Hannah POV-
I was cold because what Harry had just said shocked me.
But then again I was still in shock from the fact that I had just been fucking shot at.
Either way, I was in shock.
So when Harry opened the car door, picked me up and carried me out into the night- I didn't move a muscle.
With one hand he knocked on a door, I slowly blinked, taking in my surroundings from over Harry's shoulder. It was in the city somewhere, quite urban and indie. Harry's large hand ran circles into my back, the soothing gesture calming me slightly.
But only because I was in shock.
The door opened with a BANG!
"Harry fucking Styles what do you want." A female voice called from the doorway.
"Haley I need to see Nick as soon as possible." Harry said quietly.
"Harry there is a girl currently bleeding on your shoulder." She said, her voice sassy as she laughed.
"I'm glad I'm amusing you." I heard my voice croak, my lips forming into a smile.
Harry walked in through the house, letting me see this mysterious sassy girl who stood up to Harry. I had to say- I was intrigued.
She was quite short but curvy in her tracksuit and top, her curly blonde hair ruffled as she had just woken up.
"I'm Haley!" She said waving, a grin lightening up her face. "If Harry Styles lets you bleed on his shoulder AND be as vocal as I've heard you are then we are definitely going to be friends."
I smiled.
"She wont be vocal for long." Harry interrupted, his voice darkening a tone.
"Harry shut the hell up it is two a.m. in the fucking morning your input is irrelevant." She snapped, frowning, before turning back to me with a smile.
This girl is incredible.
"Arreeeh," A deep, Manchester voice moaned. "Haley is my roommate not a bloody alarm clock."
I felt Harry shrug. "I knew you wouldn't answer your phone so...."
"Why is there a bleeding girl over your shoulder?" He asked curiously.
"Which reminds me- PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN HARRY!" I yelled, thumping at his back childishly.
He dropped me to the ground and I stumbled, finding my footing. Curiously I turned towards this 'Nick' guy.
A tall brown quiff stood atop of his head, its messy brown wave falling over his face. He had obviously just woken up, his t-shirt backwards and his pajama pants strung low.
"Oh my fucking god it's Nick Grimshaw!" I squeaked, my mouth popping open.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiii!" He said yawning.
Nick was the BBC Radio1 Breakfast presenter on the radio- I listened to him in the mornings a lot.
"Look Nick, Perkins and Co. did a raid on us tonight- right in the open." His face was grave.
"No- they didn't!" Grimmy's face widened in surprise, no longer asleep.
Harry nodded gravely.
Who are these Perkins and Co. people?!
Are they the ones that... wanted me?
"They're getting well cocky aren't they?" Grimmy said, walking up the stairs. Harry quickly followed, his hands ruffling his hair. Their absence left Haley and I alone.
"Shall I clean ya up?" She said cheerily.
Oh shit, the cuts.
I nodded. "That'd be great."
She started walking into the open planned kitchen of the flat, the remnants of a party scattered all over the place. A mix of beer bottles, wine glasses, plates, CD covers, streamers. Jedward face masks even.
"I'd say excuse the mess but I don't really care what ya think." She laughed jokingly, taking a huge first aid kit down from a shelf.
I thought the weight of it would crush her.
"That's one fucking big first aid kit." I said admiringly.
She laughed. "Well when one of the boys come home with a stab wound, the hospital isn't always the best place to go."
A STAB WOUND?!
I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as she prepared the swabs of cotton and ointment. She sure knew what she was doing.
"You have cool eyes." I said smiling.
She had one green eye, one blue.
"Why thankyou!" She said smiling. "You though are lucky with a few scratches- those P&Co guys; they mean business." She dabbed some of the antiseptic on my face, wiping the blood away with the swab.
I bit my lip from the sting. "Do they do drugs as well?"
Her face widened in surprise. "He told you about the drugs?"
I shrugged.
"...But he didn't tell you what P&Co do?"
Slowly, I shook my head.
"They sell sex slaves."
Oh my fucking god.
"HARRY!" I screamed, abruptly leaving the bench, walking back to the bottom of the stairs.
Haley quickly followed behind me, swearing quietly.
Harry practitally flew down the stairs, the gun in his hand, his eyes wide- almost hysterically.
"WHATSWRONGHANNAH-AREYOUOKAY?!" He yelled back, throwing his body in front of mine.
"Give me the gun." I snapped.
He slowed down, his breathing still rapid. "Why?" He blinked.
"Because I-" I said. "AM GOING TO KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS."
He stiffened.
"Why'd you tell her?" He snapped at Haley.
"WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER?" She snapped back, her eyes livid.
Grimmy flew down the stairs finally, rolling his eyes at them both.
"Can you please just shut up the whole lot of you?! It's still two am in the morning- I can't deal with you all at the same time. Please just don't kill each other- that would be too much of an effort."
"Harry I suggest you tell me what the FUCK is going on." I said through my teeth, my voice livid.
"Too bad I don't have to listen to you." He smirked, arrogantly putting the gun back down the side of his pants.
I felt anger flush through me, my cheeks reddening.
"Fine." I snapped. "I'll just leave."
His eyes lit up with amusement. "I'd like to see you try."
