I do have to say Harry Styles, notorious bad boy, knew how to put on a good date. After our dinner in the park, Harry and I just walked around the park for a couple of hours talking about anything and everything. Well minus what Harry did when I wasn’t around. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of me knowing exactly what he did. Harry had me home on time and I had to give him props because it just made my mom like him even more since he was on time.
Monday came and I rolled out of bed with a new smile on my face and a new pep in my step. I didn’t get too dolled up but I actually attempted to get ready somewhat which literally meant my hair was completely down. I walked downstairs to find John Michael already up and ready to go.

“Ready to go already?” I asked shocked.

“Yeah,” John Michael said looking up from his phone, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” I said picking up on the nervous tick John Michael did when something was wrong.

“Good,” he said and we headed straight out the door.

I waited until we got in the car when I started badgering him.

“What’s wrong John Michael?” I asked, “You’re fidgeting with your hands. You only do that when something’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing to worry about Rose,” he said and I think he was trying to convince himself more than me.

“Johnny,” I said, “If someone’s hurt. . .”

“No one’s hurt Rose,” John Michael snapped at me and my eyes widened.
John Michael never yelled at me and I mean he never yelled at me no matter how much of a pain in the ass I was. His eyes widened and then he looked at me.

“Rose I’m. . .” he started but I shook my head no.

“I’m going to let you cool down,” I said throwing the car door open, “Because obviously you don’t trust me.”

I then stormed off to look for the set of curls that I now called mine. When I got to the spot that everyone normally hung out at, I saw only the girls and no guys. I walked up to them and saw they were quietly talking in hushed tones.

“Where are the boys?” I asked as I sat down next to Eleanor, “Are they ditching or something?”

“Yeah they all decided to ditch and told us we had to get the homework,” Danielle said but I heard something else in her voice that didn’t make me believe her a hundred percent.

“I see,” I said standing up, “Well I’ll see you girls in class then. I’m going to go walk around or something.”

“Let me go with you,” Delilah said.

“I don’t know if you want to come with me,” I said, “You might not like it.”

“I think I can handle it,” Delilah said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Alright,” I said and started walking the opposite way of the school.

“Where are you going?” Delilah asked.

“Harry’s not here,” I said, “That means he’s either in two places the house or at a pub. I thought it was a bit weird that he dropped me off so early last night so I’m figuring he was in a street fight last night and he looks pretty bad. So he’ll either be drinking the pain away or sleeping it off but my gut is telling me it’s the first.”

“Rose,” Delilah said, “I’m not allowed to let you go see him. Niall told me he doesn’t let anyone see him after a fight.”

“Well he’s going to get a rude awakening,” I said getting upset that literally everyone but I knew about this fight.

We were about half way through town when I felt my phone vibrate and I saw the text from John Michael.

Where are you?

I ignored it and Delilah and I continued walking towards the pub that Harry always visited. When I walked into it, I didn’t see a mess of curls but I knew one person who would know. I walked up to the bar and Joe, the bartender, gave me a look.

“He’s going to be pissed that you came looking for him love,” he said and I just rolled my eyes.

“Does it look like I care if he’s going to be pissed at me?” I asked Joe smiling, “Has he come by here at all?”

“He just left here about a half hour ago,” Joe said, “but some guy and him got into it and they left out the back way.”

“Can you call my friend a cab,” I said looking at Joe and he nodded and I turned to look at Delilah, “Go back to school and tell everyone I’m fine. I can handle Harry on my own trust me.”

“Rose. . .” Delilah started.

“Trust me on this one Dee,” I said, “I’ll be fine.”

Delilah sighed knowing I wouldn’t let her follow me and took a seat at the bar and I rushed out the back of the bar. I burst through the back door to find Harry and three guys fighting. Harry was being held by two of them while one of them was beating the shit out of him.

“Holy hell,” I gasped and they turned around to see me.

“Well look at that,” the guy smirked at me, “If it isn’t Harry’s play toy. Come to save your precious Harry?”

He did not just call me a play toy. That remark pissed me off as this guy’s goons held Harry who was struggling even more now and the guy walked up to me.

“Maybe we should show Harry what we do to our enemies’ play toy,” he said getting closer to me.

“I wouldn’t touch me if I were you creep,” I replied.

“And maybe teach her some manners,” the man said as he tried to grab me but I quickly ducked and punched him in the gut.

“Told you not to touch me creep,” I said as I grabbed his shoulders since he was down and kneed him in the nose.

“Get him you idiots,” the guy hissed but I was too quick for them to catch me.

Once Harry got free, he took one of the guys while I took the other one. The guy I got wasn’t the smallest of guys either. He had to be about six feet tall and I was literally just missing each punch he threw. However the last one, I wasn’t so lucky and caught it right in the eye which caused my glasses to break.

“Fuck me,” I hissed as I duck again.

“Rose!” Harry exclaimed as I kicked the bigger guy in the groin.

“Just give me a second,” I said holding up a hand trying to catch my breath.

“We don’t have time,” Harry said as we heard sirens getting closer.

He then grabbed my hand and we headed down the alley and took a bunch of different turns until we came out a couple blocks away from the pub.

“I can’t see Harry,” I said, “That idiot broke my glasses.”

“Yeah and gave you a black eye,” Harry snapped, “I grabbed your bag on our exit now here take it.”

He put it in my hands and I quickly pulled out my second pair and shoved them on my face. Now that I could see I was shocked to see how Harry was looking. He had blood drying up on his face and his left eye was starting to swell shut.

“We’re almost to my place,” Harry said tugging me along.

I was still taking a survey of his body to see if I could see any other damages to his body. His lower half looked alright but I knew Harry better than that so I could picture him hiding the pain. When we crossed the doorway of the house, Harry slammed the door shut and was about to rip into me.

“Don’t you dare yell at me,” I snapped at him, “You lied to me Styles. I don’t do well with liars. You know that.”

Harry’s mouth then shut and glared at me.

“Come on you look like shit and I need to clean you up,” I said and it was my turn to tug his arm.

At this point I didn’t care if me tugging on him caused him pain but he was going to explain why he lied.

“Care to tell me why you lied?” I asked as I got things all set up to clean him up.

“I didn’t lie,” I said, “I told you I was going out with the guys.”

“To a fucking street fight that put you in pretty rough shape,” I said, “You were hiding a limp and you winced when I tugged you up the stairs.”

“I am not,” Harry grumbled and I groaned.

“You’re unbelievable you know that,” I snapped, “One person tries to help you out and you shut down like someone’s going to give you the black plague or some shit!”

Harry’s eyes then widen as I continued to go on.

“All I want to do is love you Harry but I can’t do that if you don’t let me in,” I sighed, “I just be on the outside looking in.”

“How’d you learn to fight like that?” Harry asked quietly after a few minutes of us just being silent.

“I used to box to stay in shape,” I said, “My coach said I had a killer right hook.”

“Well you fought like a pro,” he said, “Sorry Butch got your eye though.”

He then lightly put his hand on my cheek and bushed my black lightly and I winced.

“I should’ve protected you,” he said and I could see the regret in his eyes and I sighed.

“You were kind of busy,” I said, “And don’t you dare feel bad about this. I would actually like a second round with my contacts in. I fuck that guy up.”

Harry then laughed and soon winced.

“This is pretty awesome that my girlfriend knows how to fight,” he said, “Maybe we can train together.”

“I’d be the best partner you’ve ever had Styles,” I smiled at him as I finished cleaning his cuts, “Now let’s go downstairs and nurse our black eyes.”

Harry chuckled and took my hand in his and we headed downstairs. I found some frozen stakes in the freezer and walked back into the living room and handed him one and sat down on the couch putting the other one on my eye.

“I didn’t tell you about the fight because I become a different person when I fight,” he said as I laid my head in his lap lightly and he held his package of steak on his eyes, “I’m a pig. I have no respect for anyone. That’s why the boys and I don’t let you girls come with us. We have to be different people with everyone at the spots that I fight in.”

“I want to come watch you,” I said and he shook his head no, “If you want me to help you train I have to watch you fight and tell you how to improve love. I’ve been boxing for over ten years. I know a thing or two.”

“Ten years?” Harry said shocked.

“I had anger issues when I was younger,” I muttered not wanting to talk about it.

“I won’t press right now but we’re going to talk about it,” he said.

“Well I talk about it when you talk about your family,” I replied and he gave me a look and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Fine,” he said, “We’ll do it when we’re not bruised and broken.”

“Deal,” I said and then Harry and I spent the rest of the afternoon just lounging and nursing our bruises together.

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