Game for two//h.s.

ChapterTwo

A.N.

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Louis' P.O.V.

'Shit!', I yelled as Kate's uncounscious body fell on the floor. I grabbed Harry by his shoulders shaking him. 'Are you fucking crazy?!'

'What the hell is wrong with you?!', he yelled back.

'You just fucking punched her!'

'So?! She's just some stupid girl!'

'That stupid girl is Katherine Clarke!', I yelled frustrated.

He looked scared for a moment before putting a blank expression on, 'I don't giva a shit', and with that he walked away, Ashley and Jade under his arms. Freaking player.

'Liam, take her to the hospital', I turned to Kate. She was pale, really pale. 'now.'

He huffed and took her lipm form into his arms carrying her out of the cafetiria. I sat back on my seat and let my head fall to my arms sudendly feeling really tired. What am I going to do now? Danny is going to kill us. Stupid idiot letting his temper get the best of him.

'Um..Loui?', Niall's voice made me jump a little at suprise.

'Yeah?'

'Everybody is looking at us.', he said looking down. I looked around, and he was right. I stood up on the table and all eyes were focused on me.

'What the hell are you all looking at?!', my voice was ringing throu the walls of cafetiria.

And with that everybody went back to what they were doing and noise filled the room. I smiled enjoying the power.

Kate's P.O.V.

As I woke up I was greeted with silence. I opened my eyes and took a look around me. Curently, I was lying on a hard bed, which was really uncomfrotable, and bright light was blidening me a little. The room was painted white. In front of one wall was a closet full of medicine and stuff like that. I was at the nurses office, no doubt. My eyes traveled to the chair next to my bed where Liam sat, looking straight at me.

'Hey buddy.', I said with a small smile, feeling a little bit creeped out that he was watching me.

'Hello', he said quite politely, 'How are you feeling?'

I frowned a bit but then remembered what he ment. That bastard hit me! When I get my arms on the idiot he's gonna be wishing he was never born.

I could feel myself shaking with anger as I spoke, 'Who punched me?'

'Harry.', he said immediately.

'Styles? Harry Styles?', I felt my anger faiding.

'Um..Yes?', he sounded unsure.

I stood up and went out of the room. Memories attacked my mind. His shining green eyes, dimpels in his cheeks, soft brown curls, pink lips... I shook my head as tears came out. Halls were empty since class started. My mind was now full of his words, stupid lies. I could feel his arms around me, once a safe place. I wished his lips on my, his hands on me, but I'm not gonna give in. More tears came out of my eyes. No, not again, I won't cry again, I said to my self as I whiped tears away.

I stormed out of school and got on my baby, black Kawasaki ZX-10R. I drove dangerously fast as I made my way to the big house I once called home. I stopped at the front. It was more of a mansion than a house. I made my way to the front door and tried to open it. Locked. I pulled a bobby pin from my pocket and did what I do best. Be a delinquent. I smiled as the lock cliked. Carefully I opened the front door and got inside.

Empty, the house was empty. 

'Time to have some fun', I smiled widelly. 

*********************after three hours**********************

My cheeks started to hurt from all of that smiling. I looked at my work prodly.

Every room in the house was covered in toilet paper, graffiti covered the walls, even a few doors were broken down. Food from the fridge was stuffed into the toilet, clothes were hanging from the tree in the front yard and, my personal favourite, there were tampons hanging from the celling. Don't ask how.

I went outside and locked the door. I went to hide in behind the bush and wait for him. A few minutes passed and I saw him along with some other boy going into this neigborhood. They stopped at the tree. 

'What the hell?', the other boy asked. He was wearing black leather jacket, black jeans and boots. His hair was dark brown, almost black, but I couldn't see his eyes. He was quite a sight, if you know what I mean

'Don't worry mate, this is the boy messing around', he spoke. Even after five years his voice sent shivers down my back. Unfortunetly, not bad ones.

They got inside the house and all you could hear was silence. I got up from my hiding spot and went over to my bike. That's when I heard a loud curse and footsteps. Door flew open and he stepped out looking around. When his eyes landed on me, he stod still.

His eyes flashed with confusion, then sadness and in the end with anger and all I wanted to do was crawl back to him, hug him and kiss him. But I didn't. I straightend my back and put on my famous smirk.

'Revenge is a bitch Harold', and with those five words I drow away once again.

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A.N.

Okay,okay, short i know. But I have a lot of school work this year and I'm doing my best. Thank you for reading :-)