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?


64. There the same person

Hannahs POV

"I'm telling you girl, he likes you" Louisa grins leaning against the table as she stares at the guy sitting only a few tables away.

"He's been starring at you since we got here and he's hot" she smirks, I blush a little but shake my head.

"He's too good looking for me" I murmur quietly secretly wanting to believe her words but at the same time knowing its ridiculous, "plus he looks older and older is a no zone for my mother" I roll my eyes convincing myself more than anyone that this is not a good idea.

"Please any guy unless its Matt is a no zone for you mum" she laughs taking another sip of her coffee as she stares at the gorgeous human being that seams to be burning holes into the back of my head. My bodies incredibly tense and its beginning to frustrate me that I cant get a better look at him. For Louisa, its easy, she's sitting at the opposite side of the table and can look right at him but for me, if I was to look at him I would have to completely turn around and it would be completely obvious I wanted to look at him.

"Is he still starring" I mutter in a hushed tone, praying he was far away enough that he couldn't here our conversation. Louisa lets out an excited giggle starring straight past me and nods with enthusiasm.

"I think I might give the guy a hand with this" she grins winking before sliding out of her chair.

"What?" I ask confused watching as she walks past me,

"bathroom break" she grins. I'm suddenly aware of her plan and shake my head,

"No Louisa wait don't..." but she's already on her way. I sigh heavily starring down at the patterns of froff is my coffee and move the cup around a bit causing it to swirl around. I'm distracted suddenly hearing Louisa's chair slide back and the presence of another. My head shoots up and sure enough its the guy who was previously starring at me.

"Hey" he smiles with teeth of perfection. I cant answer at first. I'm too stunned by finally meeting his piercing blues eyes for the first time up close. His hair is a chaotic brown mess that hangs in a completely stylish way and his jaw line just completes the perfection of his smile and the leather that wraps around his muscles screams 'bad boy'. He is beyond gorgeous and like the effect of a drug, I feel as if I'm already addicted to him.


Too bad I hadn't taken notice of that 'bad boy' warning sigh a little earlier...

"Damon" I breath.

Ever get those moments where something bad turns into something worse which ends up in a horrific event... and then something that's even worse than everything else tops it off.

"Hello hannah" he smiles in a wicked way, there's not another word between us before I'm ripped back behind Harry.

"What the fuck do you want Brett!" he shouts angrily. But soon as if we both realise our own words, I look to Harry and his head turns catching my eyes.

"Damon?" He questions, I don't answer but only reply with a question myself.


There's a moment of silence whilst we both try to wrap our heads around the situation completely confused. But suddenly a rush of pure anger takes over Harry.

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW HER" she shouts towards Damon who simply raises the corners of his mouth up into a sly smile.

"BRETT FUCKING ANSWER ME!" he shouts, louder this time. This time I'm aware of the fact, hes shouting Brett's name towards Damon.

"Harry that's not Brett" I gush shoving past his arm to stand forward meeting the piercing blue eyes again.

"What are you talking about, that's fucking Brett" Harry snaps once again ripping me back into his arms.

"Would you two like to continue this debate or would it be easier if I explained it" I stop breathing by his voice. He's hypnotising. But his voice is also the reason Harry is suddenly at his throat.

"Harry!" I cry pulling at his shoulders, his hands wrapped tightly around Damon's neck as he chokes him pure anger flushed across his face.

"HARRY STOP" I scream feeling tears threaten my eyes. I'm not quite sure weather its the fact I don't want him to hurt Damon or maybe its the fact, Brett suddenly holds a gun to Harry's temple, either way, I'm pleading him to stop.

"Come on Styles... dose this really have to... end in... blood" Damon struggles between gasps of air. Feeling the barrel of the gun against his head, Harry lets out a loud grunt before shoving Brett back. My immediate instinct is to run to Damon, check if hes ok. But I guess that's what my instinct's used to be, now I run to Harry wrapping my arms around his torso and bury my head into the crook of his neck sobbing slightly. Seeing him held so close to death terrified me. All that needed to happen in that moment was for Greg to pull the trigger and Harry would be dead. I shudder at the thought.

I hear multiple coughs before Damon finally speaks,

"To make sense of things" he says grasping his throat still not being able to catch his breath properly, I look away not being able to bare the sight of him, suddenly having both him and Harry in the same room. My heart points straight to Harry and I realise how much of an idiot I am.

He looks to me with a smile and nods,

"My name is Damon..." he trails off,

"But that's more of a nick name and I'm certain you can guess my real name" he smirks cockily.

"Brett" I whisper and everything that's bad... turns worse. There the same person. My first love and my new loves enemy.












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