Endangered {H.S}

Five

 "Did you see anyone? Or anything that looked out of place? Tell us exactly what happened when you went out there." Zayn told me, keeping the cigarette wedged between his middle and index finger. After I had heard the gunshots, I immediately called Harry and ran inside. He brought the boys and some of the guards with him to inspect the area around the house. The boys were questioning me and I was giving them the only answers I could muster up.

"No, I didn't see anything. I was just walking around in the backyard, hoping to clear my head, and then when I laid down on the grass, I heard them. So, I ran inside and grabbed my phone, and that's when I called Harry." I replied to Zayn, looking over to see Harry getting up and starting to walk in the direction of the staircase. He had an angry look on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. His eyebrows were furrowed and he ran a hand through his hair as he walked. "Where are you going?" I asked, wondering why he was being so closed off again.

"To call Louis." He responded shortly. Why did he need to call Louis? He doesn't have to know about this. He'd just worry and come home before his work was finished, and as much as I want him to come back, he needs to finish his work.

"Why do you need to call Louis? Nothing happened, I'm all in one piece."

"He'll be upset if I don't and he needs to know what happened." He sound so angry, and I seriously don't know why.

"Don't call him." I say again, this time with a little more force.

"Who the hell do you think you are to be talking to me like that? I'm in charge here, not you. You're not special, Alani. As much as you may think you are, you're not. I'll do what I damn well please, and that's calling Louis to tell him what happened. This all could've been avoided if you had just listened to me and stayed in the house. I told you not to go outside by yourself! When I tell you things like this, there's a reason behind them!" His voice gets louder at the end, causing all of the men in the living room to look over at us.

"Harry, I understand that this is a stressful situation, we all feel like hell. But you need to calm down. This isn't my fault and I'll be damned if I let you take your anger out on me. I'm not a sidewalk, you can't walk all over me." I say confidently as I get off of the couch, walking over to him, crossing my arms and refusing to let his words from his previous outburst hurt me.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He asks, stepping towards me, lifting his hand up. I flinched, only to realize that he was running his hand through his hair. "You thought I was gonna hit you?" He asks softly, his tone completely different than what it was only seconds ago.

"No, I was just-" I tried to cover it up, but he cut me off before I could finish.

"I may not be the nicest person, and I may talk a lot of shit, but I'd never hit a girl." He seems offended as he walks up the stairs, the four boys behind me went back to talking about who could have possibly shot the gun while I stood there, confused. What just Happened?

That night, the only time I saw Harry was when he walked out the front door, car keys, phone and cigarettes in hand. I didn't ask where he was going, I just let him be and stayed away from him.

He came back at about 1 in the morning, only he wasn't alone. He was drunk out of his mind with a blonde bimbo on his right hip. She was barely clothed except for a lace bra and a bright pink thong. Just the sight of her made me want to throw up again. She was probably very pretty, but I couldn't tell with all of that clown makeup on. A thick streak of black eyeliner was slung on her eyelids and a clunky coat of mascara covered her eyelashes. Her blush was a deep red and her lips were covered in a bright pink lipstick, definitely not her color. I was sitting on the couch in the living room when they came home, so I heard everything.

"Come on, Harry. Let's go upstairs." She whines, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck in one of the most intimate ways I've ever seen. He smirks at her, shaking his head softly and connecting his lips with hers. They make their way towards the stairs, the girl still hanging on Harry's hip. Tripping and stumbling because of Harry's drunkenness, they make it up and I hear a door slam.

That was the last time I saw Harry until the next morning.