Facing His Demons (Harry Styles, One Direction)

Chapter Thirteen

It was all going well. I had managed to get onto the practically deserted late evening train, heading to Heathrow Airport. I gripped the edge of my seat, trying to gain any will power to prevent me from going straight back home. That's when I received the call.

Robert's had rang me, his voice was shaky and he was moaning aloud in pain. I knew something was wrong, something had happened to Lacey and she needed me.

All I heard were three words.

Malik, Jake and Park.

It's all I needed to know.

Within a matter of minutes I had managed to find a cab, and sped as fast as I could towards her. She was a clever girl, I had my upmost faith in her to stall enough time for herself but when family is involved things get complicated. I above all, know that.

"Look just a little faster man, please." I tried to refrain from screaming in frustration to the Indian taxi driver, sitting beside me.

"No can do I'm afraid, this is a 40 miles per hour zone." He ignored my panic, tapping along on the steering wheel to whatever overrated song was playing on the radio.

"I'm so sorry." I muttered. He didn't hear me.

I waited until we were passing a grassy bank when I undid his seatbelt and shoved him out of the vehicle as hard as I could.  He would hit the ground at an angle that would give him no less than a bruise.

I had no choice, this was all for her.

I clambered into the driving seat, stepping as hard as I could on the pedal. If she was hurt, or worse.. No. I couldn't let myself think about that, not now.

But if she was, how could I do anything but blame myself? In fact how could I manage to do anything at all?

After overtaking more than fifty cars and nearly killing myself seven times through collisions, I skidded outside the warehouse just outside Regent's Park.

Of course the place was surrounded, but the men kept their guns concealed, hiding it from any suspecting Police Officers walking by. I, however did not care about anyone but her at this moment in time. She was the main priority, just as she should've been before I left her.

I aimed and fired, hitting both guards in their right legs. Not enough to kill, but just enough to hurt like fuck and keep them on the floor.

I guess what happened next was a blur. I made my way through streams of men, all clutching guns and various forms of weapons. That's the thing about me, I'm quick. My speed is the reason why I'm alive, my stupidity is the reason, however why I'm usually in danger.

I knew my way around this place. We'd had plenty of undercover agents entering here, though most never came out again.. They were mostly girls, Malik had a thing for girls, just like Tommo. I guess if situations were different, we could've all been friends, only that's the thing; we don't have normal lives, we can't all shake hands and sit around a table drinking beers. When politics and rivalry is involved, innocent people get hurt. And trust me,  Lacey will not be one of them.