Vulnerable (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch. 6

The rest of the weekend is spent with the same people, going out, watching movies, then helping Veronica and Riley take home a drunken Danny home on Sunday. When isn't he getting drunk?

Then on Monday was back to work for me, yes my summer job at a Dairy Queen downtown. I worked only Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays all from ten in the morning until six in the afternoon, which was alright with me. It gave me something to do, and I got payed a decent amount, and made different friends, so that was great.

By the time I can actually have some time to myself and stay home, it was Wednesday and I was home alone, since Julia was working, cleaning around my room, trying to organize my small closet.

I cursed under my breath when I saw the scattered pile of library books on the floor by my bed. I checked the time seeing it was just one in the afternoon, and so I picked up my books and went to find my library card and money in my bag and left my room and headed down the stairs to the front door. The library was a good ten, maybe fifteen, minute walk from my house, and it was real warm outside, so this walk would be nice. Since it was Wednesday, there weren't many people out. Most work, or stay home, the only people I see, are children basically.

I'm walking in front of a small restaurant bar and look through the window to see James sitting at a table facing the front, talking to someone who's back is facing the front and so I only see his curly brown hair. I see James laugh quickly and take a sip of what I suppose to be water, and continue to walk.

When I reach the library, I return the books and pay the small fee, since they were overdue, and quickly contemplate on whether or not to go and look for more books. I decide not to because Ronnie's right, I should spend the rest of our summer break having fun, not worrying over books. On my way back I'm on the street where the restaurant I saw James in is located and down the street, turning the corner, I see James walking away, home I guess. He leaves so he doesn't see me so I try continue to walk until I hear men's voices behind me.

"Look Dave, a nice tall broad up ahead." Says one and there's no one else in front or by me, so I assume they're talking to me.

"Hey pretty lady, turn around." Added the other, and as I heard the shuffling of footsteps I knew they were speeding up behind me.

"Come on baby, don't ignore us," said the first one as they finally reach up and stepped in front of me. "It's really rude, and we just wanna talk," he steps forward reaching his hands to my waist.

"Why don't you and your bozo of a friend just beat it." I say.

"Ooh feisty little mama aren't ya?" Said the friend who was a bit shorter with brown straight hair that went past his ears.

"Don't be a drag, we just wanna have some fun." Said the first one who continued to try to reach at my waist, he was taller with short dirty blonde hair and same brown eyes yet he looked like he had been having a lovely time with drugs or just too much beer.

"I said flake off dipshit!" I say at an even higher volume as I try going around them. The druggie was too quick and this time grabbed my right arm pulling me back so the short guy could grab my other arm. "Let go!" I start trying to pull away as hard as I can and I continue shouting and try to kick up my legs. There wasn't anyone who would come to help me it seemed and as if this whole place was vacant.

The taller guy pulled my arm so the other one could grab hold of it, and was moving his hands around me, and that's when I heard a low husky voice from behind us.

"Hey!" I said let her go!" He said once more. He ran and I only saw part of him since I was pushed to the side along with the guy who kept holding on to both my arms. Now was my chance to at least try to fight this guy off since his friend was still occupied. With all the force I could grab hold of I shot my knee right up and at first I didn't hit the targeted area. I tried again and got a loud squeal from the scrawny long haired guy, and he fell to the side, for a second but he still had my wrist in his hand.