Harry's POV
I took a seat on one of the chairs in the amphitheater. My eyes focused on the dancers, their long limbs somehow making graceful movements.
Logan's fluent actions surprised me the most, an amazing amount of talent was bestowed upon her.
As I sat watching, I couldn't help but wonder why I began to hurt her. From the beginning she was my best friend, but something odd happened between us. After the incident, she would avoid me, she wouldn't even speak to me... There was one remembrance that was still etched into my memory haunted me..
~flashback~
"Please stop.." Logan whispered in between breaths, her exposed chest battered and bruised.
Zayn towered over her limp body, her small frame withering beneath his grasp.
"Get up." Zayn said, his voice deep and dark.
I watched him strike her once more, my body yearning to jump and protect her.
"Zayn.." I whispered, reaching for his arm. He continued to kick Logan, making her yelp out in pain.
"Stop." I said loudly, my gaze meeting hers.
"Why..?" She mouthed, her lips purple, bruised, and bleeding.
Zayn laughed, shoving me towards her.
"Your turn mate." He smiled, motioning for me to inflict more damage.
"I-.." I stuttered, not knowing what to do.
"Just hit her!" Zayn said.
Logan didn't do anything... But I was conflicted..
It was either to be accepted back into society or torn down by one person.
Contemplation wasn't my best decision, Zayn shoved me aside, lifting his fist.
I grabbed his wrist, looking at him with confirmation.
"I-I'll do it.." I said.
Logan's eyes darted to me, her eyes shutting close as I kicked her in the stomach.
"Harry.." She whimpered, clutching her gut and gasping for air.
I continued to kick her, regret not seeming to act upon me...
It was either this.. Or risking being beaten as well..
~end of flashback~
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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...
