Evangeline POV
Blood,flesh and guts everywhere. All over me, the floor, the ceiling. As I eye the skin on the ceiling,it falls,landing right in my face. I scream even though I know it's useless. I think someone's skin is in my mouth. I gag and spit. I just want to know what's going on. This is getting really scary.Someone just blew up all of these people and Harry's standing there. He's looking down at me as if he's just really annoyed. People are dead all around us he has the nerve to just look put out. The medics were looking for survivors and what not and asking questions but no one saw anything, the bomb just went off.They ask if we are injured since I'm a bloody mess but I tell them it belongs to someone else. They dismiss us
"Let me find my mum and tell her we're leaving."
I nod and he goes walking around the room,stepping on body parts. I just want to leave here and take a shower, drink a bottle of vodka and forget this night ever happened. A heart-broken scream fills the room and I look up to see Harry pulling out his hair and standing over a body. His mother.
He charges towards me and yanks me off of the floor,"This is your fault,I'm not sure how but it is and you're going to pay for it."
I have never been more afraid of him than I am now. The look on his face is terrifying. He actually looks dangerous. In a way it kind of turns me on. What kind of a sick person am I? He drags me outside around the flashing cameras and shoves me into the passenger seat of his car. They photographers smile at my oh so concerned fiancee
Liam POV
Sick, I'm so sick. I can't believe I just blew up a room full of people. This is so not me.I just need want to stop Harry. I can't let him make a mess upon Evie's innocence like I know he will. She needs to be home and planning a wedding with a man she loves,like me. Not forced to marry Harry. This is so wrong. I know deep in my heart that I'll do whatever it takes to stop him. I watch Harry from across the street as he shoved her into the car. Why does he feel the need to be so rough with her. I'll get my car and follow them. Someone has to protect her.I stow my Taylor Swift disguise in the trunk and follow,making sure to stay a few cars back like I saw in the movies.
Zayn POV
Louis and I were sitting around the table with the credit card statement from the label. Someone had charged a bunch of disposable cell phones and female clothes and wigs to the group credit card. We know it wasn't us and Niall looked confused when we asked him. It was either Liam or Harry. Something is just not right. No matter, you can't hide crazy for very long.
Harry POV
I'm going to drag this bitch home and fuck her until my cock is raw. My mum is dead and so are a bunch of other people, all because of this twat. I look over at her, all covered in blood and bits of flesh. She's crying again. What right does she have to cry. It's not her mum back there in pieces. I'm going to wash her and make her pay. Perhaps a pound of flesh would be good recompense.
We pull into the drive and I turn off the engine. She flinches as I growl at her to get out of the car. She doesn't move,just sits there shaking her head no at me. How dare she think she can say no to Harry fucking Styles.?
I smirk and get out slamming my door. That's when I hear it. The click. She locked the doors to the car. Clever. Maybe I should let her think she is safe for a bit so I shrug at her and give her a small smile before walking into my flat. I close the front door then suddenly I hear the engine of my car roar to life. That bitch is trying to steal my car! I laugh at her foolishness and go back outside with the anti-theft remote and kill the engine before she can even back out of the driveway. She looks up at me and begins to pound the steering wheel. She can't win.
I walk out the car and motion for her to unlock it. She says no. and crawls into the back seat. I hold up the remote and press the unlock button She's in so much trouble now.