Endangered {H.S}

Two

Louis never allowed me to hang around him or his friends. He said, and I quote, You're too fragile, Alani. You think you're a total badass, but I promise, you couldn't handle Charnel. Father couldn't do it either. And that was the last conversation we ever had about it, that was 8 years ago. I'm 20 now, he's 27.

"Yes, Alani, I'm absolutely positive. I saw his body with my own eyes, he's dead." Louis said into the phone, making my heart stop.

"What does this mean?" I ask, almost not wanting to know the answer. I hate my father, absolutely hate him for what he did to me.

"It means that I need to get you as far away from that house as possible. I don't know who did this, but I need to figure it out. I would take you in myself, but I'm going to be busy trying to figure this out. You're gonna be staying with another member of Charnel, who happens to be a very good friend of mine. I trust him with my life, and now yours."

"Who is it? Have I met him before?'

"No, you haven't met him."

"But who is it, Lou?"

"Harry Styles."

The rest of my night was spent packing, organizing, and preparing for my new life. I'd be leaving my mother behind, and to be honest, I was nervous. Yes, she's a drunk. Yes, she's put me through so much shit. Yes, she's treated me horribly, but she's also my mother, and I would be leaving her alone.

Louis told me not to worry about it, that he would still have people watching the house to make sure she's alright. As much as Louis hates to admit it, he does love our mother. He texted me earlier, telling me to be ready by 8. A truck pulled up at 7:45 and 2 men got out. I recognized them as some of Louis' bodyguards, so I went out to meet them, bringing my bags with me.

"Good evening, Ms. Tomlinson." The taller man said as he grabbed my bags from me, putting them carefully into the trunk of the tall vehicle. The other man opened the back door for me and helped me in, telling me to buckle up as they both got into the front seat. The doors locked and the car started to move, pulling away from my home. My memories, my childhood, my everything. All I had was in that house. It was nothing good, so I wasn't upset about it. Just a little confused as to how I got into this situation, why me?

After a long plane ride across the world, we finally landed in my home country of England. I missed it here. I felt so free as we got off the private plane and into another black truck. We drove and drove for what seemed like forever, but it turned out to only be 35 minutes. The tall man in the driver's seat, whom I found out was named Griffin, told me that Harry is not very thrilled about this, so I should just try to stay in my own space. I started to really like both of these guys and I don't know how I feel about leaving them quite yet. We finally pulled up to a house, a huge house, might I add. From the looks of it, 10 people easily could have lived here.

"Tony will take you inside to meet Mr. Styles, I'm going to grab your bags." Griffin said, referring to the other man. Tony walked beside me, staying quiet just like he had in the car, keeping the distance between us small because it was still dark out, about 5 in the morning. We walk up the steps, soon getting to the front door. Tony knocks, another man dressed in the same uniform as the two men I came here with.

"Hello, Tony. Mr. Styles will be right with you. Please come inside, Miss. You must be Alani, correct?" The man at the front door asked as Tony and I stepped inside, Griffin following seconds later.

"Thats me." I smile politely and look around at the masterpiece of a house. We seem to be in the dirt room, or at least that's what I would call it. I'm sure there's a better word to describe it, though. There's a gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a double staircase at the back of the room and a doorway underneath them. The colors are very beautiful, whites and golds accent each other magnificently and I begin to wonder if Harry did this himself.

"Avery, who the hell is here?" A voice asks from upstairs. Its deep, raspy, and sounds as if the body it came from had just woken up. So many thoughts ran through my head as I began to panic, wondering who it could be. Who was the owner of that beautiful voice?

"Its Alani, Mr. Styles." The man that I now know by the name Avery says. He looks behind him as a figure appears from the staircase on the right. He flips on the light as he walks down, allowing me to look at him. He wears grey sweatpants and no shirt, rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the light. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me, staring me up and down. I return the gesture, noticing his bare feet and all of the tattoos. My god, the tattoos. From what i could see, he had a full sleeve on one arm, a few on his other, two birds on his collar bones and my favorite so far, a butterfly on his stomach.

"Wonderful," His voice brings me back to reality and I look up to his face, realizing just how tall he is. He doesn't sound thrilled at all, but I braced myself for this as Griffin had told me to. "Well, now that you're here, I guess I should show you your room." He turns back around the way that he came, this time going up the left staircase. "Are you coming?" I snap my head up and nod, walking to follow him as Avery comes behind us, carrying my bags.

"Goodbye, Ms. Tomlinson. We'll see you soon." Griffin says as he and Tony walk out the door. I wave and continue to follow Harry up the stairs, turning down the hallway as we finally get to the top. The hallway walls are painted in a cream color that's lined with white. The colors don't usually go together, but they look perfect here.

"This is it," Harry holds the door open for me, the one at the end of the hall. I walk in, seeing one of the most beautiful rooms I've ever come across. A king sized bed lays in the middle of the far wall with a white bedspread, accented by rose gold pillows. There's a lamp on each bedside table, a few books on the right one. A couch sits on the other side, facing a wall with a TV hanging on it. String lights run across the top of the walls, a chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling as well. The dressers are rose gold, the same color as the pillows on the bed and the carpeting is white. A few abstract paintings hang from the walls and I'm in awe. There are two doors on the right side of the room and I walk over to open the first one, seeing a huge closet. Its seriously bigger than my room back home. The walls already seem to have clothes hung up and there's an ottoman in the middle of the room, mirrors hanging on the left side of the room. Walking back out to open the second door, I notice its a bathroom. Its decorated in the same colors as the room and closet, keeping the running theme. The bathroom is big, it has a stand up shower separate from the huge bathtub, a mirror, a vanity and a sink. The tile flooring is beautifully white and the marble countertops have flakes of gold in them. This must have costed a fortune. After admiring the room for what seemed like an hour, Harry clears his throat and brings me back to reality.

"The kitchen is downstairs, feel free to grab whatever you want, Avery always keeps the fridge and pantry stocked. Anna comes to clean everyday, so if you see a blonde chick in the house, don't get freaked out. Celeste is the chef, and I have to admit that she's a pretty amazing cook. Andrew and Klaus are the guards here, so you'll be seeing them around. If I haven't shown you a room and you'd like to go in it, don't. There's probably a good reason for me not showing you what's in it." He takes a deep breath, scratching at the back of his neck. He seems flustered and I'm not sure why. "My room is down the hall, do not, under any circumstances, come into it. I don't let anyone in there, not even Anna. Louis said he'd come by tomorrow to make sure that you're settled in. Oh, and don't ever go outside by yourself." He left my room without another word, Avery had put my bags on my bed while I was listening to Harry talk, so it was just me now. I shut the door, locking it and going over to the bed. A shower was most definitely needed at the moment.