Family Ties

Not to Us

Harry's POV

"This yard's gonna be sick for the summer." Niall said as he motioned out the window of the kitchen towards the large back yard of the house. "When's it gonna be finished?"

"I've got some design ideas, probably start on it once we get settled into the house." I shrugged.

I looked down at my phone on the counter, almost just waiting for it to ring, expecting a call from Hannah. I knew she said she'd be there soon, but I couldn't help the sick feeling I had that I shouldn't have let her go to the house by herself. It wasn't exactly a secret that I could be overprotective of her, but I just didn't like the idea of her being alone after some jackass eyed her up and creeped her out so much at the store.

Almost as if on cue, my phone lit up and her face came up on the screen, and my heart clenched in my chest that something must have happened for her to be calling me.

"Baby?" I answered quickly, doing nothing to hide my worry.

"Harry...babe you need to come here. Now." She said quickly. "I need you to get in your car and get here."

I could hear the panic in her voice, which did nothing to ease my worry, but I immediately reached for my keys as everyone turned to look at me.

"What happened?" I asked quickly as my eyes met Brian's, and I motioned for him to follow me as I sprinted out to my car, holding my phone to my ear as we both climbed in and I started it up and peeled out of the driveway.

"Those guys...they're here, and-"

"What guys?" I asked, anger immediately overcoming me as I clenched my jaw at the thought of anyone being alone with Hannah and her sounding so terrified. "Are you alright?"

"Those guys, I don't know their names, the ones-" I heard someone talking in the background as she stopped mid-sentence, and I immediately recognized the voice as he told her their names. "Mitt and Deaks, they're here and they need to talk to you."

"What the fuck are they doing there?" I snapped as I turned to look over at Brian, who could only hear my side of the conversation but gathered I wasn't happy. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

"No, no I'm fine." She reassured me. "Harry, please just get here. I'm freaking out, I don't know-"

"I'm on my way, babe. I'll be right there. Brian is with me, I'm not gonna let anything happen." I said through gritted teeth, picturing myself smashing their heads into my driveway for showing up to my house and scaring my wife.

"I-I think something might already be happening, Harry. I don't know what this means, I just need you to get here." She said, her voice cracking as she spoke.

"Hannah, what the fuck does that mean? What is happening?" I practically yelled into the phone as I heard a shuffling, followed by a familiar voice.

"Just get here, Styles. We got shit to discuss." Mitt said into the phone, annoyance laced in his words.

"Listen to me you piece of shit, I swear to god if you-"

"We aren't gonna do shit to her, Relax. We're here to fucking help you. Hurry the fuck up." He snapped before he hung up and I threw my phone against the dash so hard it bounced into the back seat.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Brian said worriedly as I sped towards the house, gripping the steering wheel so hard I felt like I was losing circulation to my fingers.

"Mitt and Deaks are at the fucking house, Hannah's terrified. I don't know what the fuck is going on." I said as I fisted my hair in my hand.

"Why the fuck would they show up at your house?" He asked, completely perplexed.