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14| "Do you like her?"

14.

~ H a r r y ~

I stormed inside the club I knew Louis would be inside of. I was feeling beyond angry; not only with him, but with myself too. I still couldn't get Amelia's scared figure when she saw me and her beautiful angelic face full of tears out of my mind. Why the fuck was I feeling this way? 

I stood there, looking around the place, trying to find Louis. Instead, I spotted Zayn. He was dancing on the dance floor with some girl. He didn't notice me approaching him, so I tapped him on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. He turned around and when he saw me, a smile spread on his face.

"Hey mate. How are you?" he said, grabbing me from my arm and walking over to the bar. We sat there; he ordered a drink, then looked at me.

"No, I don't want anything." I said, shaking my head. After what happened yesterday, I was better not drinking again for a while.

"Still mad at Louis?" he asked, laughing slightly.

"More than you think." I said, trying to keep calm and not start yelling about Louis in front of him. He nodded his head and took a sip from his drink.

"Look, bro. I don't know what has happened between you two these last three years, but you should try to fix things." he said. If he only knew what had happened, he wouldn't be saying that.

"Zayn, it's complicated."

"You are looking for him, aren't you?" he asked me.

"Yeah... Actually, that's the reason I came here." I said, he sighed and pointed with his finger behind me. 

I turned around and saw Louis standing in the corner with some other guys, talking. I quickly stood up without saying another word to Zayn. I started boiling with anger just by looking at Louis. He was so evil. 

I walked towards him and stood behind him. When he noticed my presence near him, he turned around and his eyes widened before his shocked expression was replaced by his smirk.

"Oh Harry, what a pleasure to see you here." he said, sounding rather amused, which pissed me off.

"Cut the crap, Louis." I said and he raised his eyebrows, looking surprised of the tone of my voice.

"How is Amelia? Did you tell her that I said hi?"

That was it. I couldn't hold it anymore. I punched him right in the eye, causing him to stumble backwards while putting his hand on his eye.

"You filthy bastard." I yelled at him, taking some more steps towards him. 

He stood up straight ready to confront me as all the others around us had now stopped and were looking at us. But, to be honest, I didn't give a shit about them.

"What happened Harry? Is Amelia mad at you about something?" He was testing me. 

I grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and pushed him against the wall like I did the last time, but there was no one here to save him now. He was scared, I could feel it, but he was desperately trying to hide it.

"Why are you acting like this? What is wrong with you?" I said, applying more pressure and he grabbed my wrists with his hands. 

I punched him again, this time in his stomach. He fell on the floor coughing and I looked at him with anger in my eyes. After a while, he collected his strength and stood up, looking at me with his blue eyes filled with poison.

"You know damn well why I am acting like this, Harry." he yelled. 

I was about to hit him again, but this time he was faster, punching me in the face with his fist and causing blood to fall from my nose. I wiped away the blood and threw myself onto him, pining him to the floor. I punched him with all the strength that I had and he did the same. I could hear voices telling us to stop, but the only image in front of me was the image of Amelia and that made me even more angry. I couldn't stop.