Twisted Minds [h.s]

T W E N T Y S E V E N

The drive back to Harrys house was mostly silent. I was just staring out the window, calming down from the adrenaline that the gun pumped through me whilst I was shooting it. It's like the same type of excitement you get when going down a massive slope on a rollercoaster. It's absolutely insane.

"Harry?" I speak up, randomly.

"What?" He replies in monotone and I start fidgeting with my fingers.

He still makes me extremely nervous no matter how much bonding we do. I can't just forget about all the shit he's done.

I exhale through my nose, gathering my nerves before talking again.

"Why did you trust me with a gun?" I ask quietly, looking out the window again.

"I don't know what that means."

"Like, why didn't you think I would shoot you?" I turn to face him to see his eyes directed at the road ahead, gum still being smacked in his mouth.

A smirk pops up on his lips as he continues to chew.

"Love, I doubt your the type of girl to try and kill somebody." He murmurs in amusement but I ignore him, turning to face the road ahead as well.

I don't know why I asked him that. It's definitely a dumb question, but I can't help but speak my mind.

"That was definitely a ten out of ten." I think out loud, mostly to myself.

"Huh?"

"Oh. Like shooting a gun. It was definitely a ten out of ten," I explain, looking back towards the side of his face. "It's an old habit, rating random things out of ten." I mumble quietly, looking back at the road.

"Weird." Is all he responds with before the awkward silence takes over us again.

We finally pull up to his hell of a house and get out of the car, walking inside to be greeted by a nervous Niall.

Immediately, what looks like relief washes over his face as he sees me walk in.

"Soph." He breathes out as he comes up to me and pulls me into an embrace. I chuckle lightly and pull away from him.

"I told you I'm fine." I smile lightly and I hear Harry scoff from behind me.

I turn around to see an unreadable expression plastered on his face as he stands there, arms crossed, before proceeding to stalk up the stairs. A slam of a door rattled the house, signalling he had gone into his bedroom.

Childish much?

"What did you guys even do?" Niall questions, and instantly a grin crawls on my lips.

"We were shooting guns!" I exclaim excitedly, biting my bottom lip in a smile.

His face drops at my words and his eyebrows lower.

"You were what?" The shock drips from his tone and I laugh.

"I know! It's ridiculous, but it was so much fun." I walk around him and start heading up the stairs, him following behind me.

"That's absolutely insane. And not the good type." He mutters and the grin falls from my face and is replaced with a frown.

"Hey. It was good, okay? I'm fine." I reassure, as we get to the top hallway and start walking down it.

He grabs my shoulder, making me spin around to face him.

"I get worried about you. This whole situation is so fucked up and I never wanted anything like this to happen." His voice is soft spoken and I feel my heart flip.

"I know. Thank you, Niall." I lean forward and softly plant a kiss on his cheek in appreciation.

He doesn't say anything else, so I walk off and go back to the bedroom I'm staying in.

I shut the door softly behind me, before going into the wardrobe. Stripping out of the leggings and hoodie, I replace them with a pair of loose shorts and a tank top because of the heat that runs through this house.

It's disgustingly humid in here, I'm constantly sweating.

And once again, I have no idea where a lot of these clothes came from.

I quickly go into the bathroom and rinse my face, trying to make myself feel more refreshed.

After I successfully make myself feel half decent, I step out of the bedroom, planning to get something to eat until a strong vibration at my feet throws me off.

I knit my eyebrows together and listen closely, hearing a loud base and continuing to feel the intense vibrations at my feet.

Walking down the stairs, I follow the loud thumping through the main area and living room until I'm met with a door that I didn't even realise was there.

It's tucked away in a small corridor that's connected to the living room.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I inch closer towards the door and press my ear to it.

Is that music?

Wow. I almost forgot that they're a band. A pretty fucking massive one too.

I guess that kinda floats away from your mind when they kidnap and abuse you.

I place my hand on the door handle and twist it slowly, pushing it open only a little bit.

The base and guitar strumming immediately rings through my ears as the volume instantly becomes ten times louder.

The thumping and vibrations at my feet, course through my body.

I catch a glimpse of the four boys and can't help but watch in awe.

I mean, I worked in a record store for crying out loud. Music is my life.

Harry was sitting on a short stool in front of a mic, singing and Niall was strumming an electric guitar with Louis while Liam was on a set of drums.

I observe as the lyrics leave Harrys lips, leaving me in a state of astonishment.

"I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted. And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you.."

I watch Harry passionately sing these intense lyrics and find myself starting to be completely compelled by his voice.

The way his jaw tenses and his eyes flutter shut as he performs this hot blooded song.

It's completely and utterly hypnotising.

"If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive.
You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it."

He deeply belts the lyrics as I stand there, completely frozen in amazement. This is insane.

Maybe I can tolerate Harry Styles.

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