My Brothers Band Mate - Harry Styles

Hi im Jacky and I was adopted by the one and only Payne family and Liam Payne is now my brother, I moved in with him to try and make friends but things happen and not everything goes to plan... Romance? Maybe. Drama?Definitely.

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5. c h a p t e r - f i v e

Jacky's P.O.V

Harry drove us to La Piazza (It's actually a place lol:


), As he parked the car teenage girls started swarming around us along with paparazzi, flashes of cameras started going of almost every second, blinding us. Harry pulled his phone out and called someone "Andrew, were at La Piazza across the road from the shopping center and need assistance, there's like 100 plus people around the car." He said, I slouched down in my seat waiting for Harry's pack up. He reached his hand across the center console and grabbed mine, "I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to go like this." he frowned, I squeezed his hand and smiled at him, "It's fine, seriously Harry. I've had worse, trust me." He smiled back before his phone started ringing.

"What!" he yelled

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"Yes Andrew, we're still in the car."

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"Andrew I swear to god if you don't get someone to help us in ten minutes I will make sure Paul fires you."

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"I know he's your uncle, but your job is to make sure when we need something that it happens; and right now, your not doing your job properly!"

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"Exactly, goodbye Andrew, you have ten minutes"

He hung up the phone, pushing a hand through his curls. I took his hand in mine again, "Harry, calm down its fine, don't worry." I told him, it seemed the stress was radiating from him. He squeezed my hand in reply as we sat and waited for Andrew and his back up.

(A.N: If this part of the chapter is crap, im sorry. Someone I knew died and I only found out the time I was writing this so I'm not completely in the zone or thinking 100% straight. Sorry) 

Finally after what seemed an eternity teenage girls were being pulled away from the car and 2 security men were standing at each of our doors. Harry opened his door, screams erupted from the huge crowd, he kept his head low as he made his way behind the guard, disappearing into the large crowd. I slowly opened my door trying not to hit anyone standing in the way. The guard forcefully pulled the door open grabbed my arm and led me into the crowd as well. His grip on my upper arm was starting numb my fingers from lack of blood flow. 

Eventually we ended up inside the restaurant, the guard pushing me inside. I started moving my fingers trying to get blood flowing through my hand again. A purple bruise started forming on my arm, Harry obviously noticing as he was starring at it. I covered it with my other hand, trying to pretend that it wasn't there, but I was having trouble due to the guards extremely large hands.

Harry came up to me and remove my hand from the bruise, "Did he do that to you?" he whispered inspecting the bruise, I slowly nodded my head, Harry's eyes filling with fury. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the reception desk, "Harry, just forget it. We don't need anymore drama tonight, let just sit down have an amazing meal and a great night." I smiled at him rubbing the back of his hand. He looked back down at me, and nodded before walking to the reception desk.

"Table for Styles?" He asked the girl at the reception, she gave him a large smile, "yeah, I know right this way." she said not looking away from him, Harry swollowed awkwardly as her smile grew and she lead us to our table. He pulled my chair out for me before going to take a seat at his own The girl handed us a menu and waited by the table, I looked up at Harry and let out a quiet giggle before looking back down at my menu.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked stepping toward Harry, smiling down at him. "I'll have a coke please," he smiled at the young waitress and turned to me, I looked up and smiled at him, just as I was turning to look at the girl she walked away, seemingly skipping towrd the bar. I smiled and shook my head before looking back at Harry, surprise stuck his features, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "She just left without asking what you wanted, what the hell is wrong with people today, no one can get there jobs right!" he yell-whispered pushing his hands through his hair, I shook my head and took his hand away from his hair, "She's star struck Harry, and I wouldn't blame her. Your probably one of her celebrity crushes and here you are at the restaurant she works at." I smiled at him.

"Why are you so nice and understanding, I'm supposed to be mad at Andrew for not getting us security on time, and getting us abusive security, but then you go and turn my feelings around and make me forget it ever happened, and now your backing up the girl who forgot to serve you, who we should both be upset with, but here you are making me change my mind again." He laughed, heat rose in my cheeks and I looked down at the table embarrassed. His free hand reached across the table and lifted my head to look at him again, "What are you doing to me?" he whispered leaning towards me, I started leaning into him aswell until we were interupted. 

"Here's you coke," the waitress smiled, leaning across the table to give it to him. Since we last saw her, her skirt had some how managed to rise about and inch below her bum, and her shirt pulled down so far the top of her bra was showing, Harry smiled at her and took his drink she turned and glared at me before walking away again. I grabbed my bag from my chair, "I'm going to the bathroom i'll be back soo." I smiled at Harry before heading to the bathroom.

As I got inside I clutched the edges of on of the sinks, taking deep breaths, trying to calm my heatbeat and shaking hands. The door opened and I looked up at the mirror to see who had walked in, the waitress who had been surving Harry and I stood in the door way scowling at me. "You're a fucking slut, playing Harry and Liam like you are." she spat, pushing at my shoulders. I stepped back and put my hands out infront of me in defence; "what are you talking about, I'm not with Liam." I told her. She pushed my arms out of the way and started clawing at me, her long nails digging into my skin, pulling at the flesh pushing me down onto the ground.

She continued scratching, clawing, slapping and punching me until someone walked in, she growled and lifted my head up and threw it back down, slamming it into the tiled floor. I cried out in pain, my shaking hands reaching up to the back of my head to be coated in a warm liquid, I brought my hand back to my face, red blood covered my hand and probably the floor. Black and white spot clouded my vision as the waitress was pulled off of me, shook my head trying to see who had pulled her off of me, a woman not much older than me was pulling the girl back from me, calling out for help.

The sound of the door being slammed open echoed through the room scaring me, i turned my head to see who it was, but was greeted with a pair of light brown boots, Harry's boots. I reached my hand out to him, hoping he would help me up, He grabbed my hand and bent down next to me plaing my hand on his chest. "Jacky? Jacky! stay with me. Feel my beathing? I need you to copy it, please just keep your eyes open and keep breathing." he told me keeping my hand on his chest. 

I pushed to keep my eyes open and my breathing steady, but trying to balance both of them at the same time was struggling. I knew if I wanted to keep my eyes open I had to stop trying to even out my breathing, an dIf I wanted to keep breathing I had to stop focusing on keeping my eyes open. Slowly I started letting my eyes drift closed, darkness taking over majority of my senses. Harry gripped my hand tighter, "Shit, No stay with me Jacky, Fuck, please don't do this to us, Liam is going to kill me as it is and I cant loose you." My chest grew tight at his words, I pushed to open my eyes, my hearing dropped out as several hands lifted me up on to some dort of bed bench thing.

I couldn't move, I couldn't tell if I was breathing or not, but the worst part was not being able to tell If I was actually alive, I couldn't feel the table I was on anymore, I couldn't feel myself breathing nor my heart beating, I could no longer feel Harry's hand wrapped around mine, or hear his comforting and encouraging words for me to wake up. I was done.

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