Harry's Pov:
Everyone stands there in silence, watching Aaliyah get into the first yellow taxi she sees and driving off into the distance. No-one does anything until the taxi is completely out of sight, then they all turn to face me. They all look mad, but the one that stands out the most to me, is Angie. Her eyes are practically swallowed in hatred, and her cheeks are flushing bright red.
“I’m gonna kill you Styles!” She threatens, dropping her bag to the floor and running at me.
I know that her small frame could never take me down, but the way she’s sprinting at me right now with that murderous look in her eyes, I take a slight step back to brace myself. Just as Angie comes into contact with my palms, she’s swiped out of my grip and pulled to one side.
“Put me down Liam!” She screams, flailing around in his arms.
“No, Ang,” he replies, “Calm down.”
“Yeah Ang, calm down,” I mock, and Liam shoots a glare at me.
“Don’t, Harry,” he snap, then turns his attention back to Angie.
“That was really fucked up, what you did, Harry,” Zayn spits, taking out his car keys and beginning to head towards his car.
“What? She didn’t tell me her father was dead,” I lie, and Zayn scoffs.
“I highly doubt she didn’t tell you; she wouldn’t have beaten the shit out of you if she hadn’t.”
“She did not beat the shit out of me!” I defend and he lets out a venomous chuckle.
“Yeah she did.”
I wave him off. “Whatever.”
I turn to face my car and open the door. I go to slide into the driver’s seat but a voice stops me.
“You’re going to apologise to her, right?”
It’s Niall.
I swivel round to face him, and glare at him questioningly. “No, why the hell would I do that?”
“Because you were out of line,” he explains, and I shrug.
“So?”
“So, you need to talk to her, “Niall adds, “And tell her you’re sorry.”
I lift an eyebrow. “But I’m not.”
Niall smacks his forehead with his palm, then drags his hand down his face in frustration. “You’re being unnecessarily difficult. Just go and apologise to Aaliyah,” he orders. I give him the ‘are you serious?’ look, and he nods. “You really hurt her, Harry.”
I let out a long, irritated groan. “If I talk to her, will you shut the hell up and leave me alone?”
A small smile creeps onto Niall’s face. He nods. “Yes.”
“Then fine.”
I turn back to my car and get in; slamming the door shut behind me to emphasise my frustration.
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Aaliyah's Pov:
The taxi drive is agonisingly slow. So slow that I want to climb over the driver’s seat and stand on the accelerator pedal. I’ve only been in the taxi for ten minutes, and I’m dreading the road ahead. I’m really not in the mood to pass the pub today, it’s only been twenty-four hours, and I’ve barely recovered from last night’s terrifying events. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as we approach the last road I want to drive down. I go to ask the driver to take a different route but when I glance out of the car window, I can see there’s no other turnings to divert down. My heart rate increases massively as the taxi passes the first lot of trees. My palms sweat in my lap and I have to wipe them repeatedly on my thighs before they become relatively dry. Suck it up Aaliyah, my conscience orders and I nod , forcing my body to relax.
