Don't drag me into this

"Don't drag me into this" I snapped, "little to late babe" he smirked and grabbed my hand, "RUN" he yelled and pulled me down a near ally way. "No stop there not after me there after you" I hissed. " yes but trust me they won't mind slitting your throat on the way" he chuckled and came to a dead end. He helped me climb to the top o the wall then climbed up himself, "I hate you so much" I growled, "I know" he shrugged then suddenly grabbed my face smashing his lips to mine.
Why did I ever let him drag me into this?

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65. Based on a lie

"Liam stay still" I snap as he moves, hissing each time I press the cloth with alcohol on against his wound.

"Well I'm sorry it fucking hurts!" he hisses but soon smirks, his hand moves from holding his shirt up to my cheek and he taps it gently.

"You look so much like her" he mutters under his breath thinking I wouldn't hear.

"Who?" I question, he seams slightly startled by my question and curses loudly knowing I heard.

"Never mind" he mutters pissed. I roll my eyes and shake my head finishing off wrapping the bandage around his waste with the help of Louis. I'm not in the mood to even argue. I look up to Louis raising an eye brow and he simply shrugs but I know there more too it. Again, not in the mood to argue.

Earlier on when Damon- Brett was here, Harry had Louis take me into the lounge to help Liam. I wasn't aloud to be there. But he had said something to Da-Brett which had convinced him not to shoot us and actually leave. We now all sat in the lounge, Niall was to shaken up by his brother to even speak, Harry sat with Woody muttering words under there breaths to one another and Louis sat with me helping Liam. Overall, the atmosphere was tense. Incredibly tense.

Harry wouldn't speak to me either, he had remembered once when I told him about Damon being my ex-boyfriend and was trying to process the information. In fact, everyone seamed a little distant from me now knowing this information. The only person that even spoke to me was Liam.

How could I blame them. My ex boyfriend... my first love, was the guy that had torn them apart, ripped Harry and Liam's friendship apart and turned a brother against a brother. He's brutal and horrid and I just cant seam to except the fact the he would do that. But then again, at the same time, I'm not surprised. Damon practically controlled me, I was a pet to him. He would say sit and I sat. I'm sure he's capable of far more. Besides, I always knew he was involved in the wrong crowds, I just didn't know he was the bad guy. No... Brett is the bad guy. I need to learn to start calling him. It proves that Damon, was basically just part of my imagination. A perfect boy, a perfect relationship, a perfect love. But now... I'm just about starting to realise that not any of it was ever really perfect... It was all based on a lie.

I sigh and tuck the bandage into the side of another overlap of it and stand up.

"Done" I mutter under my breath. I'm about to walk over to Harry but as I turn, I realise he's gone.

"Where did he go" I ask no one in particular, Woody had vanished also.

"To get Woody home, he dosent have a car and Harry dose" Liam answers finally after a few minutes of silence. I simply nod and decide to take a seat next to Niall. The poor boy. He hadn't spoken a word. Well, I'm not surprised, his brother...BROTHER! Just tried to shoot him. Family issues are one thing, that's another.

"How you holding up" I ask softly placing a hand on his shoulder,

"well considering my brother just tried too fucking shoot me! Not so much" he remarks sarcastically...ouch. I simply nod and go to move from him but he quickly takes my hand stopping me.

"Hannah-I-I'm sorry" he sighs struggling with his words,

"I'm just..."

"pissed?" I answer for him. He lets out a soft laugh and nods.

"Yeah... pissed" he chuckles. I drop back into my previous seat next to him and for the next hour it's pretty much small talk and bitterness but soon enough I realise, in all of this chaos, someones missing.

"Where's Zayn" I question out of the blue, Niall shrugs but Louis sighs.

"One of his friends passed, he wanted to go to the funeral" Louis answers for us. I feel a whelm of sympathy and when I thought I couldn't feel any worse... I do.

A bad ending to a bad day... perfect!

 

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