What Goes Around Comes Back Around
Chapter Six
Heidi POV
The next day I woke up to the bright sunlight shining down on my face from the windows. I blink a few times to get used to the bright rays. I turn my head around to check the time. 1:37 pm. Wow I slept in late today. I groan as I get up off of the bed. I had to get this plan to continue working so I didn’t have time to mess about. I breathe out a sigh of frustration. Is this what my life is going to be from now on? Always on my feet ready to take the first opportunity. But first I needed a shower.
I left the house after I had gotten ready. I decided to go to Starbucks again as I hadn’t eaten anything and I was starving! While walking along the familiar but deserted road, I noticed a small alleyway I hadn’t seen before. It looked really creepy but as always, my curiosity took over and I began to walk down it. My mind screamed for me to turn back and go to Starbucks but my body was not listening. I didn’t have Harry this time to help me get back either. I swallowed in fear and turned back around. I was already quite deep in the alley. Well I guess there’s no turning back now!
I carried on walking down. I noticed intricate patterns drawn on the brick walls with paint. The clacking of my shoes against the hard concrete floor echoed around me. It was the only thing that could be heard. My stomach protested in hunger as I walked but I tried to ignore it. Hopefully I would just quickly be able to see what was over here before making my way back down the alleyway to Starbucks.
Suddenly, I could start to hear faint noises. I couldn’t quite make them out. I came to a halt trying to decipher the sounds. It sounded like grunting and coughing. My eyes widened. What if there was a gang fight? I came here for revenge not to get involved with gangs! I looked behind me again. There really was no point in going back now. I sighed. I needed to stop being such a pussy and just see what is going on here. I slowly began to walk again, trying to stop my shoes from clacking as much so I would not be heard. I started to clench my jaw in concentration. The sounds got louder and louder.
I came to a stop when the brick wall was nearing its end. I snuck up behind it and peered around the corner from where the sounds were coming from. But what I saw around the corner made me want to cry and vomit at the same time.
I saw a guy lying on the floor all battered and bruised and covered in blood. He had spikey blond hair with specks of brown and red in from which I assumed was dirt and blood. He too was showered in tattoos and piercings. He wore a black tee with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans with combat boots. Wow everyone around here love black clothes. Then I looked back at what I was wearing and rolled my eyes for being so hypocritical. However this guy still managed to hold a smirk even though he was literally on the brink of death.
Towering above him was a guy around the same age as the blond guy. He also had the tattoos and piercings yet he held a wicked grin as he threw yet another blow to the blond guy’s stomach. I covered my mouth with my hand in disgust. This brought back so many memories of my past that I did not want to bring back. Tears threatened to spill as I carried on watching the blond guy carry on getting kicked. Flashes of me also getting kicked came back. Why wasn’t the guy stopping? He was going to kill him! I really wanted to help him just because I knew how he felt but I did not want to also get beaten. I felt guilt and selfish as I continued to watch the poor guy slowly reach his death when suddenly, the guy stopped kicking. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw this. He bent down so that he was ear level with the now mauled blond guy on the floor. He whispered something in his ear before giving him one last kick and dashing off.
At last! I could help him. I quickly checked around me to make sure I wasn’t being watched or followed before running up to the helpless guy on the floor. A look of pain, confusion and anger crossed his face when he saw me but he did nothing to stop me when I came closer to him. I gently kneeled down so I was his height so I could inspect his wounds. They looked pretty serious and deep. I attempted to rid of some of the dirt on the surface of the wounds so they would not get infected but he just winced in response. I gave him an apologetic look. I didn’t notice I had tears spilling down my face until I felt them drop onto my clothes from my face.
“Why did he do this to you?” I managed to get out but he just sat staring at me with his gorgeous sky blue eyes. Did I do something wrong? I blinked away at some of the tears before using the back of my hand to wipe the rest away. He closed his eyes for a second before attempting to heave himself up into a standing position. I tried to help him but both of us knew he wouldn’t be able to. He just started groaning in pain and frustration before slumping back down. He sighed.
“Why do you care about me?” He finally asks. I look into his eyes with horror. What kind of question was that? He hadn’t seen what he looked like. He needed a hospital!
“Are you serious?! You haven’t seen yourself! You look awful!” I half yell at him. He looks taken aback by this. He obviously isn’t used to people caring for him. However he quickly shakes this off and his face becomes more arrogant and dark much like the guy who was beating him up.
“Well I don’t need your fucking help! I’m fine on my own!” He snaps at me. I felt and probably looked hurt. Why did I care so much? Maybe it’s because I felt the pain he went through myself. But I couldn’t tell him that.
His face softens when he notices the hurt expression on my face however he still keeps his frown in place.
“I didn’t mean it like that…” he trails off. I shake my head.
“It’s fine.” I say. “What’s your name?”
“Niall” he replies simply but I could tell that it was effort for him to say that one word.
“Ok Niall, please let me help you. You look awful! You need a doctor!” I plead. He sighs in defeat. He was useless in this state.
“Ok fine! But don’t call an ambulance! Call my friend from my phone in my side pocket.” I give him a puzzled look but still oblige. I rummage around in his side pockets until I finally retrieve the small device.
“Ok so what is your friend’s name?” I ask going into his contact list.
“Harry styles.”
The next day I woke up to the bright sunlight shining down on my face from the windows. I blink a few times to get used to the bright rays. I turn my head around to check the time. 1:37 pm. Wow I slept in late today. I groan as I get up off of the bed. I had to get this plan to continue working so I didn’t have time to mess about. I breathe out a sigh of frustration. Is this what my life is going to be from now on? Always on my feet ready to take the first opportunity. But first I needed a shower.
I left the house after I had gotten ready. I decided to go to Starbucks again as I hadn’t eaten anything and I was starving! While walking along the familiar but deserted road, I noticed a small alleyway I hadn’t seen before. It looked really creepy but as always, my curiosity took over and I began to walk down it. My mind screamed for me to turn back and go to Starbucks but my body was not listening. I didn’t have Harry this time to help me get back either. I swallowed in fear and turned back around. I was already quite deep in the alley. Well I guess there’s no turning back now!
I carried on walking down. I noticed intricate patterns drawn on the brick walls with paint. The clacking of my shoes against the hard concrete floor echoed around me. It was the only thing that could be heard. My stomach protested in hunger as I walked but I tried to ignore it. Hopefully I would just quickly be able to see what was over here before making my way back down the alleyway to Starbucks.
Suddenly, I could start to hear faint noises. I couldn’t quite make them out. I came to a halt trying to decipher the sounds. It sounded like grunting and coughing. My eyes widened. What if there was a gang fight? I came here for revenge not to get involved with gangs! I looked behind me again. There really was no point in going back now. I sighed. I needed to stop being such a pussy and just see what is going on here. I slowly began to walk again, trying to stop my shoes from clacking as much so I would not be heard. I started to clench my jaw in concentration. The sounds got louder and louder.
I came to a stop when the brick wall was nearing its end. I snuck up behind it and peered around the corner from where the sounds were coming from. But what I saw around the corner made me want to cry and vomit at the same time.
I saw a guy lying on the floor all battered and bruised and covered in blood. He had spikey blond hair with specks of brown and red in from which I assumed was dirt and blood. He too was showered in tattoos and piercings. He wore a black tee with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans with combat boots. Wow everyone around here love black clothes. Then I looked back at what I was wearing and rolled my eyes for being so hypocritical. However this guy still managed to hold a smirk even though he was literally on the brink of death.
Towering above him was a guy around the same age as the blond guy. He also had the tattoos and piercings yet he held a wicked grin as he threw yet another blow to the blond guy’s stomach. I covered my mouth with my hand in disgust. This brought back so many memories of my past that I did not want to bring back. Tears threatened to spill as I carried on watching the blond guy carry on getting kicked. Flashes of me also getting kicked came back. Why wasn’t the guy stopping? He was going to kill him! I really wanted to help him just because I knew how he felt but I did not want to also get beaten. I felt guilt and selfish as I continued to watch the poor guy slowly reach his death when suddenly, the guy stopped kicking. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw this. He bent down so that he was ear level with the now mauled blond guy on the floor. He whispered something in his ear before giving him one last kick and dashing off.
At last! I could help him. I quickly checked around me to make sure I wasn’t being watched or followed before running up to the helpless guy on the floor. A look of pain, confusion and anger crossed his face when he saw me but he did nothing to stop me when I came closer to him. I gently kneeled down so I was his height so I could inspect his wounds. They looked pretty serious and deep. I attempted to rid of some of the dirt on the surface of the wounds so they would not get infected but he just winced in response. I gave him an apologetic look. I didn’t notice I had tears spilling down my face until I felt them drop onto my clothes from my face.
“Why did he do this to you?” I managed to get out but he just sat staring at me with his gorgeous sky blue eyes. Did I do something wrong? I blinked away at some of the tears before using the back of my hand to wipe the rest away. He closed his eyes for a second before attempting to heave himself up into a standing position. I tried to help him but both of us knew he wouldn’t be able to. He just started groaning in pain and frustration before slumping back down. He sighed.
“Why do you care about me?” He finally asks. I look into his eyes with horror. What kind of question was that? He hadn’t seen what he looked like. He needed a hospital!
“Are you serious?! You haven’t seen yourself! You look awful!” I half yell at him. He looks taken aback by this. He obviously isn’t used to people caring for him. However he quickly shakes this off and his face becomes more arrogant and dark much like the guy who was beating him up.
“Well I don’t need your fucking help! I’m fine on my own!” He snaps at me. I felt and probably looked hurt. Why did I care so much? Maybe it’s because I felt the pain he went through myself. But I couldn’t tell him that.
His face softens when he notices the hurt expression on my face however he still keeps his frown in place.
“I didn’t mean it like that…” he trails off. I shake my head.
“It’s fine.” I say. “What’s your name?”
“Niall” he replies simply but I could tell that it was effort for him to say that one word.
“Ok Niall, please let me help you. You look awful! You need a doctor!” I plead. He sighs in defeat. He was useless in this state.
“Ok fine! But don’t call an ambulance! Call my friend from my phone in my side pocket.” I give him a puzzled look but still oblige. I rummage around in his side pockets until I finally retrieve the small device.
“Ok so what is your friend’s name?” I ask going into his contact list.
“Harry styles.”
Notes
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oh my god the last gif on chpt.15 made me this " close to shizzing myself
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