The night was getting cold and I finally left that crazily awkward bar. I never will be the heavy drinker ever in my life. Harry told me he'd take me back home and there was sudden pang of security. Whenever I was near him i'd feel safer than ever regardless to my knowledge of what he is capable of. Ignorance is bliss and i'm a believer when it comes to that.
I wasn't exactly prepared for a autumn nights stroll in the dark nor did I plan on coming at all. This inexhaustible current of air kept blasting in my face making my ash blonde hair fly behind my shoulders. There were only a couple street lamps igniting the dark while we walked the empty streets. We used the pavements and whilst we walked pace fully, Harry had his fingers run through the holes in the fences. "Are you cold?" he asks thoughtfully looking at me with a face full of concern.
"Yeah, just a bit though." I admitted looking back at his furled eyebrows. "Not that it bothers me too much." I turned my head back straight forward continuing to stare at my feet moving and covering the path. Spinning my head back at him alert with the sound of the ruffling of his jet black jacket. "Here. Wear this love." he tries to shall over my back while I flush a crimson red all over my cheeks even when i'm practically freezing up in the dead of night. It's the first time he called me 'love' but nonetheless it makes me flutter.
"Thanks." I whisper to him and kiss his cheek while he smiles with his lips broad from ear to ear.
The streets felt still with a lack of noise. Not hush and peaceful like before. Like everything stopped altogether. "Stop." Harry's low voice echoed. "Something's strange..." His eyebrows furrow holding my waist tight against his. The large hand of his kept me pressed and secured in his grasp. Quietly you could overhear soft footsteps only. The mere footfall increased in volume and it made my body quiver. "Sierra, carefully get behind the building. Right now." he murmurs into my ear loosening the grip he had on me. I was so scared stiff that myself wouldn't allow me to step inches away from Harry. "Now." his voice barked at the quietest.
I moved behind the the graffiti painted wall out of sight but not that I couldn't see Harry. My eyes peeped round the corner with my fingers gripping the wall. Harry's head pivots from side to side with his alertness at full attention. He walked into the middle of the street and stood waiting. What is he doing? "Come out come out wherever you are..." he chanted as though he knew there was people on this street. "Tristan you piece of shit come out!" Harry called out agitated.
Straight ahead of him was one of the hooded figures I saw from back then when Harry got mobbed. I knew there was something he was hiding. I've been so curious about it and so it so happens that i'm right about it. And I contradict myself by saying ignorance is bliss yet I bend all my morals to answer all the unknowns.
He came close to Harry and took his hood off his head revealing sandy blonde hair similar to Justin's. "Calm the fuck down Styles." he laughed. "You really lost it since you left." What did he join in the first place.
"I actually lost it since you slashed my guts." Harry corrects sarcastically. "Not to mention it was perfectly fine. Let me guess Cole is here too?" Who are all these people? Is this some kind of gang? I never knew he was so involved with alcoholics and now freaking gangs.
"Cole!" he yelled out and the second hooded figure came out from hiding. This time he had short dark brown hair. "Why'd you leave anyway?"
"Because you create crime and crimes I don't want to be involved with dumb ass." he sneers at them. I eavesdrop and at the same time match up the blank holes in my mind. Like pieces of a statement with new words to fit in.
"By that he means why'd you leave with 17 BLACK?" Cole as I assume asks. My mind is twisting into bits trying to decode the meanings behind this all. "We need it back and we've been trying to track you for months."
"Because it's a fucking illegal danger to the society! Do you expect me to hand over something that is a threat to people. This is like an all access pass to anyone in the world." Harry shouts back arguing his case.
"What is it that's going to make you give it back? You stole property of ours." Tristan asks aggressively trying to tower Harry but nothing was scaring him. I leaned outwards to get a better view but not long until cold hands covered my mouth and as I screamed and screamed the arm of this man was holding me in restricting me from getting out of his tough hold. A thick fabric was wrapped and forced into my mouth. It was tight and went all around my head. Struggling and failing at worming out of the tight grip, he only held me tighter the more I make effort to be freed.
"You have nothing to hold against me Tristan." I see him roughly spit and cross his arms. I tried to yell his name over the cloth and when I tried to see the face of the man, his face was masked with only a deep set of dark eyes and thick lashes exposed. Pinned down against the mystery guy he shuffled me forward nearer to the three while Harry had his back to me and him. I tried to force myself to stay put but the strength of his outmatched me.
"Maybe her." Cole pointed out at me and Harry turned 180 degrees to see the man's arm pressed against my collar bone firm. As he was about to rush towards me the masked man pulled out a butterfly knife to my face and he stopped. "Ah ah ah... I'd hate to split her soft skin while your watching." the man spoke with a thick British accent like Harry's.
He took of his mask and revealed the rest of his face and when I looked at him he smiled deviously at Harry. "Mate it sure has been five whole months." he smirked.
"Zayn. Stop it. We can deal with this without her." he set out to convince.
"And why would I do that. She's leverage Styles." Zayn proclaimed pointing at me with the knife. I shiver with desperation in my eyes and never took my eyes of Harry.
"She knows nothing." he lied. I heard everything they said.
"I caught her overhearing things." he states and Harry sighs in failure. "Where did you get your hands on a pretty thing like her?" he says quietly and he chucks Harry's jacket to the ground while beginning to get his harsh lips to kiss my neck. Harry tries to bolt at him but Cole and Tristan grab both his arms back harassing him to watch Zayn violate me. Every time his lips make contact with my skin I screw my eyes shut in discomfort while Harry fumes with rage and disgust.
Even while doing Zayn does this to me, I manage to see what they do to Harry to make him do things. They light his match and make him suffer by seeing the things he fears and it's not ghosts and clowns. It's the people he loves and cares about being hurt. "Zayn stop it! Get you dirty mouth off her you fucking son of a bitch!"
"Oh so should I continue?" he torments with his hands I clearly hate going down my waist and almost into my jeans.
"Wait!" Harry shouts and Zayn's fingers stop moving. "Meet me tomorrow. Central park." he pants out of breath.
"Okay, fine." he finally agrees and i'm relieved. "If your not there Styles, your in deep shit." Cole and Tristan let go of Harry and he stands firm. Zayn kissed my cheek and let's me go. I get rid of the fabric around my mouth, wiping my cheek and glaring at him. "Tris, Cole, let's get out of here." Zayn calls and they follow. Once they turned round the corner, I run into Harry's arm and begin crying salty and wet tears.
"Harry! I was so scared..." I sob into his chest. "Don't leave me again." He puts his chin on my head with his large hands stroking the back of my head.
"Don't worry baby. It's not going to happen again. I promise." he whispers with comforting words.
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