Shades Of Styles

He beats a guy up

"Harry! What the hell happened to you!?" I shout at him as I watch him come into the house bruised, beaten and bloody. 

"I kind of got in...a fight..." He wipes under his nose the blood pouring from it but more comes out. 

"About what" 

"More like...about who" he sits down. 

"Who then?" I shout. 

"You" he coughs, blood splattering on his hand. 

"What are you talking about?! Me? What about me?" I sit down next to him. 

"This guy, I heard him talking about you..." 

Harry's pov 

"So yeah...that (y/n) chick, she's dating Harry" I hear someone say from a few meters away. I walk closer but hid behind a wall so they can't see me. 

"Not after I get done with her" he laughs. My anger starts to boil in the pit of my stomach. 

"Oh, you're going to bone" the other guy laughs. 

"Fuck yeah, that girl is fine. The things I would do to her, if I ever catch that bitch alone...instantly I'll have her on all fours begging for more" he howls. I instantly jump at him, all my anger and rage towards what he just said fueling me to kill him. I hit him in the face  a few times before he can realize what's going on. His friend pulls me off of him and holds me back. Right as the first guy is getting up I head butt the guy holding me and throw four or five more punches. Unfortunately the second guy gets up and and pushes me to the ground. He begins kicking me and so does the first guy. He picks me up and slams me against the wall, before I have time to react he starts hitting me. The second guy comes up and starts doing it too. When they stop I slide to the ground and they look down at me. 

"Fuck you!" I shout. 

"No but we will be fucking your bitch while you lay here to die" the first guy says and then spits on me.  I angrily pull myself up. The second guy walks in an opposite direction as the first guy. I wait long enough until the second guy is gone. I jump at the first guy attacking him way worse then before. I push him to the ground and pound into his face. Blood covers my hands as I hit him, each time harder then the last. Before I know it, the guy is barley making an attempt to get from under me. I stand up, spit on him and walk away wiping the blood from my lip. 

"Harry! Why would you do that?!" She shouts. 

"I couldn't let them talk about taking you away from me...with their smug smiles" I tell her. "If you could only feel how angry I am! You would understand!" I groan. 

"No...Harry I see it and I understand" she nods. "I just wish you didn't get hurt as bad" She goes to the bathroom and then comes back with a few tissues and rubbing alcohol. She starts tending to my wond carefully and I wince at the pain. 

"That should be good" she sighs setting the bloody tissues down. "Please Harry...just don't do this again." 

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it. If people are talking about you...I just! Ugh" I groan loudly. 

"Harry" she orders, pulling my chin up to look at her. "I don't want to see you like this again...please" tears brimming in her eyes. 

"Okay..." I cough. I can't stand to see her like that. 

"Thank you" she smiles and presses her lips to mine.