The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen - Mean

Chapter Sixteen - Mean

     "Sully, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice quivering. He was surrounded by a number of different guys; big, tall, skinny, buff, tattooed, pierced. Harry's hand tightened around my own, his eyes scrunching up angrily. He puffed his chest out, like a jungle bird trying to make himself look bigger to a predator. Sully grinned at me, cocking his head to one side curiously.

      "Well, I was just walking by with a few friends and I saw there was a party going on, so I decided to come by, see if anyone wanted to buy anything. Then I saw you here!" he cheered, turning his attention to Harry, eyes wide. "With this tool!"

      "What do you want, Sully?" Harry demanded.

      "Don't talk to me like you know me, you little piece of shit! Char, get this guy out of here---"

     "Hey boss, look what I found!" Harry, Sully, and I spun around to see a tall guys holding Chelsea and Danielle tightly. Chelsea had tears streaming down her face, Danielle had her lips pouted angrily.

     "Oooh, good catch, Rudi!" Sully shouted, clapping his hands happily.

      "No!" Liam shouted, jumping from the stage and attempting to run towards Danielle. Sully snapped his fingers and Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall were all caught by different men, guns and knives suddenly at their throats. Rudi tossed Chelsea to a fat, motorcycle-riding looking fellow, then planting a gun against Danielle's neck. 

      "Let her go!" Niall yelled, elbowing his captor in the face and running towards Chelsea. Sully groaned, grabbing the hilt of his gun and slamming Niall in the back of the head as he attempted to run past him. Chelsea cried out as Niall collapsed to the ground. Sully snapped at another one of his friends who pulled out a knife, pulling unconscious Niall's head up and bringing the knife to his throat. 

      "Niall! No, please, don't hurt him! Please, I'm begging you, don't kill him!" I yelled loudly. 

      "Carry on, Jarrod," Sully muttered, The Jarrod boy nodded sharply and gave one clean swipe against Niall's neck. Chelsea gasped, then screamed out in terror. The man holding her threw her at Niall's stiff body. She scrambled to him, crying, kissing his face repeatedly, begging for him to wake up.

      "No, no, Niall, no. No, this can't be happening..." she whimpered. Suddenly, she glared up at Sully, her little hands curved into fists. She looked like she was about to begin frothing at the mouth.

      "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! Haven't you killed enough people already?!" she screamed. Sully laughed manically, like the lives of other people were worth nothing to him. I began to step in front of Harry, ready to choke the living hell out of Sully. Harry caught my arm, attempting to pull me back.

      "Charlotte, stop. Look," Harry murmured, eyeing Niall. I glanced at Niall quickly, unable to stare at his unmoving body for too long. I gulped, turning back to Harry.

      "He's dead," I said angrily.

      "Look closer," Harry urged. I sighed, looking back at Niall, observing him more closely now He seemed perfectly still, until I saw his shirt crinkle. I squinted, noticing the slightest movement. His back, rising and falling. He was breathing.

     "Taylor never paid me back, he deserved what he got. This kid was collateral damage," Sully said, shrugging. Chelsea's jaw dropped. Sully turned to me, grinning mischievously.

      "Did someone swallow a dictionary?" I mocked. Sully scoffed, crossing his arms.

      "Where is your brother anyway, Char? Is he too afraid to get his ass kicked? Again?" Sully asked, guffawing like an idiot. I shook my head.