With Your Permission (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

*Alyssa’s POV*

            Harry hasn’t answered me. It’s been an hour. I’m starting to get worried. What were they doing over there?

*Harry’s POV*

            I shoved my phone in my pocket and opened the door to my flat.

            “Hey Li.” I said, trying to act normal, but my insides were turning. Liam was lethal when he was angry.

            He didn’t answer, but instead walked in and shut the door with a snap. I saw him take a deep breath before rounding on me. “Did you fuck her?” he asked, trying to seem calm.

            “Who” I asked, playing the clueless card.

            “Alyssa.” He said slowly, as if I was a five year old.

            “No?” I said as a question. I saw him snap and he flipped my coffee table.

            “Don’t fucking lie to me!” he screamed and my heart stopped. Shit.

            “Yes.” I said quietly.

            “What the hell man? What part of ‘She’s off limits,’ and ‘stay away,’ didn’t pass into your little head?” he screamed. My mouth dropped. “She’s my fucking sister! And you fucking fucked her! Does everything with a heartbeat turn you on? I’m surprised I haven’t been raped yet! Hell, I’m surprised you can keep your hands off Danielle!”

            Ouch, I thought. Right where it hurts.

            “Dude chill. It was one night, I was drunk.” I said trying to calm him down. But it seemed to do the exact opposite.

            “So that’s what my sister is to you? A one night stand? Just another one of those girls you fuck and then never keep any promises?” he said.

            “N-No.” I stuttered. Damn, why do I always stutter? “She meant something, man. I really like her!” Liam’s eyes flashed and he tackled me to the floor, throwing punches left and right. I wasn’t expecting it, and he got a few good one is before I started blocking. We rolled across the floor throwing punches and he finally got on top of me, getting me in the jaw several times, and in the stomach.

            “My-fucking-sister!” he said in between every punch. The last thing I saw was Louis before my vision went red and my anger got the best of me.

*Louis’s POV*

            I opened the door to Harry and my’s flat, looking at my phone. Alyssa had told me to check on him for some reason. She said that Liam went over after he saw his necklace on her dresser. So they slept together? Finally! They practically undress each other with their eyes every time their together. I chuckled to myself and shoved my phone in my pocket.

                I heard grunts coming from the living area and I frowned. What was going on? Creaking the door open, I gasped. Liam was on top of Harry punching the living daylights out of him. I grabbed Liam and pulled him off. He tried to shove me off and I pushed him onto the couch. I turned to see Harry standing, his eyes dark. He wiped the blood off his lip and charged at Liam. I pushed him back and into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

            “The fucking prick!” Liam roared. I ran my hand through my hair and texted Zayn and Niall. “He slept with her! He slept with Alyssa!” he said and I nodded. Next thing I knew, there was a pounding on the door and it opened to reveal a worried looking Zayn and Niall.