THE DEATH OF ME

The music was loud and the place full of people. The tables were pushed to the sides to make room for the dancing.

It was only 23:00 and there are a bunch of people outside waiting to get in. I am amazed by the amount, never imagining this place was so known.

"How are you keeping up?" Demi asks and I give her a thumbs up as I pass her to one of my tables.

"Get the fuck up! This is my table!" A bloke was demanding of the two men sitting down.

"Think again dick," The darker of the two sneered back.

"Don't make me break your knack beerfuck!" The bloke standing warned.

"Oh yeah? Let's see then," The man got up to his feet.

"Oi- let's calm down for a moment," I push in between them, trying to break them apart. They both turn to me, brows raised and I take a step back.

"Please don't fight, not over my tables anyway-" I start.

"I don't give a flying fuck about your table- I want him out of here," The bloke screamed.

I can feel my blood heating, hating that this guy thinks he can yell at me this way.
"First you don't yell at me," I say through grated teeth. The bloke takes a step towards me.
"And second," I stand my ground promising myself not to flinch, "They sat here before you, so you can find a different seat," I order, standing up as straight as I can to make myself seem taller.

To my surprise the bloke gives in and walks away. I am quite proud of myself for taking care of that on my own, that is until I turn and find the real reason to the man backing down.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Harry and Ed, who both were stood behind me.
"Just making sure that shit didn't come any closer to you," Harry frowned.

"You are feisty," Ed winks at me.

"Well I reckon not feisty enough, since apparently I wasn't the reason of him walking away," I sigh.

"Yeah.. Harry threatening to kill him behind you might have been the real reason," Ed laughs.

"Come on Cass, you can't really be upset about that, it's not as if you could have stopped him, and come to think of it you shouldn't even have tried to! What happened to you promising to call me or letting someone else deal with things like that?" Harry scolds me.

"Not this again," I roll my eyes and start to walk away.

"Don't walk away when I am talking to you," Harry yanks my hand.

"Harry, calm down," Ed tells him, and Harry lets me go.

I am not up to dealing with Harry now, I was in the middle of work and not in the mood to deal with his outbursts of anger, especially today. I am feeling tired and moody a result of getting my period this morning and I'll be damned if I lose my cool because of Harry.

I try and avoid Harry and his pissy mood for the rest of my shift, though it is quite hard given the fact he is sat at one of my tables, watching my every move. At some point Eleanor joined his and Ed's table and so did Perrie and Zayn. I was glad they came since they pulled Harry into conversation which gave me a break from his heavy stare.

"So how is it working your first party?" Niall asks me.

"How did you know it is me?" I raise a brow, trying to figure this kid out.

"I am not all the way blind.. now that I know who you are, I will recognize you when I am close enough," He replies.

"Sorry, I must come off as such a bitch," I apologize.

"Don't sweat it, at least you're honest, not like some people I know.. I understand now what you're doing with Harry," He smiles. I lean back onto the bar, and study the table Harry and his friends are at.

"So you know Harry," I state. I remember Niall's name coming up last night, and remember Harry's defensive tone.

"Hell yeah, he was the one who got me this job,"

"So I guess we are both Harry's charity cases," The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself, and I glance wide eyed at Niall- "I'm SO sorry, I don't know what is wrong with me today."

Niall chuckles lightly, placing an arm around my shoulders.
"Definitely understand what you two are doing together, Harry and I go way back, almost as back as him and Ed go, I heard how you got this job, don't worry, Lou loves you," And with that he walks away to take care of one of his tables.

I wonder what made Niall go partly blind, and how is it he is so easy going and happy? Going on with life as if the blindness isn't a setback for him.

I am suddenly pulled and find myself wrapped in the arms of a stranger, moving us both to the sound of the beat.
"Let me go," I demand of him, but he holds on tight, and I can smell the beer on his breath.

"Come on baby, don't you want to dance?"

I try to push him off me, but before I have a chance to put in more effort he is pulled off me making me stumble and almost falling over.

"She asked you to stop!" Harry barked in his face.

"Oi mate! I didn't know she's your girl," The drunk bloke stuttered.

"What if she wasn't? Does that make it all right? Get the fuck out of here!" Harry pushes him and he stumbles back into the crowd behind him.

"Harry! What the hell man? What did I tell you about causing trouble in here?" Louis is standing next to us now, and more people are watching.

"Me? Causing trouble? That fucker forced Cassie to dance with him! If you would have kept your promise of keeping an eye on her I wouldn't have needed to intervene now would I?" Harry spits angrily.

"You didn't even give her a chance to deal with him on her own! I was watching from over there! You need to calm down or you are out of here!" Louis threatens Harry. I watch as the remaining colour in Harry's eyes turn to black, and I take a small step back, afraid of what he might do.

"Cassie, get your things we are leaving!" Harry hisses.

"No! I didn't finish my shift yet," I say quietly, though by the look Harry and Louis give me I know they both heard me.

I wait for Harry to scream at me, but he doesn't. Instead he turns and leaves the shack.

"Are you all right?" Louis asks concern on his face.

"I'm fine," I straighten up, not wanting to seem as weak as I feel.

"Very well then, let's get back to work," Louis turns and walks back to the bar.

I glance over to where Harry was sitting with his friends. Eleanor is still there with Zayn and Perrie, but Ed is gone. I catch his ginger head right before the front door shuts after him.
The rest of my shift passes by without Harry or Ed coming back. I make up my mind to walk home rather go back to Harry's.

When I step out at the end of my shift I don't bather looking around for him, I start pacing into town my ear buds in, while The Script are playing loudly in my ears.

When I look up I stop abruptly, so I don't smash head first into Harry's chest.

"How loud do you have that playing?" He pulls a face. I study him carefully, noting the anger that was in his eyes hours before is gone, annoyance taking its place.

"I thought you left," I look up at him.

"I did, but I came back for you," He folds his arms.

"Well, I'm going home," I decide.

"Wait- why? Because what had happen in there? You know very well you weren't able to push him off! It was a good thing I was there!" Harry raises his voice at me.

"No Harry, it's not because of what went on in the pub," I answer tiredly.

"Then why? You promised you will stay until your Nan comes back!" He accuses me.

"I know all right," I sigh.

"SO why? Are you over us already?" He demands to know.

"What? No!" I am shocked he even thought such a thing.

"So tell me why!" He shouts.

"Because! My head hurts and my tummy hurts and you have a friend over you haven't seen for months and I'm bitchy since I got my period and I feel like taking a long bath in my home!" I lash out.

Harry shuts his open mouth, but I can tell he is stunned.

"Ok, come.. I'll take you home," He finally says in a quiet voice.

The drive is quiet, and once we get to Nan's house, Harry follows me to the door silently.
I open the door and step in, walking straight to the kitchen and putting my bag down while leaning against the counter.

"Are you all right? Can I get you anything?" Harry questions, concern in his voice and on his face.

"No, I'm good, thank you," I mumble.

"No really, let me make you tea or something, why don't you sit down?" He offers.

"Harry it's ok, just give me a minute," I close my eyes.

"Are you sure?" He pushes.

"It's only my period gosh! Haven't you ever been around a girl on that time of the month before?" I ask, too aggravated to be embarrassed.

"No.. Well not that I know of.." He shrugs, standing in front of me.

"Really?" I'm surprised.

"You're the first girl that ever let me know she's on her period," He confesses, taking a step closer and placing his palms on my belly.

His touch is warm and soothing.

"Does your tummy hurt then?" He inquires and I nod.
"Do my hands make you feel slightly better?"

I nod again.

"Why don't you sit down and I'll make you some tea and a hot water bottle?" He offers again. This time I agree and go wait for him in the lounge.

I never would have thought I'd come across about something Harry didn't know of, or know how to deal with, but I did. Harry doesn't know how to deal with unwell people- not that having your period is being sick, but he is helpless, not sure of what to do, his brows coming together- not in a frown, but in wonder and concentration, and I can't help but falling for him a little more, the way he immediately wanted to help make everything better. I remember Niall's words about Harry helping him get the job. Harry is a fixer. He fixes problems, he fixes people.
People are wrong about him he isn't trouble. Maybe he was once upon a time, but not anymore, how could he?

His angry face from the Shack hunts me for a flick of time, but I shake it away. No. Harry is a good man, a caring boyfriend, and I am lucky to have him.

Maybe my fears are nothing, maybe this will work out, and we will always be together, maybe he is my happy ending.

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