How To Save A Life: A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

Chapter 45: The Party Finally Begins

Nichole's POV:

My phone rang in my pocket as I made my daily rounds at the club. I looked down, surprised to hear someone text me, accidently bumping into someone. "Oh! I'm so sorr-" Shit. Of course, I had to run into James. He fell over, drunk. Maybe he'd be too drunk to recognize me?... Who the hell am I kidding? Of course he'd recognize me.

I checked my phone quickly as James stood up, and saw a text from Louis saying that there was a mascarade ball to be held at Harry's new house in an hour. Evidently he had a ballroom there or something. I sighed, knowing James wouldn't allow me to go. It's not like they actually wanted me there anyways. Tomorrow Niall would leave and forget all about me, and have a happy life again. A tear spilled from my eye, as I realized that I couldn't allow myself to ever see Niall again.

James started to pull me towards the backroom of the club, and I knew what would come next. As I tried to prepare myself for James forcing himself on me again, I suddenly felt someone yank my other arm.

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Harry's POV:

I walked into the club, looking for Sam Pepper. He was in town for the night, and needed a ride to Eliza and Louis's party. So of course, he asks me and says "I will be in the club next to some hot chick. Find me when you get there." Find him when I get there? Seriously? Because finding anyone in a club was easy! The nimrod.

I searched the crowd and froze when I saw a familiar face being dragged to the back of the club. My heart sunk. Why didn't I realize Nichole had been found by James again? I rushed through the crowd, shoving people out of my way as politely as I could. Finally I was close enough to Nichole to grab her hand. She looked up at me in surprise and gave me a weak smile. I frowned as I looked at her face. She looked so worn, like she was so used to the life she was forced to live. I wanted to cry for her.

"Oi, mate! I was about to go screw her, get off! You can use her later, but it'll cost ya!" James spat, and my face must have turned from sad to horrified for Eliza to pissed off in less than a second. I grabbed James and held him up to the nearest wall. 

"Listen here, mate, you are never going to freaking touch her again and even think about coming near her, ya hear? Because the moment you do, I will come, and I will do every thing short of killing you. I will make sure you suffer for the rest of your life, paralyzed and unable to speak, so that when they ask who did it to you, you won't even be able to say Harry Styles. He nodded quickly, scared and pathetic. I dropped him to the ground, punching him in the face, grabbing Nichole, and leaving him in a pitiful heap on the ground.

"I need you to text Sam and tell him he needs to call himself a cab, and say sorry." I turned to Nichole, as I lead her out the club and into my car. She nodded, looking at me shocked. I gave her a half hearted smile, not being able to stop thinking about what could have happened if I didn't see her.

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 NIchole's POV:

I got into the passenger seat of Harry's car, still processing how terrified James looked, and how happy I was to know that he would never come near me again. That was the thing about James, he was a horrid person, but he also was pathetic. He would never come near me, too scared that his precious life would be taken away. Harry started to put the key into ignition, but I stopped him, wanting to say thank you. He looked over at me, and in one look, he read me like an open book. I was so frail that I felt like if I was touched at all, I'd shatter into a billion pieces. Harry gave me a sad smile, as if he knew everything I was thinking, and lifted me from my seat onto his lap. I curled in a ball and began to sob, as he rubbed my back, letting me know that he wasn't leaving.