Dead Sea // Harry Styles

Chapter 19

Harry's POV *present time*

I've never seen Niall drive as fast as how he is now. I look at the speedometer and it reads 72 miles per hour. I looked over at Louis and Zayn mumbling words I couldn't hear. And I looked at Liam staring straight ahead in caution. Liam put his arm on Niall's chair indicating that he should slow down, but he can't slow down.

"Harry," Louis said, "wipe your eyes." I didn't even notice they were tearing up.

I brought my sleeve to my eyes and rubbed them as hard as I could, hoping that this is all a dream.

"It'll be okay." Louis said again.

When we got to Adalaide's apartment one small black car was in the front of her door. As soon as we pulled in a man walked out of her door, shorter than I expected him to be.

"I've been waiting for your arrival Styles." He spoke.

"Who are you?" I spat. "Where is she?"

"You will find out shortly. If I could have a minute of your time I can tell you why this is so crucial."

I don't respond to him. The rest of the boys get out of the car and stand right beside me waiting for him to speak as well.

"Now that I have all of your attention. Adalaide was in deep shit. She knew too much about our business and so we had to exterminate the issue." The man folds his hands as if he is telling us something political. "We had to get rid of her."

"You fucking prick." I say calmly, but then louder as I continue. "How could you have done this? How was it, that you were so goddamn almighty and high, that you had to go and kill her for it? Huh?"

He sits coolly on the steps of her apartment, looking me dead in the eyes but not saying single word.

"What was so important?" I say, mostly to myself. Niall puts his hand on my shoulder and tries to walk me back to the car, but I resist instantly.

"C'mon man, we need to go back." Louis pleads.

"Already? We haven't even got to the fun." The man mockingly jokes. "She has something for you." He takes out his phone and walks over to me, letting me hold onto it. It appears like a video.

I hit play and the first thing I see is Addie strapped to a chair with two men carrying her out.

"Why are you recording this?" I hear her speak. Her voice broken in between breaths.

I look over to the other boys and they are just watching me helplessly. Their eyes are filled with pity and sorrow. I barely could notice them with my own tears welling up. My vision is blurred and the only thing I could hear are the men laughing in the video and her crying as well.

"See? This is what happens when you save someone's life Styles, you end up hurting your own. Leave with this warning plastered in your mind."

"She didn't do anything to you!" I yell hoarsely. "You sick fuck."

"Now, now. No need to use harsh words. It'll be alright. She is just  a girl, and you are just a boy. You couldn't stop this even if you got here before he did."

I look at the boys and as if they read my mind they nodded in unison. Before I knew it my body took over my mind and I was on top of the guy beating him senseless. Blood was dripping down his nose and water was about to emerge from his eyes. I couldn't find myself to stop. Every punch was like a new fresh breath of air in my lungs. He rolled off the stairs and into the parking lot by the boys' feet. The blood from the gashes and broken nose he has followed him down leaving a trail behind, forming a pool by his skull.