Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 58.

There are many types of confusion. The most iconic type of confusion is where you have no idea what is going on at all. You're so lost and all the pieces of the puzzle make no sense because you don't know what the picture is. Information is missing or misguided and nothing seems to make any sense to you, but to everyone else, it all adds up. But then, there is always the opposite.

The confusion where you see the puzzle finished and complete. The picture is right in front of you, mocking you. The picture is clear as day but you never remember the puzzle being put together or how it all just came together, or better yet what the picture ever means. I guess that's who Harry feels.

His mother is alive. Luchesi and I wouldn't just sugar-coat a lie for nothing. He understands that she is still walking to planet, but he doesn't know how. He doesn't know how she escaped their father without showing a single trace of return once she was gone. He doesn't know how she found somewhere to stay without being hassled for being a gang-members wife. None of it made sense to him.

Nothing was adding up to him. It killed me to watch him slowly draw back. To try to make sense of the entire situation. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him that I was just kidding. That everything that I had said was just a joke, just to get this heartbreaking expression off his handsome face, but I couldn't do that. I would never forgive myself for getting in the way of a women and her son.

His body slowly backed away from mine as his feet shuffled backwards. His eyebrows where crinkled in confusion as he was completely caught off guard by the confession. I could tell his brain was going a mile a minute trying to draw conclusions or make somewhat theories as to how in the world his mother got out of that household alive. He opened his mouth and slowly began to speak.

"Arabella, go in the room" Harry commanded, turning towards Luchesi and curling his fists. I furrowed my eyebrows at the odd command.

Before I could even respond, Harry lunged towards Luchesi and tackled him on the ground of the balcony. He let his fists rain down onto Luchesi as the two brothers fought. Harry was on top, his obvious height and muscles overpowering Luchesi. Luchesi's fists came up to try to defend himself but, it was no use, Harry was way too strong. As I realized I was just standing there watching them, I began to try to get their attention.

"Harry, stop!" I shrieked running over to the two men on the ground . Never once in my life have I witnessed a fight, never mind trying to break one up.

I pulled on the back of Harry's t-shirt, trying to pull him off but it was no help. There was too much adrenaline in this for either of them to stop. There was a pressure building between the two and now, Harry is finally getting his release on this pressure and all I can do, is hope that Harry will walk away with only a few cuts and bruises.

Harry's right fist, which seemed to be his dominate, cut across Luchesi's nose as a loud crack erupted. Blood poured out of his now broken nose, but that didn't faze either of the boys. Luchesi's fists came up and slammed into Harry's jaw from underneath, throwing him off for a moment before returning to blocking and punching.

"You son of a bïtch!" Harry screamed into Luchesi's face. "How dare you fücking brainwash her into thinking that!" he screamed, making me freeze.

What? Does he think that Luchesi lied to me? Did Luchesi lie to me? No, obviously no considering I met the women. Harry must think Luchesi lied to me so that when I told him it would hurt Harry, but all Harry is doing is hurting himself. I sighed and gripped onto Harry's shirt again.

"Harry! He is not lying! Please stop!" I screamed only fueling Harry more.

"I will fücking destroy you!" he screamed, gripping on to the base of Luchesi's throat and beginning to choke him. Gagging sounds escaped the small space in Luchesi's throat as Harry pushed all his pressure into his neck.