suddenly | little mix

Chapter 20

HARRY HOPPED OUT of the shower after thoroughly washing his hair. To his relief, the dye came out in one wash, rather than seven. Smiling, with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, he hummed his way to his pants, where he threw them back on, as well as his shirt.

He walked back to where everyone was before, to find no one there. All he saw were chairs flipped upside down and shattered glass. His eyes widened and he reached for the phone to call the police. Then, he remembered a warning that Warren had told Perrie and himself before they left.

Never call the police. They'll track you down. They'll kill you.

"Guess that's not an option," Harry mumbled to himself.

He quickly dried his curls, not bothering the style his hair up like usual. There wasn't enough time. That would make a huge fuss with the fans.

He power walked out of the hotel room. He needed to get back to the bench Perrie and himself had sat at a couple hours back. Quickly. He would think of the rest of the plan when he got there.

Leaving the hotel, he sort of ran, sort of walked through the streets of Sydney, passing everyday Australians as he kept his head low. He passed familiar streets and walked by the roads he had seen before until he reached the one he knew he had to walk down to reach the warehouse that the bench was outside of.

He turned into the street, relieved that soon he would have reached the warehouse and he could save his friends. He kept on power walking down the street and he was so close. He could see the bench that he had set on just earlier today. He was so near.

"Is that Harry Styles?"

Harry cursed in his mind. Out of all times, his fans had to find him then. He took a deep breath and turned around. He could never say no to his fans. After all, they were the ones who got him and the lads where they were then.

"Oh my god, it is!" a girl with brown hair squealed.

The blonde one whispered, "His hair is not styled up!"

Harry cringed when he remembered that. He honestly hated when his hair was down. He guessed it was okay back in 2010, but at that moment, he thought it made him look too young. He thought he looked better with his hair styled anyway.

The two girls turned to each other and squealed, "Fetus!"

"Look, I'm kind of in a hurry, girls," Harry said, quickly.

Their faces dropped and Harry immediately felt bad. He couldn't believe he just said that to a fan.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, softening, "Would you like a picture?"

Their moods brightened instantly and they nodded their heads enthusiastically. Harry smiled for their cameras and phones and then signed a few things. After hugging them, he quickly left before a crowd grew.

Unfortunately, one already had. He cursed once again under his breath and then ran for his life. He ran into a random door and closed it. He panted and looked at his surroundings, hoping that this wasn't someone's personal home.

He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Then, he saw two men. With a bag. And... Jesy.

Harry's eyes widened when he realised what was happening. They were bagging Jesy!

"Get off of her!" he shouted at the men.

They turned around and looked at him, hesitating. Jesy backed up, silently thanking Harry.

"Who the hell are you?" they asked.

The taller man realised Jesy was inching away and picked her up and held her wrists behind her back.

"Doesn't matter," Harry said, "Don't touch her."

"Well, look at you, Mr Hero," a voice said, "Or should I say, Harry Styles?"

The two men gasped when they recognised him and Graham came out of the shadows. Of course, Harry had never met Graham, so he was slightly confused. But, Jesy knew exactly who he was and kept on silently pleading Harry to run. But, he didn't get the message.

Graham held a gun up, "Now, I'm not quite sure as to how to use these, but I do have pretty accurate aim. So, you better listen here, buddy and listen good."

"It will be splendid and I will be ruling it."

"You're," Jade stuttered breathlessly, "You're a monster!"

Dean chuckled, "Oh, I was hoping one of you would say that. Get rid of them, George."

George grabbed the girls and started pushing them towards a separate room from the main office they had just had their recent discussion in. Leigh-Anne and Jade struggled in George's steel grip, but they knew it was a hopeless case.

"Leigh," Jade whimpered at her friend, needing serious comfort.

She was about to die, with her best friend by her side, knowing that she couldn't save Sam. Knowing that she never got to say goodbye to Jesy or Perrie. Where were they at that same moment? Jade hoped they were safe and sound. She wouldn't be able to say goodbye to her mam, or her cute little nephew, Karl. Or her older brother, Karl. She would never get to complete her life as she really wanted to. Instead, she would die all because of a crazy man's vengeance on no one and his craving for power. All selfish deeds at that.

"Jade, I want you to listen to me," Leigh-Anne's voice cracked, "Jade, are you listening?"

"Yes," Jade whispered in an overpoweringly upset manner.

"Jade, I love you," Leigh-Anne said softly, "You're my best friend, my sister. I couldn't live without you. Jade, you're always there for us girls. You're so caring and sweet and I also think that you ought to stop doubting yourself, because everyone - me, the girls, Sam, your mam, the Mixers - love you for who you are.

"I know it's a bit too late now, but please know that if we die, you'll always have a special place in my heart, no matter what happens after death."

"Leigh, I-"

"Jade, you will most definitely..." her voice cracked and she began to grow teary, "...You're most definitely going to heaven. I love you."

"Leigh," Jade whispered, a tear rolling down her eyes, "You're more than words can explain. Thank you."

George grunted from behind them, "Oh, quit it and keep moving."

But, Leigh-Anne and Jade didn't let it ruin the moment. They connected hands so that for their last few moments together, they knew they would be one.

The tears are real, mate, the tears. are. real.