Twisted Minds [h.s]

N I N E

I sit on the couch in Harry's much larger hotel room, with Niall and Louis on either side of me.

I don't know what I did but apparently I can't be left alone or something so now I have to stay at Harrys, all by my fucking self.

Apparently the guy chatting me up was my fault, so now I'm sitting here dealing with a lecture.

"You're not supposed to talk to anyone." Harry grunts as he sits on the couch across from us.

"I didn't. He spoke to me." I reply, civilly and he just rolls his eyes.

"God, it just had to be you out of all people who had to witness what went down last week. Irritating as fuck." He remarks with annoyance lacing through his tone.

It's already been a week? Why has no one come looking for me?

"I'm thinking the same thing." I mumble to myself, looking at my lap and fiddling with my fingers.

"Watch your mouth. You're not leaving my sight from now on if we ever go out again, got it?" He stands to his feet, making me look up and points his finger at me.

"Yeah, whatever. I got it." I mumble.

Suddenly, he storms over to me and punches his fist into the back of the couch right next to my head, making me flinch as he then leans his face down right above mine.

"Do you want to die?" He whispers, and I feel my heart sink in my chest and my stomach do churn.

"N-no."

I see Niall place his hand on Harrys chest, signalling for him to take a step back and I thank him internally.

He shoves Nialls hand off of him and takes a small step back.

"I had to send Liam away for a while because of you, so don't get too fucking big for your boots. You're beyond lucky and I hope you realise that." He stomps off to his bedroom and slams the door behind him, leaving me in the room with Louis and Niall.

My vision gets blurry with tears but I blink them away, quickly.

"He can be harsh. We get it. It's probably in your best interest to just listen to him, yeah?" Louis utters and I nod my head, lightly.

"Yeah, I know." I whisper, tucking my hair behind my ear and standing to my feet. I walk over to the glass door where the balcony was attached to and look down at the view of the small street and buildings.

"Why aren't you guys.. I don't know.. Mean like him?" I find the courage to ask, still keeping my back towards the boys.

"It's— a long story and probably one we shouldn't share." Niall replies with uncertainty and I cross my arms against my chest, turning to face them.

"Are you guys in like.. a gang?" I continue to ask, trying to get any type of information I can.

"We're a band, Sophie. You should know this." Louis raises his eyebrow at me and I furrow my eyebrows together.

"Yeah, but clearly not a normal one. You kill people." I comment and I watch Niall and Louis give eachother a wary look.

"Once again. It's not something we should talk about. If you got any questions, ask Harry." Louis crosses his feet, one over the over and pulls out his phone, meaning he's done talking.

I sigh and turn to face the glass door again.

"No thank you." I mutter.

I watch in the reflection of the glass as Niall gets to his feet and leaves the hotel room, closing the door gently behind him.

"Can I ask you something else?" I ask abruptly, turning to face towards Louis, once again.

He lets out a huff and looks up at me from his phone.

"What?" He grumbles. Even with his attitude, he just doesn't seem to intimidate me.

"Will he actually kill me?" I question quietly and he sighs.

"I cant see why he wouldn't if you don't listen to him." He gets to his feet and walks to the door, opening it.

"Louis." I quickly get his attention before he leaves and he turns to face me again, confusion written on his face.

"Thank you." I mumble and he creases his eyebrows.

"Don't know why you're thanking me, but all goods I guess?" He continues to leave the room and shuts the door behind him.

I turn towards the glass door and finally slide it open, stepping out into the cool, evening breeze.

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as the wind blows against my face.

If only I was at my own apartment, on my own balcony, listening to the music that I miss so much.

I hear footsteps behind me and my eyes fly open as I turn around to see Harry standing there.

"Don't look at me." He grunts as he moves to the other end of the balcony, leaning against it and placing a cigarette between his lips.

My heart pace picks up as I place my hands on the railing and look down, not bothering to answer to him.

"If you decide to jump off, I won't get mad." He mutters a smartass comment, looking down at the street as he uses once hand to cover the cigarette from the wind and the other one to light it with a lighter.

"So kind of you." I reply, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

I look at him, preparing myself for his meltdown but he doesn't get angry. In fact he just chuckles under his breath. I watch as he inhales the cigarette, making his cheeks suck in and then release with the smoke drifting out from between his pink lips.

He turns his head to look at me and I quickly look back down over the balcony railing.

"Were you checking me out, dollface?" I can almost hear his smirk.

I roll my eyes. "Most definitely not."

He gasps in a fake hurt way.

"Wow, love. You've officially broken my heart." I see him start walking closer to me in my peripheral vision and I feel my chest grow tight.

He stands directly behind me and presses his chest onto my back.

"If it were the other way around, I would definitely be checking you out, doll." He leans down and whispers in my ear and I feel my breath hitch in my throat.

"Stop, Harry." I pinch my eyes shut as I feel him press more firmly into my back.

"Don't get me wrong, Liam is an asshole. But I can understand why he couldn't control himself around you."

My jaw clenches and my hands grip the railing, extremely tightly while my eyes stay shut. 

"You make me sick." I spit out as I dare not to turn around to face him, his chest still pressed firmly against my back and the railing starting to now dig into my ribs.

"Oh.. I make you sick, do I?" He breathes down my neck and a chill runs down my spine.

"Yeah. Yeah you do." I mutter.

He chuckles deeply. "Please, doll. We're all a little twisted."

I hear the crackling off the burning cigarette as he inhales it deeply, right next to my ear, and blows it right back out.

I hold back a cough as I get a face full of smoke. He finally moves from behind me, going back to the other side of the balcony, where he originally was stood.

"Go back inside." He demands, and I breathe out deeply in annoyance but still oblige anyway.

I step back inside the hotel room and slide the glass door shut, being met with immediate warmth. I walk over to the couch and plop myself back on it, laying down and staring at the ceiling.

There simply is just no way of getting out of this.

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omg what a dick

kam