Direct {Harry Styles}

15

I scrambled for the door, but Harry beat me to it. He opened the door and looked at me confused as to why I was on the floor. I ignored his presence and grabbed the handle. "Woah woah woah. Calm down what's wrong?" He gripped my arm and turned me around to face him.

Tears started to surface in the rim of my eyes and were threatening to over flow. "They're getting hurt b-because of me. Harry I have to help" I tried to pull my arm away, but he tightened his grip.

"They didn't follow the rules, therefore they get punished. You got punished. Now it's their turn," He spoke coldly, like I was an idiot he was losing patience for.

"They didn't do anything they were protecting me! Let me help them!" I was struggling.

He rolled his eyes and dragged me to the closet with ease. He threw me inside, "Be ready in half an hour or you're going to be just like them." He slammed the door closed and left me to whimper.

I grabbed everything I needed, shaking, and went to the bathroom. I tried putting on makeup, but it always got smudged from my constant crying. I put the mascara down and stared in the mirror. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

"Allie are you ready?" Harry asked, pounding on the door.

"Gimme a minuet or two" I shouted back. He groaned, but I heard him walk away from the door. I grabbed the tube shaking.

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If I wasn't so stressed and pissed off about everything happening at the moment, I would probably be really excited right now. The car pulled up to tall double gates. The gates creeked open and Harry drove forward. He jumped out and opened my door. Before you even think he did that to be polite. Wrong. He's afraid I'll run, so he locked the doors. I hopped out and he gripped my hand, pulling me close. We walked up the long drive way and a bulter took Harrys' jacket and my clutch.

Two butlers swung open the double doors and we walked inside. Every one's head turned to face the door. Everyone was staring at me. Harry walked to a table and I locked eyes with Jake. I took a step back, but was blocked by Harry. A man sitting next to Jake got up and walked over to me. Harry pulled me closer to him. He reached his hand out and grabbed mine, kissing the top of my knuckles "Cameron. Cameron Dallas." I smiled politely remembering Harrys' rules of not speaking without permission.

"Sit down. Now." Harry grumbled in my ear, just enough for me to hear. I sat down and kept my eyes on Jake, Cameron on my left and Harry on my right.

Jake lifted his glass to his lips and grumbled, "Didn't know we were bringing dates."

Another man walked to our table and sat down in the last available chair. He nodded to everyone, but caught sight of me. "Calum Hood," he smiled politely and I shook his hand as Harry gripped my thigh, warning me not to say anything.

Cameron spotted Harry doing this, "Wow, Harry. Didn't know you had the girl on such a tight leash".

"Didn't know you had the balls to speak to me," Harry glared at Cameron and I silently screamed for help. Just then the double doors swung open and two men walked calmly inside. The two men sat at the very front table, in front of ours, as two body gaurds stood behind their chairs. The older man of the two curled his fingers, calling over the butler, who rushed over not wanting him to wait. The man whispered something to him and the butler nodded, the man waving him off. While watching this I hadn't even noticed the younger man staring at me. I looked over at him and we locked eyes.

The younger of the two grabbed the older and whispered something in his ear. Everyone had continued their conversations. Harry had carelessly draped his arm over my chair and was now talking to the man Calum. I looked back at the two men who were both now staring at me. The older of the two tapped his glass with his fork and everyone in the room went completely silent. I could hear everyones' hearts beating out of their chests. "Hello men. We all know the rules. We do this once a year, let it be nice. Fight here and I'll kill you. Have a lovely dinner." He spoke with no friendliness or kindness in his voice. His voice made my bones rattle. He sat down and everyone continued their conversations.