Living with the Styles.

Chapter 18

I got off the couch, quietly and grabbed an umbrella lying on the floor. I tip-toed into the kitchen. It was freezing cold. The back door was wide open, and 4 dark silhouettes stood there…

My breath caught in my throat. I tried to flip the light on but it I couldn’t find the switch.

‘STYLES?’ One of the voices said. It was a dark, deep voice. I stopped in my tracks. He raised a finger and pointed at me.

‘What do you want?’

I was trembling under my skin. My voice was cracking a bit. A thunder bolt sounded out side. I heard Piper whimper in the other room.

‘We want the girl.’ A different one said. His voice was a little deeper.

‘You’ll have to go through me. You can’t take her.’ I said, boldly.

‘Fine.’ The one in front stepped forward, but tripped over and fell flat on his face.

I heard one of the laugh. Not like any normal laugh. One I knew so well.

‘Niall?’ I asked.

‘Nice going Liam, and you Niall. Why do you have to laugh at everything?’ The middle on said. I sounded like Louis.

‘BOYS. What the fucks wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me and Piper!’ I shouted.

‘You should have seen your face when you saw us. That was the funniest thing ever. Hazza a little scared?’ Zayn said, ruffling my curls. I pushed him off me and walked back into the living room. They followed behind.

Piper sat there, she looked so scared. I sat down next to her on the sofa.

‘It was just the guys.’ I rolled me eyes. She turned to see the boys smiling at her.

‘Oh my god. You scared the shit out of me.’ She sighed, with relief.

‘Sorry babe.’ The boys all jumped on the sofa Me, Niall, Liam, Piper, Zayn then Louis. I sighed quietly to myself and picked up a pencil from the side and started playing with it.

‘Jacob’s Ladder? That’s such a horrible film. Why are you watching it?’ Louis asked.

‘Harry put it on.’ Piper giggled.

‘Why weren’t you at school today Hazza?’ Zayn asked, putting his arm around Piper’s shoulder. I split the pencil in half as anger and jealously rose in me. I got up and stormed out of the room. What the fuck did Zayn think he was doing? Hitting on my girl. I mean, I know he doesn’t know yet, but that still doesn’t mean he can.

PIPER’S POV:

Harry just walked out when Zayn asked him a question. Why? Maybe it was because Zayn put his arm around me? Harry’s not the jealous type? Is he?

‘Excuse me.’ I reached for my crutches and tried my best to hobble out to find Harry.

‘Wow! What happened to your leg?’ Liam asked, helping me up.

‘Oh, I fell in the shower and broke it. That’s why Harry didn’t go to school, he was helping me.’

‘It wouldn’t take that long to take you to hospital?’ Niall asked.

‘Yea, but Harry wanted to stay with me. Plus we fell asleep on the couch for ages.’ I smiled, looking down at the floor.

‘Oh, I see. You two are like a couple now?’ Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Maybe.’ I giggled.

‘Oh my god. Excuse me please.’ Zayn got up and ran upstairs.

HARRY’S POV: