My Saviour, Harry Styles

Picking Up The Pieces

CHAPTER 21

Niall's POV

(After the party)

The party had been great fun. Everyone was laughing and having a wonderful time.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of Brianna. Seeing her so delighted made my heart flutter.

But everyone, and I mean everyone, drank a little too much.

Except for me, and Jen.

After everyone left, Brianna offered to let Harry and Jen stay with us for the night because Harry was sooo hammered.

After they quickly declined, I got very suspicious.

I watched as they walked out to Harry's old, beaten car.

Jen shoved Harry into the passengers seat before crawling over to the drivers side.

I hadn't seen Jen drive before. I guess it was because she was always with Harry and Harry wanted to be a gentleman.

I came to the conclusion that Jen was a very cautious driver, as I watched her slowly inch away from Bri's flat.

I shook off the weird feeling in my stomach and went to find Brianna.

She was fast asleep on the couch.

I smiled down at her. She looked so adorable.

Her hair was wildly spread across the couch and hung off onto the floor, while quiet snores escaped her lips.

I found a blanket in the spare bedroom and put it on top of the sleeping beauty in front of me.

I then settled into the chair opposite the couch.

I was almost asleep when my mind jolted.

Jen was driving so slow because she doesn't have her drivers license!

What if they got in an accident?

I knew right then that I had to go make sure they made it home ok.

I raced to my truck before hopping in and starting it up.

I quickly drove the five minutes to find Harry's car in the driveway.

I let out a deep breath. At least they were home.

I put my truck into reverse to go back home but suddenly, something stopped me.

A scream.

It wasn't a 'I'm having a great time,' happy scream, it was a cry for help.

And I immediately knew who that voice belonged to.

I couldn't help myself but whisper it out loud.

"Jen."

I raced inside with no hesitation, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I knew how Harry could be when he was drunk, and it was not good.

I ripped open the door and quickly scanned the living room.

Nobody.

I frantically searched the kitchen and still nothing.

Then I heard another scream.

"Help! Help me please! Anyone!" A yell came from Jen's room.

I raced towards the scream.

When I flung open the door I saw Harry on top of Jen.