Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 10

A hard tension fills the air. Harry and Liam have been glaring at each other, and Sophia looks mad at me.

"What is he doing here Mia? I told you to stay away from him!" She shouts at full lungs. The anxious and nervous I felt just moments ago gives place to anger and disappointment.

"I can't believe you're actually making me the bad one here. I was on the edge of a break down because I didn't knew anything from you and you were just hanging around with Liam."

"Oh so you just went upstairs and asked for help?" She must be testing me.

"No, Harry was just giving me our mail that ended up in his mail box."

"Oh I see. And why did you let him in then? Was the mail that heavier that you couldn't handle it?"

"Sophia don't you get it that I was actually almost on the edge of a panick attack? I didn't hear from you since lunch time! You didn't picked up your phone or answered any of my messages. Something could had happened! I was going to start calling hospitals! And where were you? Hanging around with a guy you don't even know. And you're the one telling me to stay away from another one that you even know less." At the end, I'm breathless. But she deserves to hear this.

"And Harry enters in which part? Oh I know... On the part he would fuck you on this exactly same couch... Something I'm almost sure you wouldn't mind." That was it. My hand flies slapping her in the face. And I don't regret it a little.

I can't stay here right now. I can't even look straight. She hurted me in a way only she knows and I can't even process anything right now.

I grabbed my things and stormed out of the door, not even looking at any of them.

"Where are you going?" Sophia shouts but I'm already running down the stairs.

I don't have any idea of where I'm going to stay tonight but I just can't be in the same room as she.

Stepping outside, a wind blows towards me making me shiver. It's late and the noise of New York busy streets echos in the atmosphere. It's almost enough to hide all my messed up thoughts.

But not all of them. I need to distract myself. I need to drink.

I wave for a cab. But a hand reaches my arm making me turn around.

"What are you doing?" Harry voice awakes me from my thoughts.

"Leave me be."

"Where are you going?" He insists.

"Fuck Harry, I need to drink. I need to forget this happened. Now leave me alone." I try to jerk his hand away but his grip is just to strong.

"Come." He pushes me nodding towards a car.

"Let me go!"

"If you want so bad to get drunk then you're coming with me. I won't let you come back completly drunk by yourself."

"Who said I wanted to come back?"

"Let's go Melissa."

"I don't want to go anywhere with you."

"I'm sure you don't. Now get on the damn car before I'll do it myself."

I'm too tired to fight. I'm to tired to argue.

"Don't you dare touching me with a single finger. Do you understand?"

"I'm sure you don't even know what that is so shut up and get in the car." As I said I can't argue right now, so I just ignore his dirty words. Once again, on my normal state, he would regret saying that.