Twisted Minds [h.s]

F O R T Y F O U R

Harry Styles

I pull Louis off of the ground by his collar before dragging him over to the couch and throwing him onto it; Liam following and Nora continuing to ignore us as she was.

"Why the fuck are you here?" I yell as I feel the veins petruding from my neck.

"Just let me explain! Zayn isn't the fuckin' bad guy!" He wipes his bloodied nose with the back of his hand and I just scoff.

"Of course you would say that. Of course!" I laugh in disbelief at this traitor.

I'm pretty sure Zayn leaving and going to go play buddy buddy with the guy we use for our trades is a fucking traitor thing to do. We do not like that guy. We do not fucking respect that guy. Yet he wanted to be his little partner. The fucked up dynamic duo.

"Mate, I swear!"

"Louis, shut the fuck u-" My words get cut short by a car engine at the front of our house. "Who the fuck?" I mumble to myself, still enraged, before walking out of the living room to the front entry.

I look through the window next to the front door to see Nialls car reversing out of the driveway.

"Where's he going?" Liam comes up from behind me, looking out of the window as well and I just shrug my shoulders.

"Dunno." I mutter, furrowing my eyebrows a little bit in confusion.

I think for a moment to myself. He ran up the staircase after we got downstairs and I'm pretty sure Sophie followed him for whatever reason.

Sophie.

I jolt my head quickly to the staircase as Liam looks at me completely lost.

"What's the matter?" He asks.

"Sophie!" I call out, ignoring him. I quickly run up the stairs and go directly to her room.

She's not there.

I run over to my bedroom next, throwing the door open.

She's not there.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Liam asks as he comes up the staircase shortly after me, beginning to follow me aimlessly around the second story of our house.

I ignore him as I then run to the bathroom and start pounding relentlessly on the door for only a moment before swinging it open.

She's not there.

I run to Nialls room and slam the door open.

His room has shit all over the usually tidy floor. It's completely trashed.

And she's not here.

"Liam. He fucking took Sophie." I turn to him as the frantic feeling runs through my sweaty body.

"Took her where?" He mutters in confusion but I ignore him once again as I run around him, straight to my bedroom.

I throw on a random t-shirt and slide on any random pair of shoes before running out of my room and downstairs, Liam continuing to follow me.

My eyes fall on Nora at the bottom of the staircase as she looks up at me in concern.

"What happened?" She asks quietly as I rush past her, going to the kitchen.

"Niall took Sophie." I tell her long story short as I grab my car keys off the kitchen bench.

"He fucking what?!" She raises her voice slightly and I just nod my head.

"Stay here and watch the dumb fuck over there." I point to Louis who's still sitting on the couch, watching this drama unfold. "Make sure he doesn't do anything fucking idiotic. You know what to do if he does." I don't waste anymore time before running out of the house and getting into my black sports car.

Liam gets into the passenger seat and I immediately start speeding out of the driveway and down the road.

"Where would he be taking her?" Liam asks as I continue to speed down streets, turning corners every so often.

"It's fucking Niall. We both know what happened here." I mumble in aggravation and Liam just lets out a deep sigh.

"Yep. This is what happens when he stops taking his meds." Liam states and I roll my tongue from my cheek down to in front of my bottom row of teeth in complete and utter irritation.

"Sick fuck." I spit.

We both knew that as soon as Niall clearly got attached to Sophie that it would've gone south. His fucking whirlwind of a mind is so distorted and we knew this but yet still let him become smitten by her.

I didn't care about Sophie, that's why. But now I can't help but kinda, sorta care, and so now I have to chase after this fucker because he can't take rejection well.

He has been taking meds for as long as we've been in the band. He has some mental disorder, I don't fuckin' know but it makes him go psychotic when shit doesn't turn out his way. And I guess he stopped taking the meds that prevent that.

"Call him." I demand to Liam as I keep my eyes focused on the road, continuing to speed extremely fast but not giving a shit.

Moments later I hear the dial of the phone ringing as Liam puts his phone on loudspeaker.

After four rings, the Irish accent booms through the phone.

"Hey Liam, what's up?" He says casually as if he isn't doing what he's doing.

"What the fuck are you doing? Bring her back home right fucking now!" I yell at the phone, my head still faced forward as I take a couple sharp turns.

He sighs deeply into the phone from the other side of the line before letting out a malicious laugh.

"No can do. Boss man already knows I'm on my way." He states and I clench my jaw in immediate fury.

No he fucking wouldn't.

"Niall, where are you goddamn taking her?!" I continue to shout as Liam holds the phone up to my face.

"Harry. Piece it together. You're a smart boy." He says with humour in his voice. I can almost hear the smirk on his little dumbass face.

I slam my fist against the steering wheel in pure fucking rage.

"Niall, put her on the phone right this fucking second!"

He laughs again, making me grow with even more fury.

"She's actually unconscious in the backseat right now, so that is not an option." He keeps his tone completely shallow and I exhale deeply through my nose, my mouth pressed in a thin line so I don't completely lose my shit.

He's psychotic.

"Niall. You are not thinking straight, okay? Just bring her home and I'll forget this even happened." I attempt to negotiate in the most calm manner possible, pushing down all of the intense amount of rage coursing through my body.

A few moments of silence takes over the line as I try to patiently wait for his response, hoping and praying that he will give in.

"No." And with that— the line goes dead.

"For fuck sake!" I shout to myself, slamming my fist against the steering wheel once again.

"Mate. We know where he's taking her." Liam tries to calm me down but I keep my jaw clenched and my nostrils flared.

"You know how many outposts these dogs have? Who fucking knows which one he's taking her too!"

"Probably the one that Zayn runs. He's easy like that." Liam mutters as I continue to speed down the streets.

Guess we're paying our old friend a visit.

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hi sorry I forgot to update so I wanted to quickly get this up !

kinda short n shitty lmfao I am a horrible author bye