I walked through the front door, slamming it behind me, along with locking it. I continued walking down the hall to my room. I take a quick shower, not wanting to take a long one just incase.

I then wrap myself in a towel, looking outside the door before making my way to my closet. I get changed quacking into a pair of pajama shorts and a singlet. I then lay back on my bed over thinking the events that only happened a few hours ago. His voice still lingered in my mind, replaying over and over.

“I’ll be seeing you around darling.”

My thoughts were then interrupted by the front door slamming shut, soon followed my loud giggled and voices.

“We’re home!” I hear Victoria yell out. I got up from my bed, making my way to where I hear their voices. Their completely wasted. I laugh and turn around, ready to go back to my bedroom when I spot Aria trying to be quiet with closing the front door. She looks at me and sighs, knowing she’s been spotted.

“Payton, I’ll tell you everything, I promise,” she sighs, looking down. I nod and follow her down the hallway to her room. She walks in and closes the door behind me while I take a seat on her bed.

“Where the hell were you?” I whispered harshly. She sighs again and takes a seat beside me.

“I was with Louis.”

“Who?”

“Louis Tomlinson, the guy I left with,” she says now lying down. “How did it go with Harry?” She continues eyeing me for my reaction.

“Harry?” I quint at her, thinking she’s making all this up.

“Harry Styles, best mate with Louis,” she says, giving me an obvious look. She scoffs before continuing, “he’s the boy that was staring at you Payton. Honestly, if you’re going to sleep with someone, you at least need to know their name.” She smiles slightly as I continue to squint at her.

“What the hell are you on about. I didn’t sleep with anyone,” I snap at her, getting frustrated with her attitude. Her smile drops understanding what I just said.

“What the fuck? You didn’t sleep with him,” she whispers harshly, now sitting up.

“He asked, but I said no,” I said shrugging it off, making her eyes widen even more.

“Uhh, fuck, Payton why?” she groans, face palming herself.

“I don’t know Aria. He’s probably got some sort of disease,” I shouted.

She shook her head frantically. “No no no Payton, you don’t understand. Harry’s the gang leader. He gets what he wants,” she shouts back, panicking. I shrugged it off again. She then turns to me, her eyes going over every part of my exposed skin.

“What are you doing?” I snap.

“He must have hit you or even yelled?” She tells me, more like a question.

I frown, shaking my head. “He didn’t touch me,” I confirm to her, trying to calm her.

“What did he tell you when I left Payton?” she asks, still in the worried state.

My eyes widen as the voice repeats itself in my head again. “Uhh, I’ll be seeing you around darling,” I repeat out loud.

Aria scoffs before speaking. “Damn Payton, you fucked up,” she says looking fown.

I continue to frown. “What’s that mean?”

“Styles’ gang runs these streets. They get what they want, who ever they want, and by rejecting Harry, you made it like a game Payton. He won’t stop till he gets you,” she sighs before continuing. “Just please be careful,” she says, placing her hand on my shoulder. I nod, getting back to my room.

I groan covering myself in blankets, hoping that they can at least protect me, his voice still replaying as I fall asleep…