Crazy

I let out a nervous sigh as Harry walks me up to the door, his arm on the small of my back. His car sat in the driveway so he was obviously home, waiting for me. He was most likely already pissed drunk, like always. I couldn’t help but feel nervous as hell because of what happened earlier, when Harry kissed me. I knew for a fact if Chris ever found out, I would definitely get it. It wouldn’t be pretty, that’s for sure.

I pull out my house key I had on a sparkly ‘S’ charm so I could unlock the door. Just as I was about to slip it in the lock, the door swings open in a swift motion. Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me… I think to myself as I see the person standing there, who I’ve been dreading to see; Chris. As he stood there, his eyes hazed over, he was pissed drunk like I expected.

“What the fuck is he doing here?!” he asks in a serious tone, anger in his voice as he looks at Harry who stood at my side.

His eyes were bloodshot just like I suspected they would be. as he slurred his words, I could smell strong stench of alcohol or whatever the hell he had been drinking on his breath. I turned to tell Harry to get going but I am grabbed forcefully by the arm from him. He drags me inside through the slightly open doorway and pushes me against the nearest wall. His grip tightens on my arm even more.

Just as Chris was about to close the door, Harry’s foot stops the door from closing. I begin to struggle to try and free myself from his grip. He only tightens his grip even more on my arm so close to cutting off the circulation to my blood stream.

“Get your filthy hands off her, Mour-ies! I know what you’ve done to her!” he snaps at my boyfriend in a harsh tone and lunges forward. I am soon free from his grip and pushed away from him when Harry pushes him forcefully against the wall he was just pinning me against seconds ago ready to throw a punch when he interjects.

“You don’t even know what I do to her, Styles; you don’t know the half o–” he slams him right in the jaw. I turn and head over to where I spotted Kendall along with Payton. They both rush over to me and look at me with worried expressions on each of their faces.

“What the hell’s going on?” Kendall asks and puts her hand on my shoulder in a friendly way to ask if I was alright.

I nod my head and turn to see Harry punching Chris, from the looks of it really hard. He hit him right in the nose. My eyes widen at the sight, I could see blood gushing from my boyfriend’s nose that was now all over Harry’s knuckles. I casually pull myself away from my two mates and begin to hurry forward so I could try and break them up. They needed to end this, why the hell did it even start in the first place? Oh, I wonder why and who – oh yeah, me, that’s who.

“Stop it you guys, please!” I yell as I run forward, panic in my eyes. I try to get in between the two of them and break this fight up, only just to be pushed back forcefully by Chris who was glaring at me.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Sidney, it doesn’t concern you,” he snaps at me and pushes me when I try to intervene once more. I couldn’t help but feel my eyes tear up as he spit that out at me. Why the hell am I still with him?

Once I was out of the way, Harry brings his knee up to his groin in a fast motion, sending Chris to the floor doubling over in pain. After a few minutes, he launches forward and punches Harry in the jaw once only to be hit numerous times. I could have sworn he hit him near the eye as well. Ouch, what an ass Chris is for picking a fight now. It wasn’t going to end well. Once I had the chance, later, tomorrow I’m sure, I was going to chew him out for it.

“Yes it does concern me, I’m the reason you two are having it out,” I snap, my voice cracking a bit as I spoke. My eyes never left the out of control scuffle in front of me as I made my way back over to where my friends stood in the doorway of the living room.

“The hell is going on in here?!” a girl’s voice calls out throughout the room, I recognized as Claire, when I looked over to see her. Beside her stood Harry’s friend, Braden I think, whom I met a night or two ago. I couldn’t quite remember when it was exactly, but it was beside the point, especially since I have plenty of other things on my mind.

Harry doesn’t stop punching him. He soon gets cut off by Chris throwing endless punches back. For the next few minutes, things sure intensified. All you could hear was the sound of fists connecting with a jaw and I couldn’t help but cringe at the sound. It was really nasty. Let’s just hope all this shit ends soon. I just want it to be over.

“You’re dead to me, Mour-ies,” Harry growls and launches forward once more to attack him left and right with punches that broke skin repeatedly. It looked like Harry’s eye was bruised badly from my stupid bastard of a boyfriend punching him there hard. I could even see that both of them had busted lips.

“You should be ashamed for what you do to her!”

The two continued to duke it out, throwing punches at each other left and right.

Next thing I know, Harry was the only one punching my now passed out boyfriend who was passed out drunk on the floor from getting pummeled by Harry. It was obvious to everyone that he would be out for the rest of the night and practically all of tomorrow, hopefully. He – Harry – could definitely throw a punch that’s for sure. He was breathing heavily and I could see his forehead dripping with a mixture of blood and sweat, a gross combination that’s for sure. He runs one of his busted hands through his messy curls and fall against the nearest wall to try and catch his breath.

“Harry, the fuck happened here?!” his mate, Braden walks up to the disheveled boy who just beat up my boyfriend and help him up from his spot on the floor. Blood was gushing from his knuckles onto the hard wood floor of the house I shared with my two friends and Chris, who was passed out from the world.

“Nothing,” he snaps toward his mate as he turns and glances over at me. I shift my gaze away from his back to Payton who was asking me something. Just as I was about to answer her, I glance up to see Harry walking up to me. He looked pretty fucked up, thanks to my boyfriend.

“Sidney...” he mutters looking at me. I could feel more tears fill up in my eyes that were close to falling down my already pale cheeks. I didn’t know what to feel right now, seeing my boyfriend and new…friend, I guess I could call Harry, duke it out in the front room of our house.

“I’m sorry I just couldn’t control myself when he grabbed hold of you like that,” he tells me honestly and shakes his head at my boyfriend’s asshole action. I shake my head and roll my eyes as I think back to that. It made me cringe and more tears fill my eyes.

“Its fine,” I reply softly with a small smile to try and lighten the mood a bit.

“Come on, let me ice that for you,” I tell him and grab hold of his arm, gesturing up to his eye that was beginning to bruise badly.

He follows me into the kitchen where I could get the ice for his eye. I motion for him to take a seat on the empty chair at the island once we got to the kitchen. He nods his head slowly and complies with my request while I go over to the freezer to get some ice. I soon find a small bag filled with some ice and pull it out of the freezer and set it on the counter.

“This’ll be quite cold,” I tell him with a slight chuckle as I raise the small bag filled to the brim with ice chunks to his bruised eye. He winces at the coolness when it comes in contact with his eye. After I hold it against his eye for a minute or two, he grabs it from me and tells me he’ll take over. I nod and let him do the rest.

“Thanks,” he tells me with a kind smile. It was nice to see an actual genuine smile on his face for once, well what I’ve seen when I’m with him so far. I took a seat in the empty seat beside him while he continued to hold the bag of ice against his eye. Every so often, I noticed a few pieces of his curly hair would fall down over his forehead.

“No uh…n-no problem,” I tell him with a small smile and reach up so I could push a few of his curls off his forehead. It was cute, really. “S-sorry,” I mutter softly and pull my hand away quickly once his eyes locked on to mine.

“Its fine, love, really,” he tells me with a smile and I notice him wince a bit.

Blood was dripping freely down his chin from his bloody lip that was busted up pretty bad. It looked like it was beginning to swell, but the gushing wouldn’t cease for a while it seemed. I reach over to grab the nearest cloth so I could help him wipe his lip that wouldn’t stop gushing blood. He reaches over at the same time, our hands ghosting across one another’s. as he looks at me, he smiles a bit and winces because of his gushing bloody lip.

“I got it,” I tell him with a nervous laugh and grab hold of the cloth and bring it up to his lip and wiping the blood. I get most of it after dabbing a few times.

“You don’t have to; I’m the one who got into this damned fight in the first place,” he replies and moves the ice pack from his eye for a minute before placing it over his eye again. A few minutes go by and he looks over at me before he opens his mouth to speak, setting the ice pack down on the counter he was resting his elbow on.

I drop the bloody paper towel in the trash can that was nearby and look over at him. “It’s not a problem at all, anything to be away from Chris,” I tell him with a slight laugh. He laughs a bit, his face scrunching up whenever he would smile wide.

“I uh…I guess I’ll get going, ‘cause I’m sure you don’t want me here,” he tells me and sits up in his seat like he was about to stand up. He moves a hand through his curls in an exhausted state. I let out a sigh from my lips and stare down at the marble countertop, running one of my black painted hands through my dark hair, and feel soft tears fill my eyes. I blink them away and glance up to look at Harry.

“You look knackered, Harry, you’re um, I don’t mind if you crash here for the night, make yourself at home,” I tell him with a slight smile on my face. He looks at me confused before a smile overtakes his face.

“A-are you sure?” he asks before continuing, “I sure I’ve caused enough shit for one night, I’m sure you don’t want to see my face right now,” he finishes and looks at me, his green eyes shining from the light in the room.

“It’s not a problem at all,” I tell him and put my hand on his shoulder in a friendly gesture.

“O-okay, well I’m gonna go find Brae and have him get Nick and his drunk ass home along with his ‘friend’ whoever the fuck she is. I never let anyone borrow my car for fucking anything but I-I don’t think I can make it further,” he tells me, his voice deep and runs another hand through his hair messing it up.

“Well, um…hand me over your keys and I’ll g-go find him for you,” I tell him a bit uneasy and hold out my hand to him. He nods his head slowly and reaches in his pocket to retrieve his keys.

“Shit, I left them in the car, they’re still in the damn ignition, ‘cause I was planning on heading back home once I dropped you off at the door but then he started this,” he says gesturing to his lip and eye I noticed was now a dark purple over his left eye. I nod my head slowly and rise up from my spot on the bar stool and stretch a bit.

Harry gets up and heads for the front room to look for his friend. I decide to follow after him to see where he went. Soon, I find him standing near the door talking with his friend, Claire beside him. I notice Kendall and Payton weren’t standing there anymore. They must’ve went off to bed seeing as it was now, ten minutes till 12:45 in the morning.

Shit! I think to myself as I stand there. I have class in the morning, early too…I need sleep. My thoughts conclude as I soon look up to see Harry making his way back over to me.

“He’s gonna take my car so I guess I’m here for the night…” he tells me with a hint of laughter in his voice. I nod my head and give him a slight smile in return.

“The couch alright?” I ask as he follows me into the living room. He nods as we stand in front of the couch.

“Its fine, I just…I’m so fucking exhausted,” he replies and goes to sit on the couch. I agree with him and nod my head and tell him I’ll be right back to grab him some extra blankets and a comfy pillow from the hall closet. He just nods and sits back on the sofa, resting his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. I soon come back with some blankets and another pillow and set them beside him.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to, really, love,” he tells me and yawns a bit. He soon gets up from his spot on the couch and repositions the pillows and blankets. I tell him to have a good sleep before I begin to make my way toward the stairs. He sends me a goodnight as well and even leans over to press a kiss to my cheek before I turn to head for the stairs.

The whole way up to my room, I couldn’t stop thinking of the shit that went down earlier between Chris and Harry. I also couldn’t grasp my head around the fact I let him stay the night here, especially with Chris in his presence, even though he was dead to the world, for the night at least.

And then, there was the thought in my mind from earlier, when Harry kissed me after I showed him all my bruises and even saw his. I definitely felt his pain, that’s for sure. The last thought that ran through my mind was that I wanted to get to know Harry even more, I really did. I liked the fact I felt safe around him. Now, Chris is the big issue here. I need to dump his ass soon.

By the time my head hit the pillow, I was out for the night. My dreams consisted of millions of thoughts of Harry and just his presence alone. Even though I’ve only known him for only two or three days, I could see myself coming accustomed with him. Now, Chris is the big issue here. I need to dump his ass soon, because I really wanted to end things, even though it won’t be pretty. I’ll save that thought for another day…

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