All My Love

Chapter 21

**TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Assault**

| Harry |

I feel like I'm about to explode from the amount of anger that's building the fuck up inside of me right now. Seeing Becca walk out back with that prick makes my blood boil from how bad I want to bash his skull in. Obviously, Becca did not want to be touched but the piece of shit didn't stop until she could get away. It pisses me off so much that I was between the thighs of Stella and not there to protect her. I don't know why I care so much, but I do. I hate that I keep pretending I shouldn't.

Becca clearly needs me to be there for her and I understand that, I mean I was the one who took her virginity. Of course there's going to be that kind of bond between us where I'll always care for her, no matter what. She doesn't think I do but she literally has no idea how much I care for her and want the best for her. I'm with Stella, yeah, don't even ask about this whole situation because half the time I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with her. I like her, she's cool and everything but she's not Becca. It's all about the clingy trait that girls have, it's like Becca has no intent to want to be by my side twenty-four-seven. Now Stella, she hasn't left my side the night she took me in her room after taking me away from Becca. As much as I didn't want to fuck her when Becca was in the other room, I still did it anyways. I get it, she doesn't like me fucking her friend but shit it's nice to have someone different every once in awhile. We aren't an exclusive friends with benefits or anything so I can fuck whoever I please. Except a couple days ago, when she told me she hooked up with someone, I felt kind of.. Weird. It's like I was jealous that someone else touched her. It only made me think about how I haven't touched her in weeks. Stella's skin isn't as soft or warm as hers. She doesn't have the fuckable lips or the dick twitching curves that Becca has. Every girl is different, I know, but Becca is probably hands down the best sex partner I've ever had. Which is probably because I taught her everything she knows.

"Harry!" Stella yells at me out of my thoughts and I bring my eyes to hers. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks, putting her hand on her hip with attitude.

"No, sorry." I tell her and my eyes go back to the back door. I'm getting antsy that they haven't come back in yet and it's only giving me a shitty mental image on what could be happening again. I don't understand how Becca can make such a stupid decision to go outside away from so many people alone with him.

"What's wrong?" Stella lays her hands on my chest and I take a deep breath, trying to keep my focus on the short blonde.

"I'm just worried that Luke is trying something on Becca again." I say and she brings her eyebrows together.

"Why? Who cares? She could use a night of getting laid, she's been bitter as fuck."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even know what happened a couple weeks ago? Our best friend got groped by Luke and he wouldn't stop when she told him to. If she didn't get away, she could've been raped." I start raising my voice and roll my eyes at the person I'm supposedly dating and walk away. I'm not going to stand here in the middle of the dance floor while my friend is outside with a shitty guy that tried something with her before.

"Harry!" I hear Stella yell but I keep my eyes focused on the glass doors that leads to the back patio. Purple and orange lights radiating their way through the glass. I push open the doors and scan the area, not seeing any other body in sight besides some tool dressed in a hotdog suit, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh hey man." Michael turns around, being the tool in the suit, but I ignore him as I hear faint voices and continue to walk towards them.

"Luke, I.. You're my friend." I hear Becca speak and for some reason my heart drops from the sound of her voice. "Seriously." She breathes out harshly and I start rushing looking between bushes before I finally see Luke's lips all over Becca's neck.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yell as I make my way up towards the two of them. Becca's eyes shoot over my way but I'm not focusing on her right now. My main focus is to beat the shit out of this guy who I thought was our friend. "Again? You're really trying with her again?" I ask in an unbelievable laugh and shove Luke away from Becca.

"Harry—" Becca starts but I stop her before she can start protesting and defending this piece of shit.

"—You're one sick bastard Luke." I shove at him again and watch as the scrawny boy almost falls over. I grab him by the tie of his stupid ass cape and pull him towards me. "Do I really need to beat the shit out of you to make you realize when a girl says no, it means no?"

| Becca |

I stand there with tears in my eyes as I watch Harry keep ahold of Luke. It's my own stupidity for believing Luke in the first place. He apologized and not even five minutes later he's trying to kiss me.

Out of nowhere Harry's fist flies from behind him, knocking Luke to the ground. I jump at the action and bite my lip to keep myself from letting the tears actually fall. I can't believe this is already happening and I haven't been here for an hour. This is my favorite holiday and I'm causing a fight.

"Come here." Harry's voice sharp as he passes me between the bushes up to the concrete. I look over at Luke who's sitting up on his elbow, wiping his bloody lip before making my way to stand in front of Harry. "I'm only going to tell you this once—" He begins and I nod, holding onto my arm while I look down at my shoes. "—Look at me—" Harry demands softly and my eyes lock with his. "—Okay, first, stop crying." His voice lowers into a whisper within a blink of an eye and steps forward, bringing the pad of his thumb to the left side of my face where it's seen. I sniff and wipe the rest away and cross my arms, waiting to hear what Harry has to say.

"I'm s—"

"—No, don't be sorry. It is not your fault." Harry informs me and I open my mouth to speak but he shakes his head, interjecting. "No. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Yes I do, I just got here and you're already throwing punches." I manage to get out and feel the burning in my eyes, warning me to get ready for the waterfall.

"It's what I'm here for." Harry tells me and I tilt my head to the side, wondering what he means by that. "I'm being there for you. I'll punch twenty-five more guys here for you if I have to. I don't want you feeling like you're less than what you are." He adds and as I stand here, staring at this guy I've been best friends with for a few years, it finally hits me.

"Harry—" I begin, taking a deep breath. He raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms and positioning himself on his feet while he waits for me to continue. "—I think I'm—"

"—Harry, your girlfriend is about to get thrown out because she's trying to get drinks!" Louis interrupts me by yelling from the door. Harry looks back and then at me before excusing himself to attend his supposed girlfriend, my roommate, my best friend.

"—In love with you." I whisper to myself, but at him, before crouching down and putting my face into my hands.