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You whimper as Stan slaps you again, kneeing you in the stomach.

“Shit.” You splutter out, coughing.

“Lee, get her phone.” Stan spits as Lee retrieves the phone from my pocket.

“Call Harry.” He growls, his eyes dark.

“No.” You glare, refusing to pull Harry into this, especially since you know of Stan’s intentions.

“I. Said. Call. Him.” He says through gritted teeth, pulling on your hair so you were looking up at him. His fingers tapped away at your phone, dialling Harry’s number and putting it on speaker phone. “Tell him where you are, and that you’re safe. Not that you’re with us.” Stan hisses, just before Harry picks up.

“(Y/N)?! Where are you?! We’ve been trying to get hold of you for age-“ You cut him off.

“Harry, don’t come near the black fox. Stan has m-“ Before you could finish, Stan throws your phone down, crushing it with his foot. His eyes dart over to you and he grabs you by the neck, pushing you towards the nearest wall.

“YOU FUCKING SLUT!” He yells and tears start to roll down your cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stutter, cowering away from him.

“You know what? Fuck the plan. I’m going to kill you right now.” He snarls.

taking the gun out of his pocket and placing it on your temple.

“Was he worth it?” Stan asks, an evil glint in his eye.

That sentence, that statement, got you thinking. Was he worth it? Was Harry worth everything you’d been through? The dirty looks, the fights, the drugs, was he worth it all? You’d fallen out with your mother for this boy. But that’s when you thought, thought about the good things. He’d introduced you to a much more exiting life, a life with partying, drugs and danger. He’d introduced you to 4 new friends: Louis, Niall, Zayn and Perrie. He was there for you when you were upset, never once looking at you like you were over reacting. All those times that you put him down, told him you hated him, he still tried. He tried so hard to win your love, and he did.

“Y-Yes.” You choke, his grip on your throat tightening as your nails claw at his arm. He growls at you, his finger pushing down on the trigger as you squeeze your eyes shut, ready for the impact. You wonder what it’s like to feel dead. To feel absolutely nothing. To not be thinking, moving, seeing, talking, living. You wouldn’t be there. Everyone else would be living and you would be dead. Nothing. How would everyone take it? Your mother, El, Dani, Niall… Harry. Harry would go mad. You would never know what happened to him, you wouldn’t know if he too, was dead or alive.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” You hear someone yell, before you can’t feel Stan’s presence on you anymore. Opening your eyes, you see Harry with his hand on Stan’s throat, pushing him against the wall. You had never seen him so angry, even in the alley way, when you had your first encounter with Stan. His muscles were strained and his veins were popping out of his neck, his eyes dark and a low growl emerged from his throat.

“How fucking dare you.” Harry spat, his eyes staring intently at Stan, his face now going blue, due to the lack of oxygen he was getting. You see one of the men grabbing the gun off the floor; it had managed to have been knocked out of Stan’s hand when Harry had pushed him against the wall. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his chest, the gun, once again, resting on your temple. Harry’s head snaps around to see you, his expression growing even more twisted.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, and you could feel the man holding you gulp.

“Let him go or I’ll shoot her.” He says, his voice quivering. Harry laughs, and continues to hold Stan against the wall.

“Really? You really want her blood on your hands?” Harry says, darkly.

“Let him go.” He repeats, his finger gently pressing down on the trigger. You look up at Harry, fear consuming you and he releases Stan.

“Right, let her g-“ Harry starts but is soon interrupter by Stan punching him in the jaw, then the stomach.

“Pass me that gun.” Stan hisses at the man who was holding you hostage. As the man throws Stan the gun, you can’t help but think: Where was everyone? Looking around, you see them all restrained by Stan’s men, them greatly outnumbering the 4 boys. Turning back around, you see Harry on the floor, Stan pointing the gun to his head. That’s when you lost it.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” You screech, elbowing the guy restraining you in the dick and running over to where Harry and Stan were. “Take one step closer and I shoot.” He says, his eyes darting back and forth, between you and Harry.

“Please.” You please, edging nearer.

“Maybe I’ll kill you instead, since you never fucking shut up.” He spits, his tone laced with venom. Kicking Harry in the gut once more, which earns a groan from him, he looks over at you. He then signals for another gun to be passed his way. Placing the gun in your hand, the other in his, being held to your head, he mutters in your ear.

“It’s your turn now, beautiful. Shoot him, or I shoot you.”