Love is War (Punk harry styles fic)

Chapter six...

It's been 4 days since I woke up in my room with no memory of getting here. And if I'm being honest, 4 days since I left my house.I had no memory of anything that happened after the gunshot. But one thing did keep running through my mind more than anything else.What happened to Harry? Was he the one who fired the shot? Or could he have been the one hit? One things for sure, I needed to find out.

Laying in my bed staring at the roof, I tried to think of some way I could see him again. I had to ask him for answers to my questions. I sat up and looked at my clock. It was nearly 9:00 p.m. Jesse would be getting home soon so I needed to act now if I wanted a chance to leave. Walking over to my closet,I thought of what I might wear. 

My plan was that I would go to the same club I found him in last time. I would dress more appropriately so I could blend in better. Sadly, due to my conservative wardrobe, I lacked the right attire for a club. Luckily, Jesse has dozens to choose from. I ran across the hall and opened her closet. Not being too picky, I grabbed the first one I saw.

To say it was a bit revealing would be a pure understatement. It was black and hugged my curves like a second skin, barely going halfway down my thigh and the top giving off basically all of my cleavage. I thought to hell with it and grabbed my pair of yellow converse in case I needed to be able to run again. I took down my hair and shook it out, hoping for a more wild look to let me melt in with the crowd of regular club goers.

I took in a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. 'What could go wrong?' I thought to myself in pure sarcasm considering what happened last time. I'll go, I'll find him and see that he's okay then get my answers and leave. And maybe if I'm lucky, when he doesn't see, I could steal a few more pictures for my wall. Easy right? I grabbed my bag from my bed and a coat then headed out the door.

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The entire way there my min kept racing with worst case possibilities that ended in freak accidents. I got to the building and took a breath before opening the door. Luckily, this time I wouldn't stick out like a soar thumb so I didn't receive any weird glares. I stepped in and nothing looked any different than it had before. Not even the people. I ventured my way through the crowd and to the bar where I tiredly took a seat on one of the bar stools.

"What can I get you?" A voice rang from behind me. I turned around to see a tall curvy blonde with a apron on her waist standing behind the bar counter top. 

"Nothing. I'm fine thanks." I said while looking around hoping to see that familiar head of curls.I looked back to her and the expression on her face changed to a large grin.

"You've been here before haven't you? Well I mean of course you look very uh.. different. But in a good way." She said while dropping ice into a small metal container before closing it and shaking it.

"I never forget a face! It's Belle isn't it? You were looking for Harry right?"

"Oh, no I don't know what your-"

"Relax love. You're not in any danger. I'm a friend not a foe." Her demeanor came off as friendly and very bubbly.She poured the now slush like drink into a glass and pushed it toward me with a grin on her lips

"So what's a pretty sweet little thin like you doing looking for a guy like Harry?"

I looked down at the drink and used the straw to swirl it around a bit. I've never been a big fan of drinking. I looked up at her and she gave me an insistive look like she was waiting for me answer.

"I uh... was hoping to get some photos and...answers." I shyly answered.

"Aaaah. Makes sense. But between you and me, I don't thin he's very photogenic." She said with a slight snicker. I chuckled a bit at  her comment and looked up toward the large glass window in the upper corner of the room hoping to see him but sadly he wasn't there. A very risk question brewed behind my voice, daring to be asked. After all she said she was a friend and she seems to know him. Perhaps she could help me. I swallowed the gulp in my throat and looked back at her.