Flicker (H.S)

11.

11.

I'm not gonna write another news story since this is kinda a continuation of the last chapter so... read that to satisfy your newstory needs. 

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h a r r y 

Luke honks loudly as they pull up in front of Niall's house, blinking the headlights much more than needed. Harry probably would've scolded him- you know, if he was awake. 

It was midnight in the town of Oakwood, and considering Harry hadn't got any sleep since he returned from Jess's house, he was passed out in the passenger side seat of Luke's car. Curly strands of hair pressed up against the glass of the rolled up window and Luke wanted to roll it down so Harry would fall but his brother kinda smelled like abuse so he layed off. 

But then again, all the Styles kids smelled like abuse at one time or another. 

Soon, a familiar head of blonde hair emerges from the confines of his home, middle finger raised in some type of greeting. Luke returned the gesture.

"What the fuck?" Niall questioned, climbing into the backseat and hitting his head on the celiing. "Fuckin' hell." 

Luke rubbed his hand over his eyes breifly before backing out of the Irishman's garage way. "What's wrong with you?" He asks, setting off down the pavement towards the bar. 

"Oh I don't know Luke. Maybe the fact that you honked your damn horn and woke up my whole house?" 

This is where Harry wakes up and rubs his eyes with one fist, using the other to raise his middle finger to his brother and fistbump Niall.

"Are we almost there?" Harry speaks, his voice raspy and sleep filled as he stretches. "Cause I feel like we've been in this car for ages."

Niall just shrugs and pops what looks like a mint into his mouth whilst Luke turns to face him. "Yeah."

Silence blanketed the car for a few long-seeming minutes, making Niall uncomfortable and Harry and Luke comfortable because in the Styles household, car-rides were always silent. Unless their mum was in the car. But that won't happen again, so the rule stands. 

But as they drove, the streetlamps turned on and the roads got louder and there were more cars on the streets and Harry knew that they had left Oakwood. Because everything is quiet and dark in Oakwood. 

And all the Styles kids smelled like abuse at one time or another. 

Pulsing music shook the car as the boys pulled into a crowded car park. Teenagers stumbled and weaved through cars with one-night-stands trailing along behind them, anxious to get back to the flat. Everyone looked happy. So why wasn't Harry happy? 

Luke quickly finds a spot and they exit, locking the doors behind them as they enter the club. 

A wave of heat engulfed the group of up-to-no-good boys as they maunovered through the crowd of jumping and grinding teens. Harry felt this bubbly feeling in his stomach as he felt the music running through his body, vibrating his bones. He felt the base line in his heart. So why wasn't he happy?  

"We're here for the meeting." Luke spoke to a large man standing near the bathrooms. 

"You have the password, kid?" The man asked. He towered over Harry's arse-hole of a brother by a good four inches but if Luke was nervous he didn't show it. If anything, he looked taller. 

"Triple six." 

And they were in. 

So why wasn't he happy?