Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19.

The tears were still flowing freely down my face as I called Harry. After a few rings, he answered.

"Elle?" He answered, sounding confused.

"H-harry, can you come back? P-please?" I stuttered, my voice quivering from my sobs. 

"I'll be there in 5," he said, before abruptly hanging up.

My hand immedietly made its way up to my cheek. I could still feel the sting where Peirce's hand had lashed onto me. He has never touched me like this before, or even yelled at me for that matter. Peirce was always loving, always caring about how I felt. 

Just like he had promised, Harry barged in through my unlocked door. He stopped in his tracks once he saw me lying on the floor, my hand still cupping my cheek.

"Elle? What the fuck happened?" Harry asked, kneeling next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close to him, so he was cradling me in his arms. That's how Harry got a good view of my face. "Did he do this to you?" He exclaimed. 

I only nodded. I cried harder than I was before, if that was even possible. Harry only pulled me closer, burrying his face into my hair.

HARRY'S POV

I couldn't believe that...that bastard would touch Elle like that. My Elle. We may not be together, and she may not feel the same way towards me that I do for her, but I know we have some sort of emotional connection with each other.

"What are you going to do?" I asked her. 

"I-I don't know." she said.

"Well you're going to break up with him, right?"

"No." She said firmly.

"What? Why?" I asked. "He fucking hit you, Elle."

"It was a mistake, Harry. I need to forgive him."

I stood up from the floor, appalled, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked, sounding hurt and scared. I just wanted to sit back down next to her, hold her close, and tell her everything would be okay. But there was something I needed to do.

"I'm going to go find him."

"What? Harry, no, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" She quickly stood up from the floor, wiping away her tears. She still looked like a train wreck. And there was no way I was letting something like this just slide by.

"Fucking bullshit, Elise," I said, opening the door, and leaving. I almost ran down the stairs to get to my car.

As I started my car and started driving, I weighed my options. I could call the police for domestic violence. That wasn't a good idea, though, seeing as how the police and I weren't exactly on good terms. I could try to have a civil conversation with him, and tell him to never touch Elle like that ever again, or any girl for that matter. Or I could kill him.

Personally, I liked the last option the best. But I knew Elle would never forgive me if I did that, and I could never get away with killing another person. 

I almost lost controll of the car when I slammed on the breaks. Walking on the sidewalk by himself with his hood up and head down was none other than Peirce Sanders himself. I pulled the car over to the curb, and climbed out. 

"So, you think it's cool now to hit your girlfriend?" I said loudly, once I was about ten feet behind him. He spun around and faced me with wide eyes.

"How did you-" he started.

"She called me, Sanders. I found her on the floor with a big red mark on her face where your hand touched her." I shouted, walking up to him until I was in his face. "You hit her, you hit my Elle!"

Peirce chuckled lowly. "Hate to break it to you, man, but she isn't 'your Elle'. She's mine." I scowelled at him. "Besides, what would she want with someone like you?" He said, gesturing to all my tattoos. 

"Shut up," I growled at him. 

"Elle is too...innocent for a person like you. She would never like you. So maybe you should stick to your little skanks that hang around you and leave my girlfriend alone."

Before I even processed what I was doing, I pounced on him, and knocked him to the ground. I leaned over him, punching his face with every ounce of anger and hatred I had for him. He got a few good punches in, too. 

After several minutes of this going on, both of us getting out our hatred for one another, Peirce ran away from where we are, his face gushing from the blood. My nose and lip was bleeding, and I had a few cuts on my face. 

As I drove back to Elle's dorm, I couldn't stop thinking about what Peirce had said. Would Elle really never want me? Was I not good for her?

All I knew is that Elle was going to freak when she saw my face.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who's been reading, commenting, voting, etc :) This was just a quick update, because I was bored, and this story is really starting to take off! I hope everyone's having a great summer break so far!

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