Run From the Demons 2 (Sequel)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Louis, Niall and I stayed with Cali for a bit, me just letting her cry a little into my arm. Louis and Niall sort of just sat there awkwardly, occasionally patting her shoulder while trying to comfort her. They didn’t exactly know her that well, but I knew her better so they let me do most of the comforting, since her a** of an ex-boyfriend doesn’t have a heart anymore. Harry seemed fine last night, but now after he tried to rape her, he seems like that jerk he was starting to become a few days ago. I have no idea why he suddenly decided to start acting like that jerk again, but I really hope we can figure it out soon se we can stop it once and for all, because if Harry is like this when the boys go on tour with him, it will really suck for them. It won’t be a fun tour for them.

I held Cali in my arms for a while when I suddenly remembered that she still must be in pain from what Harry did to her. I gently pull away from her and take a good look at her. Her hair was now in a loose ponytail due to the fact that Harry pulled her ponytail earlier before banging her head in to the wall. There was also a small bump on her head from that. She had a dark hand print on her left cheek, but I don’t think it would bruise luckily. We don’t need the fans seeing what Harry had done to her. She also had a cut on her lip and there was a small amount of dried blood under her nose, stopping just above her lip. Her eyes were slightly red and a tiny bit puffy from crying, along with her skin being pale as well. 

I frowned and Cali ruffled her eyebrows together. “What? Is it that bad?” Cali asks worriedly. I sigh and shake my head.

“No. There luckily won’t be any bruises. You just have a cut lip and a bump on your head. The hand print should fade in an hour or so and we can wash off the dried blood under your nose.” I answer. Cali nods and pulls her hair out of the ponytail and ties it back into a new one.

“I still can’t believe him…” Cali trailed off, hurt in her tone of voice. 

“I know, he’s being a real ignorant d*ck once again.” I say. Cali sighs and lies back onto the bed. I feel really bad for her because Harry isn’t usually like this. He treats his girlfriend fairly; at least he used to.

Zayn’s P.O.V

Liam and I dragged Harry away and into the kitchen. I hear Alexis shouting at Louis, telling him to let her go. I also hear him shout something back at her before footsteps going up the stairs. Harry is squirming around in me and Liam’s grip, trying to break free of us. We weren’t letting him go that easily. I was gripping his right arm tightly while Liam had Harry’s left arm. He was kicking his legs, moving his arms around so he could try to break free. He twisted and turned, trying so hard to get lose, but Liam and I managed to keep a good grip on him. We weren’t going to let him go after what he had just done to Cali and Alexis. No way in hell was we going to allow that to happen with Harry and any other girl again. It just isn’t like him.

We struggled a lot but we managed to drag him into the kitchen and hold him there. He shouted profanities at us, telling us to let go of him or we would regret it. It kind of freaked me out a little but we ignored it. We weren’t going to let him scare us into letting him go. We probably were standing in the kitchen for two minutes, holding Harry back as he struggled even harder than before, making our grip on him tighten. Harry is pretty strong, and always has been. 

“LET ME GO!” He shouts, his voice bouncing off the walls.

“No Harry!” Liam replies firmly, his voice coming out hard and stern.

Harry struggled once again, trying to hit us a few times, but luckily we managed to prevent him from doing that to us. After another minute or so he gave up, letting out a groan of frustration. “F*CK!” He shouted.

“Do you give up?” I asked, my voice coming out sternly.

“Whatever,” Harry growled. Liam and I shared a look before Liam nodded and we both let go of Harry’s arms, letting him stand up straight. He turned around at us, curls sticking to the sweat on his forehead from all the struggling. His eyes were narrowed into slits has he glared at us, his eyes and face darkening a little. I raise an eyebrow up at him, but Harry just scoffs and sits down on one of the barstools at the island. He cracks his knuckles quietly, clenching his fists afterwards.