I continue to drag harry until we reach his car. I throw him onto it.
"What the fuck was that?" I scream.
"He's a prick."
"So you punch him in the face? You could have killed him!"
"No." Harry says getting off the hood of his car. "Knocked out, possibly."
"That was so unnecessary." I say crossing my arms. "I can't believe you." I look him dead in the eyes. "Why?"
He sighs and looks at me. "I don't like you with other guys."
"You have got to be kidding me." I angrily laugh. "You've got to be fucking kidding me! Harry all those times I had to fucking set you up with all those girls? Yet you don't like me dancing with one guy, one! Compared to your seventy? Pathetic."
He doesn't say anything, but looks down.
"Oh now you have nothing to say?"
"Okay yeah I got fucking jealous!"
"But why? You made it clear were nothing, so why can't I dance with Louis?"
"I don't want you to."
"Since when do I listen and do your every command?"
"If you were to listen to my every command I'd have you on your knees by now."
"You're fucking disgusting." I say opening his car door. "Take me home. Now."
"I'm staying over remember?" He says getting in the car and starting it up.
"I have two couches remember?"
I grab the blankets and throw them over to harry. "Goodnight." I say getting laying on the couch. He slowly takes the blankets and lays down on his couch.
"Brooke?"
"No. I said goodnight." I say turning around and falling asleep.
Something poking my sides woke me up. I open my eyes to see harry, shirtless, kneeling down in front of me.
"What?" I ask.
"I can't sleep." He says.
"Just close your eyes."
"No. I don't like being alone." He says, voice small.
I groan and sigh. "God harry." I say looking at him. "Fine, come here." I say opening the blanket. He climbs in top of me and I cover us with the blanket. "Better?"
"Much better." He says nuzzling his face into my neck.
"You're just going to leave him here?" Abby asks.
"We need milk. My entire family drinks it, plus he isn't waking up anytime soon." I say looking at harry snuggled into the couch.
"Okay let's go."
Abby and I walk the groceries inside. Once I enter my house I see harry on my couch, hyperventilating.
"Jesus harry." I say putting the groceries down and running over to him. "What's wrong?"
"I woke up...and... And you weren't here." He breathes.
"I'm here now, I'm sorry, I thought you would still be asleep."
"I thought you left me.." His voice cracks.
I cup his face. "I'll never leave you." I take the risk, and I kiss harry. He responds immediately by putting his hands on my waist, pushing me back onto the couch. He pulls away first and rests his forehead on mine.
"I'm sorry." He says.
"I'm sorry I blew on you."
"I'm sorry I was a jerk."
"It's okay." I say kissing him once again. I pull away and he rests his forehead on mine once again.
"Okay Brooke here are your gatorades and dori-fuck! Sorry guys! I'll go, um, sorry."
Abby says going back outside.
"Nothing was happening abs."
'I don't believe you!" She screams from outside.
"I'd never let that happen."
