Vulnerable (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch. 16

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My legs moved faster than my thoughts as I made my way frequently fast to Darrel. I needed to know why Chris was killed and who exactly killed him.

"Darrel!" I let out.

He looks over and is immediately shocked at my presence walking towards him. Luckily I'm able to grab onto his shirt into both my hands in fists and push him. "Styles?"

"I know you were one of them! You were there the night Chris was killed!" I push him against one of the long metal cabinets with the tools rattling on the inside. "I thought you had been our friend!"

"Listen, things were all mixed up and I didn't kill your brother." He said trying to move under my grip and I was glad that he was a smaller than me. "And I'm not the one that shot him!"

"Then why the fuck were you there and who did?!"

"You need to understand that things aren't going well right now, I can't tell you!" That infuriates me even more and I grab and push him harder agains the cabinet.

"Harry!" I hear a feminine voice yell out. "Harry what the hell are you doing? Keith he's here!"

"Hey Harry!" I hear Keith speak up. It's too late though because my fist connects with Darrel's side of the face quickly. My name continues to be called out, but I pay no attention and continue hitting Darrel every chance I get. Finally hands are put on me and people try pulling me away from him, who's already fallen to the ground. As I stand up, he follows and tries taking a swing at me.

"Just stop the fucking fighting before you get us kicked out! Jesus!" Keith exclaims again.

I finally relax a bit and I take in everything around me. Keith, Riley, Danny, Scott, even some other guys that I met outside have made their way here to stop the chaos. Danny stands in the middle of Darrel who's wiping the blood off of his chin, and I. I look over to see Amelia walking towards me and gently pulls my arm to move me away and her other hand lays slightly agains my shoulder.

"Harry go outside and Amelia take him to get cleaned up." Keith orders. "Sorry about that Darrel, I hope this won't change anyone's mind about the racing."

"Are you kidding? Hell yeah we'll still race." The guy covered in all those tattoos answers.

"Yeah, I'll get cleaned up real quick." Darrel says back and turns away. Again I'm quickly dragged out to a different part of the building. We find our way to a bathroom that's actually cleaner than I imagined, but of course the sign said 'Women's.'

"Harry what the hell?!" Amelia scorns at me. "You think it's okay to just pick a fight like that, especially here?"

"Amelia-" I start.

"And I actually didn't think of you to be the mean aggressive type. Why did you do that?!" She finds a cloth in the cabinet under the sink and begins damping it before placing it onto the bottom of my lip.

"Just listen alright? You want me to explain? I will! That guy, he - he was there the night my brother was shot and killed at the dock." I finally say. "He followed the killer onto the boat and they left together! I still have no clue as to who killed Chris, but I need to find out. And I will find out no matter what, that's why I got so angry and went after Darrel."

"Oh." Is all she says at first. "Well I'm sure you could've handled that a bit better. But look at you now, you're all bruised up. I know you need to find that guy, and if you'd like, I'll even help you." She moves her hand and I jerk slightly at the touch against my rib. "Did he get you there too?" She noticed how I moved.