Survivor (A One Direction fanfiction)

Escape

We finally found the back door, Zayn keeping an eye out for anyone following us, Lou and Niall practically dragging Liam, and Harry not disconnecting his hand from mine. When we walked out, we realized that we had parked the vehicle (a very dark black Jeep Liberty, which had three rows of seating. I had picked the Jeep so we wouldn't be noticed as easily) we had rented out front. I stood for a moment, the buzz of alcohol gone, and thought. The thick, polluted city air made it hard for me, but an idea suddenly struck. On the side of the building, there was a ladder that led to the roof. I remembered seeing an old rusty oil barrel sitting up there in the left corner, closest to the entrance. I smiled, and motioned for the boys to follow, tugging Harry along with me. I stopped at the base of the ladder.

"If this works," I whispered, releasing Harry's hand, "then get to the Jeep when I give the signal."

"Wait!!" Niall whisper yelled, "What's the signal?" he tried to hide his smile. Normally, it'd would've Louis doing that, but he still looked pretty pissed. Harry reached over and lightly smacked Niall in the back of the head.

"She'll just yell dumbass." Zayn mumbled. Niall chuckled. He could never take anything like this seriously. I stepped up onto the rusty ladder, beginning to climb. My high-heeled boots slipped, and Harry caught me. I looked at him and sighed in frustration, wriggling away from him. I took my boots off, tossing them to Zayn. "You hold onto those big guy. Oh, and this!" I said, slipping off my jacket and throwing it at his face. I smirked and climbed up to the top of the building. To my luck, the barrel was open at the top, and full of water. Thank you, rain. I began to push it towards the middle, above where the paps were standing. It could barely be heard over the thumping music in the club, and normal big city sounds. It took all my strength, but I tipped the barrel over the side and held on to keep it from falling, drenching the paps in water. They all screamed, their equipment ruined from the dirty water. I snickered and yelled at the boys to go. They skittered across to the car and jumped in it. They shoved Liam into the backseat, Harry into the passenger seat, Zayn into the very back, Lou in the seat beside Liam, and Niall got into the drivers side. He drove around to the back of the building. I climbed back down the ladder, running around the back, swearing as I stepped on little gravels. I jumped in, and closed the door. With that, Niall zoomed off like a rocket. When we got to the main road, Niall was driving on the wrong side, swerving past tons of cars coming towards us.

"What is wrong with these idiots on the wrong side of the road?!?!" Niall yelled.

"Niall, you're on the DAMNED WRONG SIDE!!!" I yelled, just as Niall swerved to the other side, avoiding a head-on collision.

"Oops."

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Liam had come to on the ride back, and had pulled me into a hug and wouldn't let go. He kept mumbling about how "Those pervs were gonna hurt you" and it frightened me, and I made Lou promise to tell me the story later.

We soon arrived back to the bus, where I dragged Liam and Lou to sit down out front of it on fold up chairs that we had on the bus.

Liam was okay, he just had a slight concussion and a black eye, along with a busted lip, and a broken finger. Lou wouldn't let me look him over, but he was finally calmed down.

"So tell me what happened." I looked Lou over warily, and then locked my gaze with Liams.

"Sis," he'd become accustomed to calling me that, "let Louis tell you. I can't remember all of it." he said it as if apologetic. I patted his knee, trying to comfort him.

"Its okay, bub." I smiled a small smile. He halfheartedly smiled back. I looked at Louis.

"Let's hear it, Lou." I breathed.

He nodded and began.

"Well, me and Liam were standing off to the side, just talking and drinking. These three older guys were standing in a group close to us, and they were talking about the hot blonde at the bar, which of course was you, the only girl at the bar. They were saying so many dirty things.." Louis' hands were shaking. "When you got up to walk into the crowd, they started to follow you. Liam and I wouldn't have that. Liam walked up and tapped one of them on the shoulder, and when he turned, Liam punched him right in the jaw." Lou sort of chuckled, "That guy hit the ground like a rock. Then-" "Louis, you looked like you were trying to kill that one muscular guy!" Liam had finally regained the memory, and his eyes were sparkling. I laughed and patted Liam's knee again, and then something hit me. Why would Louis act like that? Why would he beat someone up, for me? Liam interrupted my thoughts, telling me he had to go to the bathroom. I nodded, and looked down at my feet.

You really need to talk to Harry. Really bad.

My inner voice kept repeating that. I wanted to tell it to shut up, to make it go away. Did that thought make me crazy? Maybe a little.

"Claire, we need to talk." Louis finally spoke. I looked up at him. His blue eyes were locked on me.

"What about?" my shoulders tensed, like they always did when I was getting defensive or unnerved.

"Well..."

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