The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Eight - Attack

Chapter Twenty Eight - Attack

*Louis' POV*

     We pulled up in front of Marshall's little house a few miles away from Charlotte's place and quickly jogged up the steps. I didn't even bother knocking, making my way into the house with Niall and Liam on my heels. Charlotte emerged out of the bathroom, her eyes red from crying. Zayn looked up at us, sighing in relief. Marshall had his head glued to the laptop in front of him, typing furiously and mumbling various numbers and words to himself. 

      "We've got to go. Now." I said sternly. Niall quickly made his way toward the window, opening the curtain slightly. Liam wrapped one arm around Charlotte and kissed her head.

      "Harry called us. He's in trouble." Liam said. Charlotte nodded, refusing to make eye contact with me.

       "Yeah, he called us too." she whispered. Niall suddenly became very interested in what was going on outside, peering out the window and squinting slightly. I turned back to the others.

      "We should really get going. Harry's not going to be able to wait any longer. We're wasting time." Charlotte shot me an angry glare.

      "What's it to you?" she demanded. My jaw dropped.

      "What are you talking about?" I asked, utterly shocked at her question.

      "The moment you come here, Harry goes missing."

      "Are you suggesting this has something to do with me? Because, I assure you, it most certainly does not." I spat at her.

      "Oh yeah? How do you know?" she growled. I chuckled dryly and nodded to Liam who sucked in a deep breath.

      "Char, Harry said that you shouldn't come with us." he said. Charlotte's eyes darted from Liam to me and back.

      "What? And why not?" 

      "He's under the impression that the kidnappers are...well, after you. They only took him to get to you." Liam explained.

      "I agree, she should stay here. She'll be a pain in the ass if she comes." Marshall piped.

      "No one asked you anything, Marshy."

      "Ooooh, like I haven't heard that one before." he muttered.

      "Actually, it'd be better if you both stay behind." Zayn said. I smirked.

      "ARE YOU INSANE? There is no way I'm staying here with him!" Charlotte protested.

      "She's a crazy bitch! She'd have my head on a stake and she'd be dancing around a fire as soon as you walk out that door! NO WAY!" Marshall cried. i sighed and shook my head.

      "Erm, guys..."

      "Listen, I'm going with you and that's final." Charlotte hissed.

      "Char, babe, it'd be safer for you to stay behind." Zayn murmured. 

      "Yeah, and it'd be safer for us too. We wouldn't have to keep an eye on you. All the time." I said. Charlotte scoffed and crossed her arms. Her little attitude and spark was slowly coming back.

      "How many times do I have to repeat this? I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF." she yelled.

      "Guys, I---"