𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter twelve

Harry

After everything was over we were out of the building, letting the fireman do their work once they arrived. The guys were talking to the guards while some of the police that showed up were examining the damage and documenting. There was also nosy news cast shoving cameras and microphones in people's faces. I, on the other hand was sitting outside the prison on the ground with my knees pulled up to my chest.

I quietly sat there listening to the noises of people chattering, ignoring the cold wind blowing against me. I wanted nothing more but to go home and curl up in my bed and maybe never leave it for the next couple of days. It was horrible the way I was feeling. The way he made me feel was a kick in my gut and I felt I couldn't handle it. I wanted to cry but at the same time I wanted to be strong.

I shouldn't let his words get to me, but they did. I shift be so affected by his presence, but I was. It was something I felt that was out of my own control. My emotions and my actions seemed to be unruly when it came to Zayn. Nothing I did was right tonight, nothing I ever did when he was around was right. I keep letting my guard down and getting completely dominated by him. And not in the good way..

As long as he had that kind of affect over me, I'd never be able to stop him. I had to get over whatever phase I was in and do what was needed to be done. Zayn was causing unbearable amounts of damage to the city ever since he'd come back, he out of any villain we've ever faced had been so far the most unstoppable. There's no telling how he became so strong, he was just an average hero like us once but now his powers seemed to have evolved into something greater. We needed to do something about it, otherwise we as well as the rest of the city would be doomed.

What exactly could we do though? He was just too strong..

I let out a soft sigh, pushing my hair back and resting my forehead against my knees. Everything for the past a couple of weeks have been disastrous and out of control, it's never been this bad before, something needed to be done and fast. I feel a hand touch my back and jump slightly, lifting my head up. I let out a breath when I see it's only Niall.

"We're ready to go now." He says, holding out his hand to me. I nod taking his hand and letting him pull me up. He places his arm around my shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I tell him, even though I was far from it, but I didn't really have the energy to explain or talk about why I wasn't. Niall gives me a look as he knows that's probably a lie but he doesn't push the issue, instead he leads me over to where guys are waiting for us and we all slip into the car, Niall taking the wheel this time. After all, it was his creation anyway. During the ride, Liam who was seated in the back next to me reaches over and grabs my hand. I look down at our hands and over at Liam who already had his eyes on me.

"I'm sorry." He says barely above a whisper. I look at him in confusion.

"Why for?" I mouthed.

"I wasn't there to help." He says. I shake my head, shifting in my seat a little to face him more.

"It's not your fault, don't apologize."

"I know, but I still should've been there. You could've gotten seriously hurt." He says. I understand what he meant but it was me who didn't call them for help, and with the rest of the chaos going on in the jailhouse, they were probably all preoccupied anyway.

"I know, but I'm okay now." I say softly. Liam squeezes my hand gently.

"I'm glad." He replies, keeping a hold of my hand the whole way home. And it felt oddly good, but still I couldn't say something didn't feel right about it. Once we arrived back to the tower, we filed in and before any of us could leave the room, Louis brings everyone to a halt. We all look at him with raised eyebrows.