Drowning in the wave | h.s.

Chapter Five

Niall's breathy voice sounds through the room. Before Niall went on the small stage with his guitar he already found the men when we entered the bar.

I look after the men the whole time. I guess they are 30 to 40 years old. Everyone has dark clothes on, a grimly face and beer in their hands. And certainly they are all sitting in the darkest corner in this room.

But one of them looks that wicked that it can't be going out well. He's concentrating on Niall's performance and is watching every step Niall does. The others look not amused and play cards. What do they want?

Liams hand is waving forward my face. I raise my eyebrow. "Why are you looking at the table over there? Are you even listening to Nialls songs?" "Sure", I say offended and cross my arms across my chest. Liam looks at me searchingly. "You don't." He stands up. "I'll go to the bar now. Do you want something?" I shake my head and Liam goes away. In this moment Niall stops to play and walks off of the stage. And in this moment the men of the corner stand up. So I stand up as well. I go to the table of the men and I see Niall how he's trying to ignore them but I pull him determinated to the group.

"Harry, I'm not sure if-" "It's alright. Come on. That will not be that bad. I promise", I mean and hear Niall's deep breath. I don't know what will happen but to be honest: it can't be worst.

The man who was the whole time concentrating on Niall was taller than I though. He has some centimeters more than me and have rogue eyes. They're just black. It's scary. He's like a demon of some shitty horror film.

"Niall James Horan. I see you bring a friend with you." He smiles. It was soft but you can see something diabolic behind it anyway.

"Hi, I'm Shawn Godfellow." I hold my hand in the air and wait for him to shake it.

His winkle of his mouth twiches. "Mr. Styles, I though your parents have teach you. You shall not lie. That's not good for everyone." I let my hand fall. Alright.

Okay. He just know your name. Maybe because of Niall. And he don't know your parents. It's alright. Calm down. That is not saying much.

I'm trying to not make a surprised face. "You know my name", I notice.

"You have talent. I saw your paintings. Very profoundly." He's holding his chest with the hands.

I hawk. "And you are?" Don't show him any impression.

His smile gets bigger. I just want to push him down. That is the only thing you can think seeing this man.

He comes closer to me and stares at me some seconds. "Excuse me, that was not very polite." His eyes shines. "I'm Andrew Harrison."

I look at him askance. Who is this man? By the time the other men come behind Andrew Harrison and are looking at Niall and me like hostiles they wanted to kill.

"Okay, Mr. Harrison. I don't want to discuss about some shit. What do you want from me? And why do you know Harry's name?"

I'm very surprised when Niall goes in front of me and looks at Harrison bravely. I hope he's not saying more inappropriated things because he's good in that and to provoke this or rather the men isn't a good idea.

Andrew Harrison doesn't dhow any expression. He still smiles and stands still. "Oh Niall. I don't want anything of you. I've just been waiting that you introduce Mr. Styles to me."

I cross my arms across my chest and wanted to say something but a voice let me turn around.

"Harry, Niall, I have searched after you for minutes and - ehm hey?" Liam faces Harrison and the others.

"Liam Payne. Your best friend. Am I right?" I nod to Harrison and look at him quizzically. "We need to talk", he just says, "alone."

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