Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20.

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ELLE POV

I paced around my empty dorm room, waiting for Harry to return. I didn't know why I was so scared for him. I know Harry can take care of himself. I just didn't want Harry or Peirce to go to far.

After what felt like a million years, Harry walked inside my dorm, closing the door behind him. I gasped when I saw his face. There was blood dripping from his nose and lip, and there were cuts along his jaw and cheek.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked, walking over quickly and taking his face in my hands.

"I'm fine," he said, shrugging out of my hold.

"Where's Peirce? Is he okay? Is he hurt?" 

"I don't fucking know," Harry snapped.

"Are you-" 

"I'm fine," he cut me off.

"D-did you at least hit him?" I asked. I know it was wrong, but I really wanted Peirce to feel the way I felt when his hand lashed against my face.

A small smile played along Harry's lips. "I pounded his pathetic little face. This is nothing compared to his," he said, gesturing to his busted lip and bloody nose.

I giggled nervously.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, his hand reaching up to brush against my cheek. I flinched when his skin made contact with mine, and he recoiled his touch. "I'll be right back," he said, jumping up from my bed. He was out the door before I could say anything else.

I was terrified with Harry gone. I was terrified that he would come back, and I would be alone, defensless. I hated to say it, but I needed Harry. A few minutes later, Harry walked back into the room with a wet washcloth in his hand.

"Is that for your face?" I asked, pondering aloud. 

"No, my face can wait. It's for yours." He walked up and held the cold, wet washcloth on my cheek. It instantly started to soothe it. 

"How bad is it?" I asked. I haven't seen my face in the mirror at all tonight yet. 

Harry hesitated before answering. "I, er, think it's going to leave a pretty nasty mark."

I hung my head at his words. What was I going to tell people? I couldn't just say it was Peirce that gave it to me. Harry wrapped his arms around me, and held me close. He burried his face into my hair, and I let a few sobs escape. It amazed me that I wasn't out of tears yet from all the crying I did tonight.

"Shh, Elle, it's okay. I won't let him touch you again." 

"Don't leave me," I mumbled into Harry's chest. 

"Never." We sat entangled in each other's hold, neither of us daring to say anything. Finally, I break the silence.

"What if he comes back tonight?"

"You can sleep at my dorm with me tonight?" he said, but it came out as more of a question. I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"I won't let anyone ever hurt you again, I promise," he rubbed his hands up my back. I nodded my head.

"What about Brooke?" I asked, remembering my roomate that may or may not come home tonight. 

"Brooke's tough. She can put up a pretty good fight," Harry said. "Let's get going." I grabbed my backpack, and a change of clothes for tomorrow, so I could go straight to class in the morning. 

We walked out to Harry's car, and drove the short distance to Harry's building. Once we got there, we hurried inside, since it was starting to drip with rain. We walked up to where Harry's room was located.

Standing outside Harry's door was the last person I wanted to see right now. Okay, that was an exageration. The point is, I didn't want to have to deal with Bree right now.

"Hey, Harry," she said in her annoying little voice.

"What the hell do you want?" He snapped at her, while he pulled his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. 

"I needed to talk to you about something. It's important," she whined at him. 

"It can fucking wait, Bree."

She looked over and noticed my standing somewhat behind Harry. "What the actual fuck is she doing here?" Bree spat at me. 

"That's none of your fucking business. Now leave," he said to her forcefully. She just shrugged her shoulders and walked off, shooting my daggers as she did so. 

"God, I fucking hate her," Harry said, once we were in his room.

"But aren't you two friends?" I asked. 

"We're friends with the same people. There's a difference Elise."

"But haven't you two-"

"I don't want to talk about her!" Harry snapped. He saw me flinch at his outburst, and walked towards me, engulfing me in his arms. He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. 

HARRY'S POV

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Elle asked, setting her bag down. 

"On the bed, with me," I shrugged. "Is there something wrong with that?" The last thing I wanted was for Elle to feel uncomfortable around me. I wanted to protect her, to keep her safe. From him. 

She shook her head, before taking her shoes off, and laying down in bed. 

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" I asked, seeing as how she was still in her day clothes. 

"Well I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" I walked over to my drawers in my dresser and pulled out one of my shirts. It was black, and spelled out 'Teenage Runaway' on the front. I tossed it at Elle, and she looked at it, not really knowing what to do with it.

"Get in your underwear, then throw it on top. It's long, so it should reach below your bum," I said, smirking at her. I stripped down to my black boxers, and climbed under the covers.

"Don't peek," she said, unbuttoning her pants. I chuckled, and put my hands over my face. "Done." She said, and I opened my eyes. She looked unbelievably sexy wearing nothing but my shirt. I was correct about the length, since it reached about halfway down her thighs. I shifted uncomfortably in bed, trying to unsuccesfuly hide my hard on. Elle blushed a crimson red, when she noticed the tightness in my boxers. She lied down in the bed, and I pulled her close to me. I turned the lamp next to my bed off, and we were engulfed in darkness.

"Goodnight, Harry," she said, burrying her face into my chest.

"Wait, Elle?" I asked.

"Hmm?" I know she is about to fall asleep any minute.

"Why won't you break up with him? F-for me?" 

"Because, you don't date, Harry. And I'm in love with Peirce," she mumbled quietly, her breathing evening out. I knew she was still asleep, but I replied to her anyway.

"I want to change, for you."