Twisted

Kim was sitting next to the man with the tanned skin and dark hair. I didn’t know his name, but he was evidently a member of One Direction. Eleanor was perched on Louis’s lap, sitting quite comfortably with Louis’s arms around her frail waist, but Kim was sitting next to the man. And something was off with her.
Her eyes stared straight ahead, seeing nothing. Even from where I stood I could tell that she looked completely limp—lifeless. Normally Kim was such a bubbly girl, flirtatious and happy; but right now she was the complete opposite.

“What happened to her?” I asked Harry, worry etched in my voice. I came to a sudden stop, and Harry tugged me forwards, his arm tightening around my neck.
“Who?”

“My friend.” I hissed. Panic was sweeping through me. I was expecting Kim to meet my eye—to acknowledge my presence. But no, she just stared straight ahead. No facial expression. Her shoulders hunched over, sagging. Her hair was messy and looked almost unbrushed, which was also peculiar for her, and I could see that her skin glistened from what looked like sweat.
And it was then I saw what she wore.

A skin-tight tube top that made it seem like her chest was going to bust, showing off almost half of her breasts, and a skirt that barely reached her thighs. She even wore heels that looked like they would be impossible to walk comfortably in.

Oh my god…
“What the hell is wrong with her?” I asked louder this time, jerking out of Harry’s hold. His green eyes flashed in irritation.
“Claire, don’t make a scene.”
Frightened tears built in my eyes when I looked back at my best friend. “Why does she look like that?” My heart clenched when I saw the man’s arm wrapped tightly around Kim’s waist, which was literally the only thing holding her up. If not for that arm, Kim would’ve fallen down. I could tell.
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “Zayn likes to use drugs.”
“Use drugs?” I repeated, unable to take my eyes off of Kim. “For what?”
Harry looked like I was testing his patience. His voice was lowered, so only I could hear him. And he spoke quickly, his arm touching my forearm, keeping me from taking off in a blind fury. “He likes to drug women.”
“He drugged Kim?!”
“Keep your voice down!”
“Why would he drug Kim? What kinds of drugs did he use? She looks like she can barely sit up!” I ranted, my voice trembling.
“He probably used a bit of ecstasy, though your friend looked pretty willing last night.” Harry said. “Now come on, I have to have a talk with them. I don’t want you interrupting us, okay? If you do—”
“—she might need to go to the hospital.” I cut him off shrilly, breaking past his arm to start making my way to Kim. I only made it a few steps before Harry grabbed my wrist painfully hard and jerked me to face him. He was starting to look angry.
“Don’t you fucking walk away when I’m trying to talk to you.” Harry hissed in a tight whisper. “And don’t interrupt me.”
What did he do to Kim last night? Did he overdose on drugs with her? Did he beat her? Did he rape her?
“No,” I murmured, feeling suddenly light-headed. I stumbled into Harry, feeling his arms instantly wrap around me. “This is all my fault…”
I took another look at Kim and saw that the man was talking to her. There was another man, with a buzz-cut, who was laughing at what the man was saying. And when I saw his hand fall on her thigh, I knew he was teasing her.
“…she was so willing last night.” I caught the one sentence, and fury blazed inside of me.
“That bastard,” I fumed, going stiff under Harry. “That fucking bastard took advantage of her last night.”
“Claire—”
I broke away from Harry, running to Kim. The man was now leaning towards her, a mischievous smirk on his face, his golden eyes gleaming at Kim like she was a shiny new toy. Kim wasn’t even looking at him—she wasn’t looking at nobody.
“You bastard!” I yelled, reaching forward to shove him away. But before I could do that, Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me back. “You drugged her! You bastard!”
His golden eyes fell on me, and my fury was almost replaced with fear. He had cunning, dark golden eyes, reminding me of some kind of reptile. And his smirk widened even further upon seeing me, and I felt his eyes travel over my form. But when he saw Harry’s arm around my waist, he brought his eyes back to my face, almost amused by my reaction.
“And is this your girl, Harry?” The man asked coolly, reaching into his leather jacket to take out a pack of cigarettes.
Harry couldn’t respond to him, simply because I was struggling too hard. I hated the way the man sneered at me, smoking that damn cigarette like taking advantage of women was an everyday occurrence. Well, I guess to them it was. But Kim was my best friend.
“Claire,” Harry snarled into my ear, letting out a grunt when I accidentally elbowed him in the rubs. “If you don’t stop this right now, I swear—”
“—she needs to go to the hospital!” I wailed, gritting my teeth. “You can’t just let her sit there like that! She looks like she’ll pass out any minute.”
The man chuckled at my efforts, pushing his lips onto the cigarette bud, inhaling deeply. He did it so calmly, so smoothly, his honey-colored eyes trained on my struggling. His arm was still around Kim, holding her up.
“That’s it.” Harry said, his hands rising to grab my hair. “I’ve had enough of this.” I was twisted around to see a furious Harry. Before I could say anything, Harry brought back his hand to slap me hard across the face. Just as my head whipped to one side, it was whipped to the other when he slapped me again.
My face felt like it was throbbing and I stood there, hearing everyone go silent. My breathing halted in my throat, and tears were threatening to spill over my eyes. But I didn’t want to cry here in front of everyone.
“Are you going to listen to me now?” Harry roared, gripping my shoulders painfully. “Huh? Answer me, Claire. Answer me right now. You have stretched my patience too far. I warned you this morning, babe.”
“Kim.” Was all I could utter, feeling pathetic as the tears started rolling down my cheeks. I bit down on my lower lip to stifle the sob threatening to break through my mouth. My shoulders started heaving as I stood there, crying like a baby, the image of a drugged Kim wavering in my mind.
This was all my fault…how the hell do I get her out of this mess?
“Do you understand me?” Harry repeated, his voice rougher. He really did sound furious.
When I said nothing in return, I felt him slap my face again. This time I cried out from the lash, my hands rising to cradle my throbbing cheeks. I started crying harder, struggling to breath correctly.
“Y-yes, I understand.” I choked out. My body was tensed up, preparing for another blow from Harry.
“I’ve been very patient with you.” Harry said lowly, sounding like he was gradually calming down. “And I’m not normally a patient man, Claire.”
“Harry?” I flinched a little when a voice was behind us. Shockingly, Louis Tomlinson stood there, looking hesitant to speak. And I could feel the man with the dark skin watching us, smoking his cigarette.
“What?” Harry snapped, releasing me to turn his attention to Louis.
“We have to talk.” Louis said, sounding a little urgent. “Vlad’s men have gone further into the city. In fact, some of our men think his men are here.”
Harry’s entire face changed.
It went from slightly irritated to downright furious.
Immediately Harry asked Louis questions. The curly-haired male took a seat on the velvet couch, and I stood there, still cradling my face. I was too busy trying to wipe away the tears, to stop myself from crying any further.
“You’re cute.” The dark man said. Normally that would be a “compliment” to people, but the way he said it made it feel like it was an insult. I pursed my lips and tried not to look at him.
“Leave me alone.” I mumbled. I didn’t intend for him to hear it, but he did.
“What did you say?” He was suddenly standing up, towering over me. I flinched a little, bringing my head up to stare at him. A cigarette was hanging limply from his lips, and his golden eyes were glaring down at me. But he didn’t look mad. He looked like he was simply waiting for my response.
However, when he stood up, I watched as Kim’s weight toppled over. She fell onto her side on the velvet couch. I quickly dashed forward without a single thought and tried picking her up.
“Oh, no, no, no,” The man’s arm grabbed my hair, practically throwing me away. I cried out from the searing pain, falling onto my knees from his force. “She’s mine, darlin’. Don’t touch her.” When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him sitting next to Kim again. His arm was attached to her hip, and he was giving me a smug smirk. “Unless, of course, you want to do some action to please—”
“Claire, come here.” Harry said suddenly, his green eyes looking back at my crumpled form. I shakily got off, feeling so disturbed with the man’s eyes following me, and went to Harry. He grabbed my wrists and forced me onto his lap, his arm wrapping around my waist. He immediately continued the conversation with Louis and the buzz-cut guy as I sat there. Eleanor was resting her head on Louis’s broad shoulder with a soft smile, looking at complete ease. I knew my eyes were bloodshot from crying, and my cheeks were probably red from getting slapped.
“Hey, Zayn.” Niall appeared out of nowhere, heading towards the man’s direction. I instantly recognized the name. Fran mentioned it to me when she was explaining One Direction. Apparently Zayn was also a terrible member, and I now could see that she was right. “What do you think of her?”
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Niall pinpointed to a woman off in the corner. I didn’t get to see her, but Zayn took the cigarette out of his mouth to confirm with a nod.
“She’s fit.”
Niall nodded and vanished out of my line of sight. Zayn’s eyes met mine from the short distance, and for some reason, I couldn’t look away. I think it was because he had mybest friend in his arms. I clung limply to Harry as Zayn shot me a quick roguish wink before pulling Kim into his lap. He handled her like she was some kind of doll. His hands soothingly ran through her messy hair, smoothing it with his long fingers, and he said something to her, which caused the guy with the buzz-cut to laugh at. I didn’t want to know what he had said.
“Niall wanted her last night.” Zayn said loudly to me, forcing Kim to straddle his waist. His hands offhandedly played with her skirt, lifting it higher and higher, revealing more of her skin. I tensed up, anger bubbling inside of me, as the man in front of me handled my dear friend without an ounce of care. “But I wanted her. So I got her.”
I hated this. I hated the fact that it was my fault that Kim was in this terrible position. If I had only called her back to let her know I was alive, she wouldn’t be here, drugged up and in the hands of Zayn.
I’ve never hated someone before, simply because hate was such a strong word. But right now, how I felt towards Zayn was as close to hate as I have ever gotten.
Zayn was watching me closely, testing me, as his hand ventured to Kim’s butt. I bit my tongue, using all the power I had not to leap out of Harry’s arms and do something that would get me either serious hurt or killed.
But Kim was my best friend.
I couldn’t just sit here while she was getting handled like that, right?
My cheek throbbed painfully in response, reminding me of what would happen if I did anything. I winced to myself and turned my head, my heart sinking, as I felt like the lowest being on earth.
Kim…I’m so sorry…
“Well, I’m taking Eleanor home.” Louis announced, patting Harry on the back warm-heartedly. Eleanor got off of his lap as he stood up, immediately reaching to hold her hand. He waved at everyone, flashing an almost friendly grin, before walking away.
I didn’t dare speak or move my head as Harry started a conversation with the buzz-cut guy. I quickly learned that his name was Liam, and they were talking a lot about Vladimir. They were discussing a lot of things that I simply could not understand. So I sat there,knowing that Kim was being touched without her consent, without doing anything.
I’m a horrible person. I’m so disgusted with myself.
Well, now I knew what it was like for the Germans when the Nazis took the Jews.
Before all of this, I was always the kind of person who always stood up against bullying, no matter who it involved or whatever the circumstance. But never have I been in a position where I would get seriously injured if I stepped out of line. My worry for my own self-being overshadowed my worry for defending my own best friend.
I was torn from my thoughts when Harry, without warning, grabbed my chin and kissed me deeply. My breath was literally taken away from the kiss, and I felt both of his arms reach around me, pressing me against him. Now I could feel the bulge in his pants.
However, halfway through the kiss, I forced my lips not to move. I tried to remember that this guy who was molesting my mouth was the same guy who had slapped me three times earlier. He was one of the main reasons why I couldn’t help my friend.
He was the bastard who started all of this.
“Kiss me back.” Harry demanded under his breath, pulling away just a little to peer into my eyes. He stared at me for a few seconds, receiving no response, and I let out a gasp when his hand suddenly found its way in my hair. He grabbed a good handful and tugged harshly, pain flaring in my scalp. When I gasped, he dove in for the kiss, using his tongue now and tilting his head for more access.
I resisted it as much as I could. I built up the strongest walls I had to put Harry off. But when his hands roamed a little under my shirt, touching my skin, my spine shivered from the contact. I knew there were people around us. I knew Liam could probably look over and see us any given moment.
But then why did it feel so good?
I felt like my skin was being caught on fire wherever his fingers touched. Harry had this way of harnessing my body wholly, making my brain go to mush. I hated it when he did this. Maybe this was how he was able to get so many women to be submissive…
Harry growled into my mouth when he still got no response from me. He pulled my legs so I was straddling his waist, and his mouth then began nipping at my neck. By now I could really feel his hard on, which was now pressing up into my center.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” A sudden shout next to me startled me, though it had no effect on Harry.
There, just a few feet away, was a guy who had just punched a woman. He was soaking wet, and it appeared that the woman had been previously holding a cup, because glass had shattered all around them. To my morbid amusement, it seemed that the man was angry because the woman had poured her drink all over him.
“Who’s that?” I heard Liam ask Harry, grabbing Harry’s attention.
“He’s not one of our men.” Zayn added, his smirk vanishing. He was no longer smoking at the minute, and he pulled Kim off of his lap, his eyes trained on the man towering over the woman.
Harry’s arms tightened around me and leaned forward to get a better look.
I had to strain my neck to look.
The man looked up, running a hand through his dark, slicked-back hair. Even from where I sat, I could see his icy blue eyes.
“He’s definitely not one of our men.” Zayn hissed quietly when he saw the man’s face.
“I think he’s with Vlad.” Liam added.
The man’s eyes flickered to us. When he noticed us staring, he immediately turned right on his heel and stalked down the stairs. The woman got off of the floor, looking quite shocked, before strutting away, acting as if nothing had just happened.
For a moment I wondered how she did that. How she could be slapped like that—thrown to the floor, and be able to just get back on her feet and walk away, holding her head high. Harry slapped me three times, not half as hard as that man slapped her, and I had already started crying.
“Claire,” Harry said, his hands pulling me off his lap. “Stay right here.”
I didn’t like the tone of his voice.
He sounded strained, like he actually wanted to punch something. I have never heard him sound so angry before. When I saw his arms, I could literally see them trembling. And as Harry stood up, I saw him reach behind, unsheathing something out of his pocket. When I saw what it was, my eyes widened.
A knife.
“Don’t move.” Harry repeated slowly, not looking back at me. He tucked the knife—which was silver—back into its place. It seemed like he was checking to make sure it was there. “I’ll be right back.”
And with that, he had disappeared into the thin crowd. I could still see him, spotting him easily with the curly brown hair. As soon as he was gone, I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding.
Where did Harry go?
Liam was two spaces away from me. He was currently looking down at his phone. Zayn was lighting a cigarette back up, his arm swung limply around Kim’s shoulder. Kim looked paler than before. And even from here I could see her fighting off losing consciousness.
“Zayn?” I asked hesitantly.
“Hm.” He didn’t even look at me, he was too focused on lighting up the cigarette. When he did, he put his lighter back in his jacket pocket and turned his eyes to look at me.
“What do you plan on doing with her?”
His lips twitched into a small smirk. “Do you want me to be honest?”
I didn’t like how his eyes looked amused. I hated how he looked like he was enjoying my concern. I didn’t like how he slowly pulled the bud from his lips, and how he opened his mouth to have smoke pouring out, veiling his face in a thick cloud of smoke. I tried not to cringe from the strong, potent smell of smoke.
“Yes.”
Zayn licked at his lips, leaning closer to me. “I plan on fucking her until she can’t remember her own name.”
This made me want to cry. The fact that he was serious about this made my insides churn.
“What if she passes out?”
His smirk widened. “Darlin’, I have no problem with fucking an unconscious girl. In fact,” His voice lowered so that it was almost husky, “I find that incredibly hot.”
My eyes widened as I backed further into the sofa. He started laughing at my expression, as if it was absolutely hilarious.
And suddenly, his features turned sympathetic. However, I knew he was only mocking me. Pursing his lips, smoke coming out of his nostrils, Zayn said, “But hey, if she’s not conscious, she won’t feel a thing, yeah? I’m doing her a favor.”
“What if you gave her too much?” I retaliated, panic sweeping through me again. “What if she doesn’t wake up?”
Zayn’s eyes glinted. “Then she dies.”
“You bastard.” I whispered, my eyes seeing Kim sitting there, limp against him. Tears pricked at my eyes again, my hands balling into fists. “You don’t care if she dies?”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Zayn replied, rolling his eyes. He leaned back into the sofa. “I like it when they’re unconscious because they don’t make so much fucking noise. You’re already pissing me off by the way you talk. Your voice gets all high and shrilly.” His features twisted into a disgusted expression. Then he grumbled, “How does Harry standyou?”
“She’s my best friend.”
“And?”
“And I’m not just going to sit here and let you talk about her like that.” I said, trying to keep my composure. But I was glaring daggers at him now.
“You are in no position to argue with me.” Zayn snapped, turning his eyes back to me. His voice turned commanding, forceful. “Harry won’t be too happy if I raise a hand against you, but I will not hesitate to set you into place if you talk disrespectfully to me. Got it?”
I bit my tongue, forcing myself to stay quiet. But my eyes stayed on Kim. Her head was hanging forward, her eyes closed. When Zayn saw her like that, he immediately began shaking her shoulders.
“Hey darling,” He cooed, feigning a sweet voice, though I could see he was fighting back a smirk. “Stay with me. If you go out, you might not come back.” Liam chuckled at that and I frowned.
“Please.” I whispered.
Zayn turned back to me. “What’d you say?”
“Please.” I spoke louder this time, trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill. “Please don’t kill her.”
“He’s not going to kill her.” Liam mumbled to me.
I stared at the brown-eyed male. “He’s not?”
“Of course not. He hasn’t had his fill yet.”
My heart sank and the air around me started to feel colder by the second. I’m sitting with evil people. These guys are heartless bastards.
My body began trembling when I realized what danger I was truly in. I was so lucky Harry wasn’t like Zayn—who liked to drug people relentlessly. I had no idea what Liam or Niall was like, but right now Louis seemed the “safest” with Eleanor. I had never seen the blue-eyed member raise a hand against her. But I suppose that was because she had never spoken unless spoken to. Literally.
But Zayn was just fucked up. Liam was quiet, but the quiet ones were always the most dangerous. And Niall was off somewhere…Niall was “okay;” he hasn’t done anything yet that made me think otherwise.
“I have to use the bathroom.” I said suddenly, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Do you know where the bathrooms are?” Liam asked, not seeming interested as he took out his phone again to reply to a text.
“Yes. Harry has shown them to me before.”
“Harry told you not to leave.” Zayn reminded me sternly, his golden eyes trained on me suspiciously.
Liam waved a hand at him. “She knows perfectly well that if she tries to pull something Harry will punish her. Don’t you?” He turned his chocolate-brown eyes to me, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded quickly. “Yes. I just…I really have to use the bathroom.”
“The bathroom is downstairs, to your right.” Liam instructed me, turning his eyes back to his phone.
I didn’t hesitate to rise from the sofa and make my way through the throngs of people. Smoke was heavy in the air, mixed with peoples’ perfume and sweat. There were so many conversations going on around me, so many people…
…and I felt so alone. Even in the midst of this crowd, I was alone.
Nobody was going to help me.
Kim tried, and look what happened to her.
It’s just me…
Overcome with the feeling of helplessness, I began pushing past people, letting the tears fall down. I hated that I had left Kim with that bastard.
All I knew was that I had to get away from them. Now. I don’t care how long—if only just for a few minutes. I just needed to breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I’m suffocating.
Drowning…
I somehow managed to find the bathrooms, which were crowded. Girls were all over the place, fixing their makeup in the mirrors or just smoking in the bathroom. There were even two girls making out in the corner, their hands running over each other frantically.
I found an empty stall and locked the door behind me. I heard a few girls giggling at something. I could overhead some of the conversations, but they were mostly pointless.
That is, until I heard one woman say:
“I think there’s a new gang in town.” Her voice was hushed, as if speaking to the woman right next to her. “You saw them too, right?”
“Yeah. What do you think One Direction will do?”
“I don’t know…but all I know is that their leader’s name is Vladimir. And I saw him the other night. Here. And he was so hot.”
“Seriously?”
There was an eruption of giggles.
“Yes! And his eyes are like the purest blue you’ve ever seen. If I ever see him here again, I’m definitely going home with him.”
I took deep, steady breaths. No, I was not just hearing two women talking about having sex with a potentially dangerous man. No I was not in a bathroom full of smoke, with a lesbian couple making out in the corner.
I was at home. I was in my room, working on my homework. My mom would come in when dinner was ready, and I would go downstairs and eat dinner with my family.
Family.
I was on the tiled floor, crying into my hands. My sobs were inaudible with all the talking and gossiping and giggling.
How were these women able to laugh in a place like this?
When I moved here, I didn’t sign up for this. I came here to live my life—not to be hiding in a fucking bathroom.
I sat there for a few minutes, just thinking. I tried thinking of a way I could escape. All I could think about now was Kim’s unconscious body. Dead.
She could die.
When I was done crying, I had one thing set in mind:
I was not going to give up. I was going to get out of here. I was going to go back home. Somehow I will find some help, and I will come back here to get Kim.
Sounded good, right?
Okay, maybe it was kind of a weak start. But it was a start nonetheless.
I exited out of the bathroom, heading straight for the entrance and exit of the club. I didn’t even turn my head when I walked through the doorway. Of course I completely forgot whose jacket I was wearing, but it didn’t really matter to me.
I just had to get out of there.
Everything was so…upside down. Wrong. Messed up. Corrupt.
Twisted.
I nearly broke out into a run when I was through the doorway. I turned to my right, glancing nervously around me to make sure I wasn’t being followed. When the coast was clear, I began to formulate a plan. I would meet up with Fran at her house, and from there I would—
I came to a dead stop in front of an alleyway. This particular alleyway was lit up with a dim light. Strange, right?
But what caught my eye was the scene in front of me.
There were four men surrounding a body lying on the floor. And they were kicking at it, yelling things, laughing. My heart went completely cold, hearing the terrible, colorful words leaving the their mouths.
Keep walking. Don’t stop. Just keep walking.
I turned away, prepared to just walk away, until I heard:
“Not so tough now, are you Styles?”
Styles.
Harry Styles.
The Harry Styles?
I immediately hid behind the wall, poking my head around to see the men laughing again. The figure lying on the ground looked like it was trying to get up, but one man threw a punch to their face. I flinched a little from hearing the loud THUD, and the sound of the figure hitting the ground. More kicks followed.
Harry…is that Harry?!
“Remember when I wanted to join your group?” Another man sneered. “And you turned me down by breaking my nose? Well, let’s see if I can return the favor, yeah?”
“Or we could just kill him.” Someone else suggested.
“Yeah. I heard about another gang that’s—”
“FUCK! HE STABBED MY LEG!” A man suddenly wailed, falling to the ground. “FUCK MAN!”
For some reason, I was compelled to stay. I watched with rapt interest as the dark figure began to stand up, the arm slashing around. The men panicked and started to swarm around like angry bees, retaliating to Harry’s sudden move.
The men had reacted quickly because soon, Harry’s figure was back on the ground. But this time, after a few kicks, everything went silent.
“Where’d you get that?”
“What, this?”
“Yeah.”
I had a feeling that someone was aiming a gun at Harry’s head.
“I always keep a gun with me.” I was right. My hands tightened on the brick wall, my heart skipping a beat. Were they going to shoot him?
No way. This can’t be happening. Harry told me they were the most feared…well, I guess that would make sense. People might—
“Aren’t you going to beg for your life?” A man asked, his voice low and calm yet inquisitive.
There was no reply.
“Or are you just going to stare at us like that?” The man was almost yelling now, furious. “Say something, damn it!”
“He won’t say anything.” Another voice spoke up. “He’s Harry Styles, remember?”
“Well, I’m sick of this.” Even from this distance I could hear the man cock the gun. “I’m going to blow your fucking brains out, Styles.” My eyes widened when more silence ensued. The seconds ticking by were killing me.
I could run right now. I could get away. I could escape all of this and continue to see the world. Hell, I could return home if I wanted to.
But if I did…Harry would die.
I only had a few seconds to make the final decision. But my decision was already made before I thought too much about it.
I was working my way through the dim lighting, my footsteps quiet as I approached the group. As I grew closer, I could see the men surrounding Harry. They looked like typical gangsters, with their pants hung low and the heavy sweatshirts. I could see the man that towered over Harry, who was pointing the gun at him.
I couldn’t quite see Harry, but I could see the blood pooling at his feet.
That was his blood.
Oh my god.
“Stop.”
I could feel everyone turn to look at me when I opened my mouth and said that one word. I felt his eyes on me.
And one second passed, the men looking surprised, when Harry smacked the man’s hand, knocking the gun away. The gun landed on the floor, rolling halfway to me, and the men all lunged at Harry like rabid animals. I stood there, awestruck, seeing the men beat Harry mercilessly, and I didn’t think twice before picking up the gun.
With trembling hands, I aimed the gun at them and shouted louder, “Stop!”
“Holy shit.” Everyone froze. The man that once had the gun spoke, and he threw himself off of Harry, holding his arms up. “Don’t shoot.”
“Get away from him.” I ordered, surprised by the firm tone of my voice. I struggled to keep my hands from shaking too badly, and watched as all the men got off of Harry, all of their arms held in the surrender position.
“Do you know who this bastard is?” One man yelled, looking at me like I was crazy.
“Get out of here.” I said, ignoring his comment. “Now. Or I swear, I will shoot you.”
They stood there uncertainly for a few moments, sending each other glances. But I licked at my lips and aimed at one of them, my finger adding a little pressure to the trigger. I’ve never even held a gun before. It felt almost heavy to me.
I was holding a weapon of destruction.
With one simple move, I could kill someone.
It was a little assuring to know that I could defend myself, but it was also frightening to know the power I held.
The men shuffled out of the alleyway, running towards the opposite direction. As soon as they were gone, I lowered my arm and turned my eyes at Harry.
He was sitting against the wall. I could see blood dripping down his chin. His hair was a massive mess on top of his head, broken curls going each and every way. His clothes were battered with cuts and there were spots of blood here and there.
“Harry?”
He didn’t respond.
“I…” I was going to ask him if he was okay. But it was clear to me that he wasn’t. I swallowed thickly, looking over all the blood, not knowing what to say.
“Claire.” He finally spoke. His voice was huskier than usual. Rough. His features scrunched up when he spoke. Did it hurt him?
I crouched in front of him, careful not to step in his blood. “Yes?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” He rose his green eyes to stare into mine. I could see bruises already forming on his face.
Oh my god…
He has to be in so much pain right now. If I was in his shoes, I’d be crying, begging to go to the hospital. And here was Harry, just sitting here, bleeding, and sitting in his ownblood.
“Harry,” I breathed, my eyes not able to take in all the damage. “You…you almost died.”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, as if chasing away the pain, and his chapped lips rose into a small smirk. I could see that he had blood coming from his mouth. A broken lip maybe?
“Who cares?”
“What do you mean who cares?” I repeated, eyes wide. I couldn’t believe what he just said.
Harry leaned his head back into the wall, his eyes still closed. “I’ll…find them…tomorrow. And I’ll cut their…balls off.” His voice was trailing.
I suddenly reached forward, digging around Harry’s pockets. Harry was too weak to even question what I was doing. He just sat there, his eyes closed. I finally found what I was looking for.
His cell phone.
I opened it to see two new messages, but I ignored them. I went to his contacts and found Louis’s number. It was the first one I found. Besides, I wouldn’t want to call Zayn.
“Yeah?” Louis answered on the second ring.
“Louis,” I said quickly, “can you please come here?”
“Is this Claire? How do you have Harry’s phone?” Louis’s voice had gone very stern. Almost suspicious.
“No, you have to come here—now. I…I think Harry’s dying..”

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