Vigilante | H.S.

24 | Nausea

Apparently Jade and Liam had left half an hour ago, she finally texted me back and apologised a hundred times for ditching me, to which I told her it was fine, because I wanted to go home anyway, I told her my head was hurting.

My head was actually hurting, but that's not why I wanted to leave; I wanted to escape the awkward situation I was in.

I was currently sitting at a table with Zayn and Louis. I didn't even know Louis was here, he just kind of showed up, he explained that he had found a random group of people and ended up staying with them the whole night, he also let it slip that he had bought some lsd for them, and he was planning on taking it later tonight and staying up for the trip.

I didn't even care if he was taking drugs, it was none of my business, but he still apologised, thinking I was completely innocent to the world of drugs. But, working at a place like this, I saw hundreds of people do all kinds of drugs constantly, I was used to it.

Louis and Zayn had a quiet conversation between themselves on one side of the table, while I sat on the other side silently picking at my nails. I didn't even know why I was sitting with them, but they had asked me to join them and I didn't want to say no. Zayn helped me clean the blood off my face that had been left by Harry's hands when he held my hair back.

I felt a presence standing next to me, I turned my head to see Harry standing next to me, I didn't look at his face, I stared at his hands. They were clean of all the blood, his rings were back to their normal colours, but there were still dark bruises and splits covering his knuckles.

"Sorry about that" He said like had just excused himself to take a quick phone call, not beat the life out of someone. He plopped himself down on the seat next to me, and I unintentionally shuffled away from him slightly.

"Is he like...okay?" I asked, not even sure if I wanted to know the answer, I didn't even know why I asked, I just had to break the awkward silence between us all.

"Um..." Harry hesitated, looking at Louis and Zayn instead of me, they both looked like they wanted to know too.

"I think she means, is he dead?" Louis asked too casually.

"He's not dead" Harry answered quickly.

I felt a slight relief knowing that Harry hadn't beaten him to death.

"He looked pretty dead," Louis said.

"He's not dead" Harry repeated, already sounding agitated but Louis.

Louis looked him straight in the eyes, raising his eyebrows in question "You sure?"

Harry picked up the glass from in front of Louis, his hands were so large that they practically wrapped around the entire glass. He lifted it up to his mouth, taking a sip of the dark liquid that I assumed to be whisky, looking at Louis from over the rim of the glass.

"He's not dead" he said again, before finishing the rest of the drink and putting the empty glass back in front of Louis.

"Okay, whatever you say big boy" Louis smirked, enjoying the fact that Harry looked annoyed at him.

Harry's eyes twitched with anger "Can you fucking stop it, for once, seriously Lou, it's fucking annoying" he snapped, making me flinch from his sudden outburst.

Louis looked slightly taken aback, he held his hands up in surrender "I'm only joking" he laughed at Harry, only making him angrier.

I could feel the anger radiating off Harry, I don't know if he was genuinely that pissed off at Louis, or still feeling a slight rush of anger and adrenaline from earlier.