Bully Harry Styles

13

My whole body is frozen and I can't  move a muscle. What is Harry doing? He couldn't possibly defent me. My mum comes rushing over to me and I almost forgot she was still here. Why wasn't she helpin? Why wasn't anyone helping?

The whole scene has catched the attion of almost everyone and several eyes are starring at Harry and the man as if they're watching a movie.

I look over to Harry on top of the guy, hitting him in the face. Swing after swing the male seems more lifeless and finally something snaps in me and I run over to them. I grab Harry's arm and try to pull him away but it's no use. Right now it seems like he is in his own world.

"Please stop, Harry", I beg.

He stops what he is doing and turns around.

"Zoe? What are you doing here?", he asks me in disbelieve.

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you seen what just happened?"

"Yes, of course I have.",the color drains from his face. What is wrong with him? "Harry, you have to stand up and we have to leave." I try to keep my tone as soft as possible but I feel like screaming with my heart rapidly hammering against my rip cage.

I pull him up from the unconscious body lying under him.

"Please, somene call and ambulance for him", I say, metioning to the lying figure on the floor. He was an ass towards me but I still feel so sorry for him.

I drag Harry by his arm out of the mall, with him starring at me the entire time and my mum tagging along behind us.

"Can we drop Harry off at his house, mom?", I ask my mother.

"No", Harry barks in. "I don't want my mother to know that I got in a another fight", he says and looks at the floor. Another fight? Yeah, I know Harry is a bad Boy but how many times has something like this already happened? What even was that back there?

"Oh, sweetie, how about I drop you both off at your house and I take Anne back to our house? We won't tell her anything about this".

Sweetie? My mother just saw him, beating a guy to almost death and she still calls him sweetie. Is everyone out of their damn mind today? 

Harry looks over to me for a short moment and I see a hin of sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah, thank you mrs Dunkin".

She just smiles at him.

Why is he sad? A few moments ago he was a complete jerk when he said the most hurtful words to me, then the hate turned into anger when he beat that guy and now he is sad. Definitley bipolar.

We arrive at Harry's house and my mom takes Anne out to the car before she can even have a word in this and I can't stop looking at the beautiful woman without thinking about how much she probably  had to handle with.

Harry shuts the door and looks at me. Is he wanting me to speak up? Not gonna happen, I don't even wanna be in the same room as him right now. What he said to me at the mal still replies over and over in my head and I know that it's gonna haunt me for a while now.

"Zoe, say something", he pleads and his voice is soft. It feels like the mask he had on, that I thought about earlier, is now ripped of. Maybe I should take the moment to get something out of him? Reasons and explainations for all of this. He is still starring at me with his green eyes boring into me and I finally pull myself together.

"Why did you hit him?", I ask, scared to know the answer.

"He shoved you.", his answer is simple. He is holding back so many things.

"I can deal with it. I've done it before".

"What? Something like this already happened to you? Who was it? It wasn't your dad, was it? You told me about him being a drunk addicted dipshit but you never said something about him being abusive towards you.", he looks worried and I laugh.

I start laughing, a cold hearted, fake laugh. His eyebrows furrow together and for a moment I feel sorry for laughing at him like this but at the same time I'm so damn mad at him.

"You can't be serious right now. My dad was never abusive towards me and neither has anyone else expect from you.", I tell him and his face falls to the ground. "You seriously haven't forgotten about the times you made my life a living hell, what you still do", his eyes shoot up to meet mine but I continue "but that's not the point. The whole point in all of this is that you almost blamed my father on this and that you beat a innocent guy."

"He wasn't fucking innocent, Zoe!", his voice is loud and his the beautiful green in his eyes that I barley get to see turned dark.

"It doesn't matter, it was still my situation to handle with and I don't need your help, Harry!", I shoot back. I don't like fighting and I don't like shouting at each other but at the moment it feels like this is the only way to get it into his head that I don't need him.

"Who knows what he would've done next to you! I just tried to protect you", he takes a step closer to me.

"Today you try to protect me and tomorrow I'm shit under you boot again! And I don't need you to protect me from anyone. I only need to be protected from you!", I scream him.

I'm sure my face is red like a tomato because I'm so angry. My chest rises and falls and so does his. He looks to the side. I really hope he is ashamed to look at me because he deserves it. His eyes glimmer and the adoring green is back. Are those tears in his eyes? He swallows.

 "I'm sorry".

He walks past me to the front door and leaves. Just like that he is gone. Did he just apologize to me?

My head feels dizzy and I don't have a clue what to do right now. Run after him? Call his mum? I don't know the way back to my house so I can't walk home either. I dial my mum's number but she doesn't pick up. Damn it.

It's already nine o'clock so I just decide to lay on the couch and try to fall asleep in the hope, someone's gonna come and take me home. Wheter home means my own house or just someone's arms.