THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

Harry's mind is all fuzzy and cloudy after drinking so much but unfortunately the memories which he wanted to erase from his mind are still fresh. It's the only thing Harry's thinking about. The pictures running in front of his eyes over and over again as he sits all alone on the dimly lit pavement, waiting for the arrival of the person whose the reason behind his current condition.

The sound of car engine sounds in Harry's ears but he doesn't bother to look up. However when the bright head lights cause him to go blind for a few seconds, Harry feels his anger heightening up as he shields his eyes from the light with the help of his hand while standing up clumsily.

For a mere second the thoughts about his girlfriend disappears from his head as he takes a step towards the car that has stopped only a few inches away from him, ready to take the anger out on the person who has gotten him all annoyed and even more worked up than he already was.

Harry watches with blurry eyes as a man climbs out of the car, taking out his phone and tapping his thumb on to the screen a couple of times before he looks up and around before his eyes land on Harry's figure. It takes sometime for Harry to recognize the man but when he does, he stops in the middle of his tracks.

His breathing rate picking up and his heart starts to thump loudly in his chest as his hands curl up into tight fists. Harry closes his eyes momentarily, trying to maintain his composure. He doesn't want to fight. No. He wants answers, he needs the truth.

Soon enough Josh closes the distance between them, standing only a few inches away from Harry's rigid body. Both of them stare at each other without uttering a single word, the atmosphere around them is tense and both are lost in their own thoughts.

Harry's surprised by the hatred he's feeling towards his brother, whom he loved so much. The person he trusted blindly and did whatever he had ever asked him to do, no questions asked.

Josh on the other hand is buzzing after witnessing the current condition of his brother. He knows that he's close to achieving what he's always wanted. His plan is working smoothly and he's proud of himself because of it. But he's good at keeping all his hatred hidden underneath the mask of a loving, caring brother.

"Harry." Josh speaks up first, making himself sound all worried and concerned.

Taking another step in Harry's direction, he places a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. Harry inhales sharply at the contact, gritting his teeth together as he pushes the hand away from his shoulder and takes a step back, all the while glaring openly at his brother.

"Don't you fucking dare touch me." Harry mutters with a growl, shivering slightly as the cold wind seeps through his thin shirt.

"What's up, boy? C'mon, lets get you home." Josh states making it seem like he's oblivious of what's got Harry all angry.

Harry lets out a loud, emotionlesslaugh at Josh's words, shaking his head as he takes a few more steps away from Josh and sits down on the same place he was previously occupying.

"Don't fucking play with me, Josh. Just quit it." Harry says through his teeth, the way his hands shake on his sides making it very clear that he's trying to control his anger.

Josh frowns at his brother's words. Although he knows what Harry's talking about he pretends like he doesn't.

"You're drunk, Harry. C'mon, I bet Stella's waiting for you to come back. Bet she's worried sick." Josh states, fully aware that Stella's name will make him even more angry and unstable.

"Don't fucking take her name." Harry screams, abruptly standing up from the concrete and within seconds he's got Josh pinned to the nearest wall, his shirt fisted in both of Harry's hand.