Ivy Tomlinson thinks her brother Louis is dead after him and his gang vanished.
After traveling to America she gets word of a series of robberies that all link to The Venoms, Louis' gang.
Will she be spotted? Will she find her brother? Or will she g...
*double update make sure you read Chapter nine before this one
*enjoy:)
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Harry styles
Bursting through the back door I take in the scene in front of me.
My eyes meet Zayn flicking his head towards a frantic looking Ivy, I could see a red mark on her right cheek.
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"Fuck." I muttered moving my eyes to the ground seeing the guy she was dancing with knocked out on the ground.
I move towards Ivy, regretting it instantly when she backed away from me, shaking in fear as her back hit the brick wall.
"Y-you're gonna s-shoot me!" She screamed as tears streamed down her face. Her breathing was choppy as she stumbled away from me as I remembered the words I said to her a few days ago.
"No I'm not! Look, we need to get you home. You're drunk." I said trying to move closer to her, she finally stopped moving away.
"You're not gonna k-kill me?" She slurred moving her eyes from mine to Zayn.
I shake my head 'no' moving closer until I could grab her arm.
"C'mon, I'll drive you home, okay?" I said trying to lead her back inside, but she tried to pull out of my grip.
"How do I know I can trust you?" She said swaying to her left a little.
"For fucksakes." I muttered while turning my head to Zayn to see him smirking at Ivy and me.
"I'll get a taxi. Take her home." He said walking through the door back into the club.
I turned back to Ivy and I noticed her breathing was back to normal she wasn't crying anymore. Her eyes were just red and puffy now with mascara streams down her face.
"You can trust me, okay? I'll help you find Louis if you let me take you home." I said trying to convince her drunken state to trust me, her eyes instantly lighting up at my offer.
'Good thing she won't remember this' I thought.
"Promise me you won't try anything!" She said more stern holding out her hand with her pinky extended.
I connected our pinky's and muttered a quiet 'promise' and moved to grab her arm.
She looked down at my hand wrapped around her arm, then at the guy passed out on the floor.
"He won't bother you again." I said moving to the door.
The club was more crowded than earlier so I moved my arm around Ivy's waist, holding her to my side to keep her close.
