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?


63. By morning

Hannah's POV

I sit up, the sheets wrapping around me whilst I wait. I'd been waiting 6 hours, he still wasn't home.

Tears stain my red and puffy cheeks and I'm scared to death of what he'll do... What he's done most likely.

I hear the front door and my hopes immediately raise but it's only Charlie.

"Nope he's gone princess, may as well get some sleep, Harry's way of letting loose normally involves a bit of getting wasted and fucking and considering he's not hear, I'm thinking you won't be the one to get a good fuck" he smirks winking and walks to the closet and making his way down stairs.

I suddenly feel a pain my chest at the thought. Surely he wouldn't go with anyone else.... He.... Loves me...

But then again, I could say the same for myself......

I end up falling asleep eventually but I do so with a horrid pain lingering in my chest. And I'm scared to death of what will happen after I wake up. I wish I wouldn't need to wake up.....ever.


By morning, I'm relieved to find Harry asleep in the same bed as me. He's on the other side of the bed, far, far away from me. But at least he's here.

I sigh climbing over to him. He was laying on his stomach, one arm and leg hanging off the bed. His clothes were still on him looking no different too how they did before he left which makes me sigh in relief.

But looking over him a little more I see his knuckles are all cut up and bruised... He's been punching walls. He dose that when he's angry.

I gasp suddenly as he moves but soon realise he's still sleeping, he rolls over so he now lays on his back and I sigh. Knowing he won't be happy when he wakes up, I gently lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.

A signal tear bleeds from my eye. I love him so much. What I was thinking, only God knows...

Soon enough I had fallen asleep, the only thing that woke me was when I felt a hand softly and repeatedly run through my hair.

My eyes open up and for a moment we don't speak, my head continues to lay on his chests his hand continued to run through my hair.

And when his hand finally stops I know it's time to talk. I sigh pushing myself up so that my eyes finally meet his.

It's silent for a further minute or so until I finally speak.

"Harry I-" I'm soon cut of completely surprised to feel his lips press against mine. I'm stunned and confused but still of course kiss him back. My hands find his hair whilst his run up and down my back.

Finally we pull away and I'm left slightly gasping for breath. His emerald eyes stare into my brown ones until he finally places a hand on my cheek and speaks.

"I'm not mad" he mutters pressing another kiss to my forehead. Shocked that, that's the first thing he said, I narrow my eyes.

"I was" he says softly. "But I'm not anymore" he mumbles and places another gentle kiss on my lips. And that's it, I burst into tears.

"Harry Im sorry, I love you" I cry as my hands fist his t shirt, he hushes me humming a soft tune and repeatedly kisses my head.

"You should be angry" I mutter still sobbing hopelessly, he shakes his head mumbling a no.

"I've hurt you before" he mutters, "and you forgave me way to easily, its only fair I do the same" he mumbles and that's the end to that. For the rest of the day, its just us, Harry kicks Charlie out for the day and we're left alone to share and show all of our affection and love for each other and it couldn't be any better but of course that doesn't last long...

*The next day*





I gasp shooting up taking the sheets with me as I look around, the banging continues to echo through the house and so dose the screaming. Who the hell is that? Immediately I shake a sleeping Harry next to me awakening him.

"What" he mumbles but he must of heard the screaming too because his eyes open fully and he sits up like me, narrowing his eyes.

"What is the-" he cut short by a burst of screams and shouts and immediately climes out of bed putting some clothes on.

"Angel get dressed and go down stairs" he orders referring to where Charlie is staying as being down stairs.

"Har-" "Hannah" he growls as a warning, I swallow the lump in my throat before nodding throwing the covers back and quickly pulling on his shirt as he hurriedly leaves for the door. There's no point arguing. I'm literally just about pulling on a pair of his sweats before I hear the door open and the screams get louder and a whole chaotic scene takes place. I hear the familiar accent of Nialls voice and a few of the other boys and a few I don't recognise but one that stands out... Liam.

The shouts are getting louder and louder and my curiosity gets the better of me. I creep out of Harry's room and peep into the hall to see Niall and Louis, Woody and Liam. But what catches my attention is the crimson colour that stains Liam's shirt and the pale colour of his ghostly skin.

"Liam" I gasp stepping out suddenly, his blue eyes drift up to mine and a crooked smile forms his lips.

"Hannah" Harry snaps angrily and in a matter of seconds he stands besides me hurrying me into his room.

"What happened" I ask still in shock, "he's bleeding" I panic trying to push past him. He grunts practically shoving me back inside.

"Don't even fucking start with him" he growls, guilt kicks in but right now I'm a little more concerned on what happened.

"Harry what the hell happened" I shout peering over his shoulder to see Louis storming his way over to us,

"Look mate sort your fucking issues out later, Brett and Greg are out there firing away like idiots, they found out about Woody talking so he's in deep shit, Nialls not doing so well considering his brother just tried to fucking shoot him, I'm a little pissed and LIAM TOOK A FUCKING BULLET, CAN WE FUCKING TALK LATER AND ACT NOW" He shouts, I think that's the first time I've ever heard Louis shout. Besides that, LIAM GOT SHOT!

"What" I shriek and before Harry can stop me, I slide past him making my way hurriedly too Liam. Before he can say a word, I lift his shirt up examining the wound.

"If you what to look at my abs all you have to do is ask" he winks but I can hear the pain in his voice. There's a hell load of blood. Just above his stomach to the right a little, more on his ribs is a large bullet hole

"Get the fuck away from him" I hear Harry shout and rip my arm back causing me to stumble backwards a few steps. He must have followed me to Liam.

"Harry he's bleeding and I'm the only one that knows how to treat a fucking wound, grow up" I snap. It's true though, each and every time the boys get into something and get bruised and cut up, I'm always the one that knows how to clean them up.

"He's not staying" Harry growls which causes me to roll my eyes, I look up to Woody who helps support Liam to stand and order him to take Liam to the lounge.

"Don't you fucking dare" Harry shouts, I'm just about I argue back but suddenly everything stops. The door opens and there he stands with his messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Damon" I breath forgetting about Liam and Harry and everyone else all together.


You have every right to hate me, haven't updated in ages, bad author I know! You may leave the rest of the hate in the comments. :/

That is all!!


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