- Still Harry's pov -

I pulled up to Chance's apartment building. Would he be here?

I don't know if he would of or not. I have a gut feeling that Chance didn't go home after his run into Syd. obviously he wanted sex, so maybe he went to find a party? I needed to find out if there were any parties going on tonight.

Louis was in my speed dial so I had him on the phone in no time.

The clock read 1:09. He'd be wasted by now. On the fourth ring Louis picked up. Finally, I thought he wouldn't answer.

" Ayyye Harry. Was up mate?" His words were sort of slurred but I could tell he wasn't shitfaced yet. Louis was a heavy weight.

" Erm- Louis. Do you happen to be at a party?" I asked. He was breathing heavily.

" Yeah Haz we're all over at Liam's,"

I nodded to myself." ok. Thanks I'll be right there."

With that I hung up. I haven't seen Liam in a while but many good memories happened at his house. Marilyn and I met at his house.

I didn't bother asking Louis if Chance had shown up because I was almost positive he was there cause there are no lights on in his apartment.

Liam also lived about two blocks from Chumps so it was probably convenient to get there for him.

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I pulled up to Liam's house and parked in his grass. Music blasting and Alcohol's rich scent off everyone's breathe could be smelled for miles.

This is isn't my sort of thing anymore which I guess is good? Paul and I had been working on less parties. It never worked until I met Sydney. I really don't care about getting black out drunk anymore.

Sydney.

Those things this little fuck face did to her. He would pay. I never quite beat him well enough after what he did.

All these thoughts made steam blow of out my ears and my fists clench as I slammed open the door. Heads turned my way but I didn't care I kept going.

" Hazza! Wasssupp maaaan haven't seen ya in furevor!"

I turned to see Zayn wasted before my eyes.

" Where the hell is Chance?" I asked him. Zayn waited a moment.

" I think I saw him in the kitchen just now." Zayn seemed normal when he answered.

I spun on my heels and stormed into the kitchen. I almost left but then, I saw him. He was standing over the sink looking out the window with a drink in his hand.

My brain and body were not at the same pace as I walked over to him.

" Chance." I said calmly acting like everything was ok.

Chance slowly turned his head and looked at me. He had a black eye. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. My Sydney Noble gave this man a black eyes.

" Hey Harry." He didn't find it as funny. He sipped his drink.

" How'd you get that black eye?" I ask leaning against the counter, waiting for the right moment.

" I ran into a door." He said. Wow.

" I always knew you were pretty fuckin' dumb."

I then decided it was time. My fist soared through the air and connected with his jaw. I heard a crack as his head snapped in the direction I hit him.

He put his hand up to his face trying to relocate his jaw.

" Fuck you, Styles." He snarled. He threw his hand but it was his left cause his right was still caressing his cheek. It wasn't very powerful so I was able to stop it with my hand.

" No, you wanna fuck Sydney right?" At the same time I punched him in the stomach. Hard . He made a noise and bent over, hugging himself.

I pushed him to the ground. He was weak now. I wanted to make his other eye black.

I hadn't realized I was on top of him beating the shit out of him until someone screamed,

" Harry Stop you're gonna kill him!"

My head snapped up.

Marilyn dropped her drink and began rushing over to pull me off of him.

" He deserved every fucking punch that hit his face." I said when I stumbled up. I was dizzy from all the quick movement.i regained my balance quickly though as I took in the sight of Chance laying there completely helpless.

" I know. I agree. But you can't kill him. Someone call 911!" She said.

since when is Marilyn at a party and not shitfaced?

" come on, you need to get out of here before the police show up," Marilyn pulled me towards the front door." Thank you." She said.

" Why?" I asked.

" I know you did that for Sydney."

" How?" I asked. She opened the door.

" Harry, I just know you too well. Now go. I'll keep you updated." She said. I nodded and thanked her, running to my car.

- Sydney's pov -

It was cold when I woke up in Harry's bed. Where was he? Maybe the bathroom?

the alarm clock glowed 2:03. I pulled the covers off and padded down the hall into the living room. He wasnt in the bathroom, kitchen, or livingroom. The whole loft was dark and dead.

As if cued, I heard someone put a key into the door.

The door swung open and Harry walked in. He froze when he saw me out of bed.

" Syndey I thought you were sleeping."

I crossed my arms in suspicion.

" Yeah I was. I just woke up. Where were you?"

" I went to get milk." He walked further in the kitchen.

" Where is it then? And why at 2:00 in the morning?" I asked. I knew he was lying. He didn't answer when he put his keys on the counter. His knuckles had blood all over them. I gasped.

"God Harry! Did you do what I think you did?" I asked. He smirked.

" If beating the fuck out of Chance is what you think I did then yes."

Notes

Hey guys. Hope you like the update haha I have good things instore for this story! Don't give up on me! Haha. Comment!

i also might come out with a new one soon so hopefully you guys would read it.

~Briii xx