Secrets

Harry Styles

Josh and I had our backs against a wall watching John and Pete move about the men and collect the different crates and what not.

There was another car and Paul was ordering everyone around, they had a double up of weapons, but less men.

"Alright boys we strike when everything's in!" I told the boys who stumped out their fags and got ready.

We had the various weapon or two as a back up I case things went bad.

The cars are loaded and that's when I give the signal to strike. We come out of the shadows in a big group.

"Well, well look what we have here." Paul laughed evilly, taking us all in and flicking his fag away.

The marks around his throat have definitely settled down, but it only makes me want to leave even more or a dent this time.

"What're you boys doing here? Styles!" My fists clench as Johns voice speaks up from beside Paul. That same smirk, but his eyes aren't focused.

They drift from my face to his left. "Fuck you John. We just came for the supplies that's all." I tell them simply and nod my head, Louis and Niall along with some others surround the cars.

Paul and John share a knowing look and put their hands up in defeat.

"You got us." They chuckle darkly, "but don't you think this is a little too easy?"

Liam beside me shifts, giving me a knowing look. My attention diverts back to the two in front of me, "nope we are all good." I say happily and walk in the other direction.

Paul Milton has a breaking point and the breaking point is when people don't listen to him, one shout or gunshot from him will send my men Into action.

"Come back here, Styles I'm not finished." I continue to walk and the bang I was hopping for goes off, but not in the way I wanted it too.

Josh lies on the ground, grasping his knee as blood pours out. I signal for Liam and Jerry to grab him and give Paul a sick smirk.

That's when hell breaks loose.

Jerry and Liam grab josh and haul him into the car, so he is safe. They leave the door open and collect a few other members that are taking out the Devils.

We collect the crates and continue to shoot. I see who I'm looking for lying on the ground unconscious. Grabbing his limp body, the boys nod and drive off.

Everything is a commotion with the Devils as they try and get their act together.

Running in the opposite direction, I walk up a hill when I'm at a safe distance and see a figure against a tree.

Their cries for help strike my attention, but I couldn't care. Until I see the brown locks, her face doesn't look scared almost pained.

Either that or she's a good actor.

"Riley?" I question the surprise and fear evident in my voice.

"Harry?" Oh god it is her.

I run up to her and check her body, she seems fine, no scratches or bruises. Only the rope marks on her.

"How'd you get here?" I asked while I cut the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles together.

My self control kicked in when I came to her long legs, gulping I cut the ropes and helped her up.

She immediately embraced me and I hugged her back. "I don't know, I was walking when some guys took me. They said I was your friend and used me as bait. Harry what's going on? Who were they?"

I felt so guilty for dragging her into this.

I held her close and cupped my hands around her face, "Riley I need you to listen to me," she nodded small tears starting to run down her face, "I'm so sorry, but I'm not the person you thought I was. I need you to come with me-"

"Harry I want to go home." She cut me of with a whimper. I nodded and hugged her again, my arms scooped her up bridal style and walked to my car.

When we drove to her place, she sighed in relief and walked into the kitchen and walking back out with a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

"Explain please." She whispered setting down the ice cream and plonking on the couch.