“So you’re saying Desiree was just carried off by some boy and you didn’t even do anything about it?” The sound of Desiree’s distressed mother pierced my ears. What could I really say to her? The guy was about twice my size horizontally and vertically. How could she expect me to try to beat the guy up? I was a bit of a punk and had been all my life. If I got into fights, I’d more likely run away from them and never speak of it again than to go through with it. Black eyes and things of the sort just didn’t seem pleasant to me.

“But I am doing something. I’m telling you what happened. There were just so many people there and he was so big! Like two of me and a little bit more. You’ve got to give me some kind of mercy here,” My lip jutted out as I looked at her mother. They looked alike, but her mother was older, of course. She had deeper set wrinkles in her forehead and she looked a lot more tired. I couldn’t just not tell her that her daughter had been taken away from some large man beast guy though. What would she think of me then?

On top of that I was worried about Desiree. She was my best friend after all and I loved her. Not in that oh I wanna be your boyfriend kind of love or at least I didn’t think it was or anything, but I didn’t see her really as a sister either. She was beautiful in the kind of way that a model could not achieve. She was just so natural and different. There was no need to cake make up on her features and I’d seen her when she said she looked her worst. It was those moments that I thought she had looked best.

“I’m sorry, Niall. I’m just really worried. She has to show up by tonight. She has school tomorrow. Gosh, I don’t see why she just didn’t call or something by now. She would be awake around this time.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes and it reminds me of all the times I had seen Desiree cry. It really broke my heart, so I wrapped my arms around her and rubbed her back in a soothing manner for a while until there was the sound of the doorbell ringing.

“I’ll get it,” I informed her before I let her go and rushed out of the kitchen and to the front door. A smile was placed on my features, because I thought it was going to be Desiree, but instead, I’m greeted by the person I hate the most in this world, Harry Styles. Not only that, but he had flowers and had his hair slicked back like he’s really something. I nearly laughed when his expression dropped at the sight of me instead of, I guessed, Desiree. It was strange though, because he had never talked to her like ever and suddenly he was showing up at her door with flowers like a god damned prince charming? What the hell happened last night?

“Is Desiree home?” Harry asked as he tried to look over my shoulder but I closed the door so that it was merely a sliver. He gave me this scowl that involved him squinting those really creepy eyes of his and his lips pressing tightly together. I wasn’t scared of him though. He couldn’t possibly do anything to me. It didn’t matter that he was a wee bit taller than me and a lot more muscular. No one had ever seen him attack anyone even though people always started rumors about him beating up guys for whatever reason. I was not impressed.

“No. She’s not. She’s missing actually. Some big buff guy carried her off at the club last night and I couldn’t follow,” His face dropped again when I told him this and the flowers dropped out of his hand. He didn’t seem to care though as he marched back to his car really quickly. He had to know something so I followed after him. How could I not? If he had anything to do with what happened to Desiree, if it was even knowing who had taken her, I was going to call him out on it. I would love to see him in handcuffs and a jumper suit.

“I’ll be back soon!” I shouted to Desiree’s mom before shutting the door and jogging over to Harry’s car just as he was about to pull out of the driveway. He gave me that scowl again and I just grinned right back at him, because it was seriously really fun to piss him off. He rolled his window down and leaned over since I was on the passenger side of the car. His eyes lit up dangerously, but I ignored it. He was not going to find Desiree before me so if that meant working with him then I would do it, but only for her.

“What the hell do you want?” It’s a hiss over the rumble of his car and I roll my eyes and point to the car lock. The door was locked so I couldn’t get in, but I was holding onto the door handle so it’d likely be a bit painful if he pulled out of the driveway with me holding on. He continues to scowl at me for a second before he seemingly gives in and unlocks the door. I climbed in and buckled my seatbelt before looking over at Harry. His grip on the steering wheel looked tight, as if he might break it.

“You know where she is,” I told him not asked him. His jaw clenched which made it prove to me that he did know. “So where are we heading?” His head snaps to look at me but it looks like he held back his tongue. Good boy. I was training the little shit head to keep his mouth shut without throwing any punches. Maybe I’d enjoy this more than I was expecting.

“Yes. I do know where she is.” Harry stated before checking his view in the rearview mirror and seemingly prepared himself to back up out of the driveway. “I hope you’re not as much of a bitch as everyone says because we’re going to be fighting,” His lip quirks up a bit then as he back out of the driveway and my heart almost stops inside of my chest. Oh shit. What have I gotten myself into?