Dancing Away With My Heart

What happens when bad boy, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, the quiet one, falls for the most innocent girl in school...Bethany? Will she stop running or will she run faster? *Includes alcohol, sex, references/actions of self-harm, and cursing*

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“Well look who it is…” G had that smirk on his face as he approached us. It took all the strength we all had not to run to somewhere where he could easily get us. “What’s this; not even going to run?”

“We’re all tired of your shit G.” Zayn said, opening his mouth first, only making his smirk and let out his creepy laugh that sounded almost like a cackle. We all looked at each other and before we could look back at him, I was grabbed, twisted around, and held back as a gun shot went off. I heard scream, people running in all directions, and my vision go blurry. I heard my name vaguely being screaming but I was too out of consciousness to answerback.

 

Harry:

“We seriously need to call the cops…now…” I said, sounding frightened as we quickly dragged Perrie out from the middle of the road.

“Right now, my main concern is getting her to a hospital. Then we can worry about the cops…when I saw Bethany, she wasn’t shot, just out of consciousness from the noise…Perrie over here has been shot and we need together medical attention now.” Zayn said, pulling his phone from his pockets, calling an ambulance. I nodded and looked around at the scene around us. Bethany…she was gone; and there was no trace that G was ever here.

***

“So can you tell me everything you saw?” The officer asked me for maybe the third time. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Tell you everything I saw? My girlfriends Uncle kidnapped her and shot her best friend before he left wit her…that’s literally everything. Can you please go find my fucking girlfriend?!” I screamed, getting angry, as tears started to roll down my cheeks. The officer rolled his eyes and moved onto Zayn. “YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING PRICK!” I yelled after the cop who turned his back and started his way back towards me. “MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE AND YOU DON’T EVEN GIVE A SHIT TO GO FUCKING FIND HER! YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT, YOU FUCK!” Before the cop could get to me, another cop intercepted him, sent him back to Zayn, and another cop came over by me.

“Sir, you have every right to be upset but we can only move so fast…”

“SHUT THE HELL UP! NONE OF YOU CARE ABOUT HER, ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR DAMN FUCKING PAYCHECK! YOU CAN ALL GO FUCKING SUCK DICKS! YOU HAVE NO DECENCY TO FIND HER WHEN HE COULD BE BEING TORTURED LIKE FUCKING LAST TIME THAT HE TOOK HER!”

“Sir, what do you mean by last time?”

“Oh o now you fucking care!”

“Sir…”

“Her fucking uncle killed her parents…she knows and has been running from him ever since. He’s caught her and tortured her many times and I just so happened to save her from one of those times because you FUCKS CAN’T DO YOUR DAMN JOB!”

“Sir, please calm down…can you tell us what this man looks like?” I sighed and looked around before I paused. “Sir…sir…what is it sir…”

“He looks like that…” I pointed to the man who was holding Bethany by her hair and a gun to her head…bleeding from everywhere possible…     

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