HARRY'S POV
If you would've told me a few days ago that I would be getting beaten up by a girl, I would laugh in your face and tell you you're batshit crazy. But here I am, strapped to a chair getting kicked in the nose, and damn was she hot. Well, what I could see of her through the tears and my eyes practically being swollen shut.
"Stop your damn whining, it's hurting my ears" she says whilst wiping her hands from a mixture of hers and my blood. "Oh fuck off, you literally punched me so hard that you made your own hand bleed" i spit back. "Aww, should've thought about that before you decided to rip off the most respected dealer around here and then proceeded to call me a bitch. Can Harry not take a few hits, or is it your ego that's hurting?" she barks back with a condescending tone.
Why is this so hot? Am i this screwed to be turned on by this?
Morana Lowe, the bitch everyone knew of if you were involved in this type of work. She was well respected, but so was I, and I could just tell she was getting a kick out of, well, kicking me. I'm not gonna lie, it does hurt my ego a bit but it's an honor getting my ribs broken by her.
" i was told to not kill you, sadly, so i guess this is where we part, pretty boy. Now get your ass out of my sight" she says while untying me. "Oh lucky me, need help cleaning up, sweetheart?"i ask in the same monotone yet sarcastic voice. "As much as I would love to see Harry Styles on his hands and knees cleaning up his own blood, I got it. Bye bye now" she says as huff under my breath.
A few hours later
"Mate where the fuck have you been, you look like youve been through hell and back" Liam says as i walk into the dimly lit, practically empty bar. The Toy Box, one of the only bars around here that were not over run by rednecks or biker gangs, plus one of the only places I can get free drinks since Liam owns it.
"You honestly wouldn't believe me if i told you, but i had to go visit Lowe" i say a bit quieter than i normally would speak.
"You had sex with Morana Lowe?" he practically shouts with his jaw on the floor.
"No dumb-ass!" i whisper shout
"Oh." he says as he realizes what I really mean. He's one of my best friends, don't get me wrong but he definitely isn't one to read between the lines.
"You really think i would be this fucked up after having sex?" I ask, genuinely curious on what his thought process was.
"Look man, i don't know what kinda shit you're into" he says whilst shrugging his shoulders
"Are you sticking around for the beer pong competition tonight?" Liam continues while cleaning glasses of different shapes and liquor logos.
"Not tonight, hanging around a bunch of 19 year old college students doesn't really sound like something i want to do. I'm probably just gonna go home, shower then sleep man" i tell Liam
So I did just that. Now I'm back at home on my walk in shower. As the steam fills the air and the hot water magnifies every cut or bruise I had from the event earlier, all I can think about is her.
It's no news that she's gorgeous but somehow she has left a permanent mark in my memory on how she would smirk every time she could tell she hurt me, very sadistic but i don't mind.
For fucks sake harry, pull yourself together
A/N
heyyy everyone, so what did we think about harry's POV? thank you all for the support, ily all
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