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Chapter 32

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Maela's Point of view

"Niall!-" I shout but he ignores me, standing in front of Harry in anger. It's an odd sight to see, something I'd never be able to imagine. Niall getting angry seems irregular even if I don't know him that well, so to see him like this throws me off.

Why is he doing this? Why is he ruining this for me?

"You see that girl right there? You must've hurt her more than anything for using her the way you did, because when I found her she was shattered in pieces. So why are you here huh? Arendia wasn't fuckable last night? You needed to see Maela right? Well guess what, I fucked her ten times better than you ever will," Niall spills and for the hundredth time since he's been around all I see is complete red.

"You bast-" I shriek but Harry beats me to it, his fist colliding with Niall's face, the blonde boy falling to the ground. Immediately I see blood, and I'm shocked to see a bloody nose. Oh my god. I'm stuck, I don't know what to do, Niall isn't a girl- he's not an Arendia that I can scream words at. He just won't listen to me.

Harry moves to pick Niall up, fisting his shirt in his large hands, shoving him against Niall's old truck.

"You think you're funny right? Lying straight to my face. You expect me to believe she would like you? Some desperate chef in the kitchen? I have to give it to you, you tricked me thinking you were a nice guy. Now I see that you like to try to break things apart- flying here and finding y/n to claim her, am I right?" Harry lowly breathes, my lips parted in shock.

"Everything I do doesn't change the fact that you're a pathetic married prick, just like the rest of your kind, that's why you married Arendia- because you guys are the same-" Niall provokes Harry and it works, a vein protruding on his neck.

"I am NOTHING like Arendia, I didn't lose my heart over the years- she did!" I felt like collapsing right then hearing what he had to say. I'm believing every bit of it right now, and I can't see why I wouldn't.

And really if all of this is true, then I think I'm forgetting how to breathe. I'd never expected a back story on Harry and Arendia, I never looked into it. But now I think I want to.

"It's because you ruin everything! You take a girls heart and use it til you find another one- it's what you people do and it's sick. I'm not gonna stand back and watch you do that to Maela, fuck that," Niall breathes and Harry blinks back the anger that sits in his vision.

"Don't act innocent. I didn't think I'd have to bring this up- but now I have to say I know what you did to Zayn's wife," Harry growls, leaving me with a imploding mind. What? Zayn? His wife? Niall?

I'm so confused but they both aren't, and Niall shows that as he throws an uppercut on Harry, his tall body falling to the ground. His all black attire makes it hard to distinguish where he is in the dark night, blending in with the rubble covered road. Niall attacks him there, straddling his waist and buries him with punches, blood appearing just as quick as Niall's did. I'm screaming on the inside as I shout at Niall, grabbing his arms but he yanks them away from me, pushing me so my back hits the car. Harry loses his entire sanity as he hurls himself at Niall, delivering punch after punch until my heart can't take anymore of the bloody mess that is left of Niall.

To see Harry in a sense of control that he doesn't have in his hands sends me into a deep haze, completely dumbstruck to see the CEO of Styles Enterprise acting like a normal violent ass hole.

Although I would love to see Niall get some sense knocked into his head, I'm not looking forward to see an Irish pulp laying on my mom's childhood driveway. I take it upon myself to step in after what seems like the hundredth punch, my hands grasping onto Harry's now bloody knuckle, scratches running along his ring covered fingers. He barely stops as his fist is still in the air, his other hand fisting Niall's collar as the blonde man lays there exhausted, his face bruised up.