TW: assault
y/n's pov
harry, my best friend and i are hanging out today chilling around my house. my parents are on a vacation, celebrating their 20th anniversary so it's just us. we're in the living room right now watching netflix and eating snacks. "did you hear that brady and steph broke up," i ask. "really," he asks surprised. "yea, i'm really surprised because they've been together for years." "that's crazy."
there was a knock at the door. i look at harry with a confused look and get up to check who's here. i wasn't expecting anybody so it was odd. i open the door and see my boyfriend, aiden. "oh hi, i wasn't expecting you," i say shocked. "sorry i didn't say anything. i was in the area so i thought we could hang out," he replies. "oh, well harry's here. you could hang out with us," i suggest. his face drops but he's quick to bring it back up. "uh sure i guess."
i open the door more to let him in and he walks in. he takes off his shoes and we walk towards the living room. "who was at the door," he asks looking at his phone, oblivious to aiden standing next to me. "me," aiden says boldly. harry snaps his head up at the voice, "oh." he doesn't seem very pleased. he never really liked aiden which i can see why but he's actually really sweet. "well, we were just chillin," i say. i go to sit down next to harry but before i can, aiden grips my wrist and i wince from the pain shooting up my arm. i look behind me to see aiden looking straight at me. "let's go somewhere, i don't want to sit in the house all day," he says hardly. "if i were you, i'd let go of her wrist and drop the hard tone," harry cuts in. i look back at him, "no it's alright, i'm fine." "clearly your not when you winced," he replies. "if i were you, i'd shut the fuck up. you're not in this relationship," aiden says to harry. "and if i don't?" "you don't wanna know." "no please, tell me. i'd love to know."
"you guys!! stop," i try and get them to stop bickering back and forth but that doesn't do anything. aiden tightens his grip on my wrist and i once again, wince. "let her go," harry says getting up from his spot. he once again tightens his grip on me, making me wince again. i take it back. he's not sweet. i would love to say something but i can't. when your in this type of situation you freeze and can't talk. a tear rolls down my face at the pain. harry wraps his arm around my shoulders, giving aiden a death stare and says, "this is your last chance to let her go." aiden doesn't even move but once again, tightens his grip. harry doesn't hesitate to lunge himself towards aiden, tackling him to the floor, punching him over and over again. he definitely doesn't hold back when it comes to his friends.
the second his grip releases from me, i feel a relief. i bring my hand up to my chest and hold it there, rubbing the now bruising skin. more tears flow down my cheeks as i see aiden punch harry in his face. "stop! please stop," i try and get them to stop beating each other. they don't even hear me so i try again. "STOP! YOU GUYS STOP!!" i scream. they both stop and look at me. "look what you guys are doing, punching each other isn't going to solve anything," i say with more tears running down my face. harry gets up off aidens body and brings me into his arms. "you're right," he whispers into my hair. i wrap my arms around his waist crying into his shoulder. "i would say i'm sorry but i'm not, he deserved it," he says after a minute. i smile and pull away from him. i move beside his body and look at aiden laying on the ground. "you need to leave and never come back. we're over," i say. he instantly gets up and stalks towards me but harry is quick to move in front of me. "no babe, i love you. i'm sorry okay," he says looking past harry's body and to me. "you don't love me," i reply. "yes i do." "if you did then you wouldn't hurt me," i say sounding broken. "she asked you to leave so i think you should leave," harry cuts in once again. "fuck you harry. and fuck you too y/n," he says turning around and leaving, slamming the door behind him.
harry turns around to face me. he grabs my hand gently and brings it up so he can look at my wrist. "damn, he got you good," he replies lowly. "yes he did," i reply. "let's go ice it," he replies. i nod and we walk to the kitchen and he gets an ice pack out of the freezer and hands it to me. i wince as i place the ice pack on my swollen wrist. "are you okay," he asks. "yea just my wrist hurts like a bitch," i reply. "you should go to the police station," he suggests. "i will. can you go with me," i ask. "of course."
i'm a really nice person and don't want any trouble but i know not to take abuse and assault. i don't tolerate that because it's wrong in every way. there's no excuse for it. so i think going to the police is the right thing to do.
and my best friend by my side is all i need.
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this went in a different direction than planned but it's okay.
also i'm 17 todayyy so happy birthday to me!!!
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