Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 13: Margarine vs. butter

Ahhh... I know, I know.  It's shorter than the last two chapters, but I'm super busy.  I've updated 3 times in the last 3 days though so don't pout.  love you guys...

Chapter 13:  Margarine vs. butter

*Charlie's POV*

I was now hanging upside down, staring at someone's ass. It was a nice ass, but an ass none the less.

Last thing I remembered was a bunch of 1D lunatics had been harassing me at Jack Wills, Holland had been slapped, and Ollie was screaming "come at me bro!". Then someone grabbed me from behind and threw me over their shoulder fireman style. It was obviously a guy because of the Calvin Klein boxer waist band that hung out sexily out of their baggy, low slung jeans. I looked down and saw a nice pair of designer trainers. My heart started to thump.  

"Niall?" 

"Not quite, lass.  Name's Max. You're in that band with Tom's sister, eh?" he asked rhetorically in a heavy Manchester accent.  

"Charlie," I replied as best as I could. My entire blood supply was quickly rushing to my brain because I was hanging wrong way up.

We were hauling tail down one of the corridors of the mall trying to escape the One Direction fans as well as other girls who realized The Wanted we're here too. Great, just what we needed. More crazy estrogen.  

I looked over to see Holls slung similarly over Tom's shoulder. She waved stupidly at me, but her face smacked into Tom's ass because of the bumpy ride and because she wasn't paying attention.  

"Watch it back there! I know it looks nice but be careful with goods," Tom puffed while trying to run away from the girls. Holland hit him again, but this time with her open hand. "Be careful girl! I don't want to drop you on your pretty li'l head!" 

I looked to my left and saw that Nathan had Ols scooped up in his arms, carrying her against his chest. Damn did she look pissed. I wondered to myself if it was because of her incident with the swarm of girls or because she was now cuddled up against Nathan.  

At that moment he looked down at her and said, "try and cheer up babe. You know we just saved you, right?" 

Ollie just glared for a moment but finally responded. "I CAN walk you know. And save me? You just added about 50 of your own fans to the mob that was attacking us." 

"We were already on the run and saw you so we'd figure we'd grab you on our way out," Max announced. How was he running, carrying me, and talking at the same time? Max wasn't even breathing hard. Maybe he has super powers or is some kind of god. With an ass like this, I chalk it up to boy band god. 

"What about my ass, love?" Max chuckled. Shit. I did it again. That comment was ment for my brain and my brain only, but I guess I said it out loud. Way to go me. Not. 

I was busy being embarrassed until I collided with the marble floor. Then I was just busy rubbing my head and being in pain. Nope, Max didn't have super powers because if he did, he would have caught me before he dropped me. Actually, if he was a god, he never would have let me fall in the first place.

Fucker.  Real life could be a disappointment some times.

We had all stopped abruptly and I guess that's why I was dropped.

I heard a loud booming voice above me. "You lot need to come with me. Here, let me help you up Miss." I grabbed the outstretched hand offered to me and stood up. I finally looked at who had addressed me. 

Crap. It was the po-po. Three uniformed officers stood before me looking very stern. 

"What the hell'd we do?" Tom asked furiously, still holding Holland on his shoulder.