Unstable (Sequel to Twisted)

Chapter 3

"This bitch is out of control." Zayn complained sharply, sending a glare Perrie's way. He motioned her way and said, "Can we just get rid of her?"

"I don't know who the hell you think you are." Perrie snarled back, arms crossed over her chest. "You're no longer a big gang leader, bastard. You have no power over us."

She was wrong, I thought as Harry sat on the couch, his eyes staring at me, silently commanding me to sit down.

They do have power over us. Harry made that perfectly clear.

I sank down slowly on his lap, gritting my teeth when pain escalated through my ass. However, Harry's hands immediately wound around my waist, and I felt him tug me more into him so that I leaned back against him. I made eye contact with Fran, who looked actually furious now when she saw my flushed cheeks and slightly red eyes.

"What do you want from us?" Fran asked quietly, her eyes flickering over at the rest of the boys.

"We want both of you to shut your fucking mouths." Zayn snapped, a vein bulging in his neck a bit as he directed a dark glower at Perrie, who returned his stare with a raised eyebrow. "How the fuck did Vladimir put up with you?"

"Everyone needs to shut the fuck up." Harry spoke suddenly, his voice even and steady, though demanding. I stiffened visibly in his seat when I felt him shift under me, sitting up a little in the couch. "And if you two girls speak out of turn again, none of my boys will hesitate to put you back into your place. Got it?"

"Fuck you." Perrie spat with narrowed eyes. "You guys can't just barge into our apartment like this."

"That's it." Zayn stormed over to Perrie and the girl's confidence visibly faltered as his full height towered easily over hers. My throat tightened when he reached out, grabbed her neck, and had her pinned forcibly back into the wall rather loudly. "Not so mouthy now, are you?" His voice was a low hiss, and I heard Liam and Niall mumble something to one another.

I glanced back at Fran, who was already trying to push Zayn off of Perrie. The words caught in my throat, especially when I felt Harry lean forward, his lips brushing against my ear and whispering dangerously, "If you open your fucking mouth again, I'll bend you over my lap right here-in front of everyone." His hands squeezed my hips warningly, and I felt my eyes tear up when I saw Zayn continue to shout at Perrie, and I could hear her grunts of pain from his hold on her neck. Niall had stepped forward to hold Fran back; he had a firm grip on her hair, but he wasn't violent on her like Zayn was to Perrie.

I wanted to get off of Harry's lap and help Perrie.

I knew she'd do the same for me.

But I was more afraid of Harry, and what he would do to me.

I glanced to see Louis sitting across from us, and my eyes widened when I saw Eleanor seated on his lap. Her hair looked messier than usual, and her face actually looked less perfect. She wasn't watching the scene; her eyes were casted downwards, her long tresses covering half of her face. Either she didn't want to watch, or she really noticed something interesting on the ground. I stared at her for a few moments, trying to get her attention, but she just wouldn't look up. She wasn't smiling like she used to. She looked...like there was something wrong.

Tears were streaming down my face all over again when I saw that Zayn was now choking Perrie. Fran was screaming, begging him to stop, and I felt like the world had completely stopped spinning.

And I snapped.

I pounced off of Harry's lap and threw myself on Zayn's back, my arms winding around his neck and pulling hard. He let out a grunt at what I did, and I felt him release Perrie as he tried to fling me off. I made no noise as I was now literally on his back, my arms around his neck tightly, squeezing as hard as I could. I saw Perrie now on the floor, coughing violently, her own set of tears running down her cheeks.