"Why are you here?!" Preston asks, nearly screaming.
"Where is she?" Blake asks.
"She's not here, so just get out!" Preston screams.
"Stop lying, Preston!" Blake screams back.
"Oh my god," I whisper, looking at Harry.
"Who's that?" Harry asks.
"My ex," I mumble.
"She's in the den, isn't she?!" Blake screams, running into the den.
"Blake," I say, standing up. I don't know what else to say.
"You, come here," he says.
I shake my head, hesitantly.
"Excuse me?" He remarks.
"I said no." I say, standing my ground.
"Well, don't act like you could outrun me or something along the lines with your foot like that!" He says, smirking.
I start shaking. "Blake, please leave."
"No." He responds.
"Yes." Preston says, standing behind Blake.
"Ooh, I'm so scared of PRESTON. Yeah, I got out of jail yesterday. I was housed with murderers, don't act like I'm weak," Blake says.
"Oh, soon enough I'll be a murderer," Harry says, standing up.
"Oh boy, pretty boy band member gonna beat me up? Please, do show how," Blake responds, teasingly.
Preston grabs Blake by the arm and shoves him to the ground. In the next instant Harry picks me up and carries me to my pickup truck, putting me in the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry, I needed to get you out of there so he didn't hurt you..." Harry says, getting into the driver seat.
He starts driving, I don't think we are going anywhere, just going for a ride.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
I nod lightly.
We drive to the park, which isn't a good thing because it's a public place. Just thankfully it isn't overwhelmed with people.
"Wait but what if Blake hurts my brother?!" I say, starting to worry.
"He won't," Harry says.
"No we need to go back! Harry bring me back!" I say, turning the truck on.
"No, I don't want you getting hurt," he says, grabbing my hand.
"Harry, bring me back!" I say, pulling my hand away.
"Cole, it's not safe for you to be there by what I hear, he's fine don't worry!" Harry says.
"I can't let him fight alone! I don't want him hurt, he's my best friend!" I scream, nearly crying.
"We can stop by, but we are NOT staying there, you're my life so I'm not losing you!" Harry nearly screams.
We arrive at the house and see Blake is gone.
"Where is he?!" I ask, leaping into a giant hug in Preston's arms.
"I brought out the gun and threatened him.. Of course I'd never use it," he says.
I cry into his shoulder.
"Why are you crying?" He asks.
"I'm scared," I admit.

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Live While We're Young
ФанфикWarning, I wrote this story when I was twelve, with the help of my other twelve year old pals.