?" I ask her softly, distracting her.

"Siobhan..." She mutters quietly.

I narrow my eyes at her, but look away quickly when she looks up at me.

"What's yours?"

My eyes meet her's and I almost forget where I am. I clear my throat and reorient myself.

"Call me... Haz."