You Have Me

"Har-" I don't feel well. But I think it has more to do with the way Harry's face is.

"You're dead," Harry says. His voice sends shivers down my spine and my throat constricts. It's frighting and I've never heard Harry's voice sound this way before. His eyes are dead set on Lucas and his fist are in tight fist shaking as they turn red. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" He screams. He lunges for Lucas, giving me just enough time to move with a low pressure in my stomach.

It all happens so fast, that I don't even have time to scream. Although I don't think I'd scream either way.
Harry's straddling Lucas on the ground, pounding mercilessly on his face. One jab. Two, three, four.

Harry's mumbling curse words and Lucas is trying to protect what's left of his face as best as he can. But it's not doing much. When Harry looks like he's loosing his breath, he huffs and then continues his attack.

Louis just as shocked as I am. He's looking wide eyed at the scene playing out in front of us.

"She's mine! You want a fucking a kiss, why don't you kiss my fucking fist!"

Lucas doesn't respond. I mean, how is he supposed to? His face is a bloody mess and his lip is probably busted in half by now.

"We should stop him right?" Louis whispers. I nod my head frantically, because my mind doesn't remember what words are. Louis shuffles forward and I really hope Harry doesn't accidentally punch Louis.

That would be a travesty.

"Harry! Harry stop hitting him!" Louis is trying desperately to pry Harry off of Lucas, before he commits murder. And if Harry were to commit murder then, well my baby is probably going to be youngest human to ever be on the run.

"Harry please," I murmur quietly. His head snaps up and our eyes connect. His fist stopping mid swing. "Please."

"Please?...he was all over you! He was kissing you!" When Lucas struggles underneath him, he turns back around and slams his fist against his jaw. "You're mine!" He faces me again and his face is murderus. "You're mine and he wants to take you from me!" He jabs his fist against the side of his face, finally knocking Lucas out. Harry stands and kicks Lucas' side over and over.

It looks so painful. Lucas looks like he's dead. And I'm questioning if he is or not.

"Harry that's enough!" I walk towards him and grip his wrist. "What is wrong with you-besides the obvious!"

"Was this a way to get back at me?! Why did you let him kiss you?!"

"To get back at yo- Harry, what happened has nothing to do with what you did!" Revenge has never been an option for me. That thought never came to mind. Although right now I'm a little preoccupied with the possible crime that has just occurred and the slight sting on my sides. "He was just an idiot from my past who did something incredibly stupid! And because of that now he's dead!"

"What was he doing here?!"

"To apologi-fuck!" Oh fuck, this hurts. There's a cramping in my lower back and sides. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Baby what's wrong?! Beth!?" Harry's by my side in a flash. His hand rubbing circles on my back, that do nothing with comforting me in any way. Louis is at my other side, and it's really nice of them but there is currently an unconscious asshole on the ground and I think I'm dying. "Baby breathe."

"You fucking breathe!" Some things wrong. My little person is in pain and I'm fucking dying. I don't-oh god I just want to cry. "Harry something's wrong," I whimper. Harry nods and Louis scrambles to get a car here. "Harry."

"I'm here, it's okay baby. You're going to be okay."

Expect it's not just me. I don't want to be okay, if my baby isn't.

"Okay, let's get you down there-"

"What about Lucas?" Louis asks looking down. Poor Lucas looks like a rag doll.

"Just drag him out of the room and leave him in the hall." Harry shrugs. "Twitt better wake up and leave before we get back." He mumbles. I should probably yell and remind him that he practically already killed him.

But I can't. My sides are cramping and I just really want to cry.

"Harry." I whimper. Harry lifts me up in his arms and holds me close to his chest.

"It's okay baby. Everything's going to be okay."

Somehow I highly doubt everything's going to be okay. Everything is never okay.

Notes

The end is near /).(\