Logan's POV
"Louis..." I whispered in a pained voice, my hands were trembling as I approached him.
The unfamiliar darkness in his eyes subdued when my hand made contact with his.
Harry was on the floor, nose bloodied, green eyes masked by his lids.
Louis's fist clenched tighter, his arm tensing. I grabbed hold of his wrist, pulling him away from Harry.
"What the hell Lou.."I croaked, the tears flowing from my eyes.
His towering frame had never intimidated me before, blue eyes still shaded by a darker color.
"Why..w-why would you do that to him?!" I inquired, my voice rising with frustration.
"He-he was going to..." He trailed off, eyes wandering over to a limp Harry.
I walked over to Harry, helping him up to his feet and guiding him to the kitchen. I grabbed a small towelette from the countertop and dampened it with some water.
I placed it on his nose, wiping away the blood.
"I-I'm sorry.." Harry mumbled in a disoriented manner.
"Hmmph." I hummed, still a bit frustrated by him. I brought his hand to the towel, directing him to hold it.
"Leave..." I whispered, turning my back to him and washing my hands.
"Lo-" He began, the sound of his footsteps approaching made me turn.
"Just leave... Okay? Don't make me regret what I've done to help you." I said.
My voice trembled, eyes watering as I signaled him to the door.
"Just go away Harry..." I croaked, his green eyes flickered away, the disappointment apparent in his expression.
"I just wanted to say that I am sorry. You-you don't have to accept the job offer. I'll just find a replacement. Have... Have a nice evening." His deep voice echoed through my kitchen, sending a bizarre shudder down my spine.
He walked out, the sound of the door shutting followed. I made my way up the stairs walking into the master bedroom.
Louis was sitting on the bed, a blank expression on his face.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't want him to hurt you." Louis whispered, his voice quaking as he made eye contact.
I nodded, taking a seat next to him.
His hand hesitantly made its way to mine, intertwining our fingers slowly.
"I understand." I said, my voice monotone yet still withholding its softness.
Louis leaned in, pecking my lips softly, snaking his hands around my waist, enclosing the gap between us.
"That will never happen again.." He whispered into the crook of my neck.
"I hope it doesn't.."
Harry's POV
I sat on the couch, switching on the telly. My nose still ached from the punches that Louis had thrown.
I still couldn't get my mind off the way Logan had spoken to me. The tone of her voice wasn't angry. It was disappointed.
After knowing her for over eight years, the many tones of her voice were familiar to me.
The way she laughed echoed in my head, sending a bizarre shudder down my spine.
I couldn't help but day dream about her hazel eyes and the way they glimmered even in the dullest light.
I groaned, shoving my face into my palms, I winced in pain, forgetting that my nose was still a bit sensitive.
Even through this pain, my thoughts would direct back towards Logan.
|FlashBack|
"Stop Haz!" Logan giggled, her small figure ducking behind the countertop. I laughed, out of breath, my curls matted by the amount of cream and syrup.
"Put. It. Down." She warned, using her hands to block her face and hair.
I smiled cheekily, nearing her with the can of whip cream.
"Harry. I am warning you." She laughed, her back making contact with my kitchen counter.
"Mrs-" She was cut off by my hand, the white sticky cream smudging across her face.
"You wanker!" She said, pushing me away. I pecked her cheek, licking my lips in a mocking manner.
"Your wanker." I winked, my dimple becoming exposed as I gave her a wide grin.
"This is why you are my best friend Styles." She smiled, taking the can from my hands and spraying some down my shirt.
|end of Flashback|
My thoughts were interrupted by my blaring cell, I let out a sigh, retrieving my vibrating phone.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice monotone, nose throbbing madly.
Her velvet voice poured through the speakers, making my heart skip a beat.
"I'm taking the job."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
