You know those moments in life when you regret everything? You regret eating that last piece of cake, you regret taking the train instead of the bus, or you regret choosing to follow someone down an abandoned, shady-looking street. Yep, that’s me. I 85% regret my decision. Yes only 85% because I did finally find out who boss was and I did get to see the other people who are involved in these ‘events’. But apart from that 15% I regret it all. I shouldn’t have followed him, and I shouldn’t have peaked my head around the dirty bin at the last minute. Because that’s when we made eye contact, and that’s when he walked over to me. Instantly making the adrenaline and nerves rush through my body.
“Look what we have here.” Louis voice booms from now behind the bin, making my eyes rush up his legs to make eye contact with his scruffy face.
My body scurries back a little and my back side is now visible from the other side of the bin.
“I uh...” My brain tries to fumble for a sentence to get me out of this mess. The boy I have learned is Louis holds a smirk across his face. His hand flies up to his scruffy short beard and he rubs it questionably, raising his eyebrow as if he’s asking me to explain myself.
“I was just leaving.” I blurt out, rising to my feet wiping the dirt from my hands. My head stays faced to Louis, hoping he will let me leave without Harry realising it’s me. I begin to walk away from him, straight past his toned, muscular body but his hand lays on my shoulder and stops me from doing so.
“Not so fast sweetheart.” He smirks and the term ‘sweetheart’ makes me cringe. It makes me nervous and scared, the patronizing tone behind the word makes me want to vomit. He sounds like he’s some gang leader about to kill me.
I step back away from his hand, not wanting to feel his touch on my shoulder. My heart rate begins to increase as I realise I’m not getting out of this one so easy.
“What is it?” One of the boys call, making me snap my head to their direction. Shit I totally forgot about Harry. How could I forget? My eyes go over the bin and land on where the four boys are standing, now all looking my way to figure out what’s going on.
When my eyes land on Harry’s his face is blank, his eyes are wide and I can already see the anger running through him. I look over to Zayn and his face holds the same expression, but softer. I can see he’s not mad but more confused on why and probably how I am here.
“Well, this sweetheart was hiding behind the bins here.” Louis calls over and the boys begin to walk towards me and him. I force my gaze back away from harry, he’s mad and I know he’s going to hate me for this.
My voice is stuck in my throat, I have no idea what to say. I’m caught. The lump forming in my throat almost makes me vomit, but I swallow it back down. I direct my gaze to the floor, fumbling with my fingers. All the boys form next to Louis and Zayn is the first one to speak up.
“Let her go.” He demands to Louis and my eyes snap up to meet his. He gives me a reassuring nod as he looks over to Louis who is still staring at me intrigued. My eyes once again go from the ground to Harry’s. His gaze is strong and I could coward onto the ground under it. I’m surprised he wasn’t the first to talk or help me, because whatever Louis was planning I get the feeling it wasn’t going to be good.
“Why mate? Why not have a little fun?” Louis asks, amusement and an unreadable emotion laced within his words. He steps towards me and I instantly step back, scared at the suggestions that are coming after this.
His hand goes up to my head and he tries to slowly rub it down my face but I pull away, an angry expression now plastered on my face. Does he really think he can just touch me like that? Yeah, I got caught and I am in the wrong for spying. But whatever he’s suggesting and him physically touching me is not okay. I’m not some scared little girl afraid to express my feelings even though I’m surrounded by a group of guys who could probably end my life in an instant.
