Life With One Direction

Chapter 3

"You shouldn't have done that," he said as he snatched my arm and pulled through the people.

I looked around for Harry or Zayn. I caught Zayn's eye and mouthed 'Help!' but I don't think he realized. It was around midnight.

Chris had gotten me out of the club in the back and it lead to an alleyway.

"Think you can just screw me over like that?" he growled as he pushed me down on the ground.

"I've been waiting for you to come round," he said.

"You're crazy!" I spat at him. I heard voices and hoped they'd hear me. "You are psychotic you need to be put in prison! And be medicated!"

He slapped one of my cheeks, punched the other and then pulled me up.

This time, he punched me in the gut and I slammed into the wall and screamed.

"This way!" I heard a voice say. It was Harry. I heard a lot of people and then a security guard said "Get away from the girl. Put your hands behind your head."

He slowly did as he was told and then lunged at Harry.

"No!" I screamed. Zayn came and pulled me up, carrying me to the other side.

The security guards and Harry were trying to stop Chris and suddenly he threw a punch at Harry's face.

"Harry!" I screamed, trying to get up but Zayn pushed me back down and went in to help.

Finally the guards and Harry got Chris with the help of Zayn and the guards took him away.

The boys ran towards me.

"Harry!" I cried and the tears were spilling out if my eyes like Niagara Falls. "Your face! This is all my fault!" I sobbed, clutching my rib cage as it hurt from the punch. Actually, my whole body hurt.

"Forget about my face!" he exclaimed angrily. "Look at you! All of you!"

"What kind of a bastard would do that to a girl?" Zayn looked as though he wanted to punch something.

"Do you know him?" Harry asked.

"It was him. That was Chris."

"WHAT!"

"Whose Chris?" Zayn asked.

I tried to get up and groaned in pain and Harry lifted me up bridal style.

"We need to get her to a hospital," Zayn said anxiously.

"No! No hospital and please don't call Lou! He'll be angry at me."

"This isn't your fault, he can't be angry at you."

"He still will be."

"Okay," Harry said, "Let's get you home."

I think that's when I drifted off to sleep because when I woke up, I was lying down but still moving as Zayn and Harry were still there.

"Are you going to tell her?" I heard Zayn say.

"I can't. Louis would never talk to me again if I told him I liked her."

I opened my eyes.

"Harry?" I asked with a croaky voice. "Where are we?"

"We're nearly home Em, you'll be okay soon."

When we got to the apartment complex, the elevator wasn't working and Harry was still carrying me. They had to take the stairs. We ended up at Zayn's apartment as we went up a smaller amount of steps. Harry stayed with me as Zayn went to get Niall and Liam.