Walking Disaster (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 34

~Angel's POV~

Liam sighs and a look of conflict comes over his face. "I won't, but only because it's not my place to tell him." He says, I can't tell the warning hint behind his words. That I need to be the one to tell him? But it's no big deal, it's just smoking.

Apparently, others didn't view the same opinion as me. I heard a door slamming next to us, but I knew it was Niall, Louis, and Harry arriving so I didn't panic. I also heard heavy foot steps making their way over here. I had no idea who was in such a hurry, I couldn't be bothered to look. That's why I was so surprised when my cigarette was ripped out of my hand while I was taking in another drag.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, fuming, turning around to see an equally pissed Harry.

"What are you doing with this, this harmful and disgusting joint in your mouth?!" He yells, throwing it on the ground and stomping it out with those annoying brown boots of his.

"I was enjoying it until someone came and ripped it away from me, making me waste it, might I add." I snapped. I had no idea why he was so pissed at the fact I was smoking. Why would he care if I did?

"Enjoying it?" His voice raises higher. "Enjoying it will get you killed. Is that what you want?"

I had to bite my tongue before yelling something I regretted. Truth be told, I was always attracted to things that were dangerous to me. Hazardous even.

"Why aren't you yelling at Zayn? Huh? He's smoking too!" I decided to turn the subject away from me. Something he wasn't expecting.

"I- uh I already tried to reason with Zayn about smoking."

"It's true, he did." Zayn says.

"As you can see, it didn't work." Harry says, running his fingers through his already messy hair.

"Clearly." I turn my back to Harry and face Zayn. "Can I have another one? I promise I will give you money for a new pack." I only got two hits off of the one Harry grabbed from me and I desperately needed the calm it provided.

"What?" Harry screeched behind me and suddenly I was being pulled away from Zayn and towards the club. "Are you insane? You are not having another one." He threatens me.

"Are you serious right now? Who are you to tell me what I can and can't have. You're not my father, not my brother or friend. You're no one to me, Harry." I scream, getting closer to his face, which drops once I finish with my sentence.

"What a lovely way to start off our night huh, lads." Louis comments, shuffling his van clad feet.

"Angel, how about we go in and calm down, okay?" Niall puts his arm on my shoulder and guides me towards the entrance.

The bouncer doesn't even check to see if I'm old enough to get in, which I would be in about a month. That is one of the perks of being with One Direction, well I don't consider it a perk because I don't want to be here. The music thumps in my ears as soon as I walk in the door. I can feel it vibrating through the soles of my feet. The club is packed wall to wall with bodies. Sweaty, smelly, sticky bodies that are all over each other. The lighting is dull, which makes my heart beat faster. I can barely think straight with the music and all the people, and on top of that, my vision was lowered.

"Come on love, we are heading up there." Niall points to the stair case that leads to an isolated floor. The VIP section, of course. But in order to get there, we have to travel through the sea of bodies. My body tenses just at the thought of that. I think Niall noticed because he grabbed my hand and squeezed it before starting the trip. Louis was leading, me and Niall following behind with Zayn, Liam, and Harry bringing up the back. It was difficult to make it through without touching anyone else. Bodies pressed up against me, no matter how hard I tried to avoid them. I was pushed once and it almost knocked me over. Luckily, Zayn was there to help me regain my balance.