THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO.

Silence engulfs the room as soon as I stop talking. The eerie quietness making me more and more tense with every passing second. I wait and wait for Harry to say something but nothing is said. 

After a few minutes, I finally gather the courage to look up from the ground towards Harry and immediately avert my eyes away when I find him sitting at the corner of the bed and staring right at me. I shuffle a bit in a my place before letting out a breath and opening my mouth to speak.

"I'm sorry, Harry." I say in a quite voice and hear him take in a sharp breath before he gets off of the bed and pads towards me.

I cautiously look up when he's only a few inches away from me, his mouth set in a straight line, not giving away anything. 

"He's here, isn't he?" Harry asks me calmly, not showing any aggressiveness or anger like I had expected him to. 

I meekly nod my head in response and wait for Harry's response. 

"Where? Is he standing outside this room?" His voice is still calm but I know it's just like the calm before the storm. I'm sure there's something big coming but I don't know what damage it will do.

"He's.. outside, yes." I tell him and with that Harry turns away from me towards the door. 

I snap my head up, watching him with wide eyes as he walk towards the door at a fast pace, leaving the room within the blink of an eye. A shaky breath leaves my mouth as I slowly follow after Harry, unaware of what he's about to do. 

"How dare you come back here?" I hear Harry shout and immediately I rush towards the source of sound. 

"Did I not tell you to show me your face ever again?" Harry shouts in Luke's face, whose pinned to the wall while Harry's tightly fisting his t-shirt in his hands.

"Harry, don't do this, please." I immediately plead him, not wanting him to hurt Luke for any reason.

Harry's head snaps in my direction and he squint his eyes angrily at me, fisting Luke's shirt more tightly as he shouts at me.

"You won't say a word, Stella. Not a word!" His voice is threatening, the loud tone and his angry expressions only making him appear more dangerous. 

"Get out. Get out this instant." Harry says, turning his attention back towards Luke as he drags him towards the living room with his collar. 

"Harry, no. What on earth are you doing, please. I told you the truth, don't." I say, running towards them and grabbing Harry's arm, trying to pry his hand off of Luke's collar even though I'm fully aware that I'm way too weak for forcing him to stop. 

"I told you to stay the fuck out of this." Harry says, aggressively pushing me away from him. His force full shove on my chest causes me my fingers to slip away from his hand and losing my balance, I fall on to the hard ground. A small whimper escaping my lips at the harsh collision with the ground, my chest somewhat burning from Harry's forceful push. 

This seems to grab Harry's attention though as he forcefully pushes Luke backward and rush towards my side. I feel the tears pool in my eyes when Harry wraps his arm around my mid section, helping me to stand up on my feet. 

Keeping his arm around me, he turns back towards Luke, his face red with anger and nostrils flaring.

"Did you see what happened because of you?" Harry questions Luke in the same loud tone and I flinch a little before attempting to pry him arm away from me but instead of letting go, he only tightens his hold.