Not part of the plan.

Trouble - Chapter 10

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Soon after Jess left I flipped on the tv and watched movie after movie. I made popcorn and laid in bed. I wasn't really watching the movies but they were keeping me company. Soon after I finished my third bowl of popcorn I passed out.

At 3:27 I was woken by my phone buzzing nonstop. I looked at the screen and didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" I answered rubbing my eyes. "Ryan.." the person on the other line barely whispered. "Who's this?" "It's Harry baby, I need you.". His words were slurred. "Harry how'd you get my number?" "Never mind that, I need you." he was drunk. "Where are you?". I began getting dressed pulling jeans up my legs and throwing a t-shirt over my head. "I'm at a bar, come have a drink with.. what the fuck are you doing you prick, get the fuck off me.." I stopped and listened. There was shuffling in the back then a loud crash. "Harry where are you?" I began to gather my things quicker.

"Find me Ryan." the call ended. I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I don't know why I was doing this I was still beyond pissed at him but he sounded like he was in trouble. Why did he call me? He probably didn't, maybe he called Jess and Niall before me and they just didn't answer. Right? He wouldn't call me. None of this mattered I still had no idea where he was or if I was even going to be able to help.

I drove slow by the only two bars in town I know of scanning their parking lots for Harry's car. I kept driving through town when I noticed a man walking, no, stumbling down the road. He was for sure wasted. I looked down the road that he came from and sure enough a little sign said "BAR" on the side of the road. I pulled into the parking lot and jogged up to the door.

The smell of liquor was strong when I walked in the door, I scanned the crowd for a mop of brown hair but I didn't need to. "You bastard!" there he was. I made my way to the back of the bar and spotted Harry screaming at another guy who seemed quite angry. "I told you not to come here Styles but look at your drunk pathetic ass, I almost feel bad for kicking you out, then again fuck you." Harry laughed and took another sip of his drink. The man took a step towards Harry and before I knew what was happening he was on top of Harry throwing punches left and right. "Harry!" I screamed. The man stopped and looked at me,"Is this your girlfrie.." he couldn't finish before Harry had flipped him on his back throwing punch after punch at the guys face. He was going to kill this man if I didn't stop him. I ran to Harry and grabbed his arm. "Harry stop!" I was pulling as hard as I could but he wasn't budging.

"Harry please.. oh fuck." Harry swung back and knocked me in the face. I fell back on the floor and grabbed my face. I felt a cool liquid running down my chin so of course when I pulled my hand away I was left with a bloody palm. Harry stopped and rushed to me, "Ryan, I'm sorry are you okay? Let's get out of here." Harry picked me up by my arm and hurried me out of the bar. I took one last glance at the guy he had previously been beating the life out of and saw him roll over coughing up blood. "Harry that guy.." "Shh, we gotta get out of here."

Harry was still drunk and pretty beaten up so when we got to my car I hopped in the drivers seat. "Where do you live Harry" I needed to take him home then I'd head back to the dorms. "It's right around the corner." He mumbled. When I looked over at him I noticed the blood poring down his face. "Should I take you to the hospital?" "No, I have stuff at the house." I felt bad. He was really beat up.

I pulled up to Harry's driveway and waited for him to step out. "Are you coming?" he asked after stepping half way out of the car. "Um, yeah sure." I turned the car off and walked up to the house with him. He struggled with the keys in the door so I took them and slid them into the lock, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

His house was way cleaner than I had imagined it looked really nice. He walked down a small hall off of the kitchen and opened the door to what I assumed was the bathroom. I followed him to the tiny room and waited in the doorway. Harry pulled out a small box and struggled with opening it. I gently pushed him aside and open the box.
I wet the towel that was laying on the counter. "Sit." I demanded. Without arguing he sat on the toilet seat and waited. I dabbed the wet cloth on his wound "Ow fuck Ryan." "Sorry" I cleaned up the rest of the blood on his face and placed a bandaid on his brow. I grabbed his hands and ran them under the cool water. "All done." I said. He smiled then frowned. "Your turn."

He swapped spots with me then grabbed a new towel. He ran it under the water and dabbed my lip. I studied his face while he did, he was so concentrated and careful it was kind of..cute.

He looked up at me and frowned, "I'm sorry Ryan, I really am." "It's okay" I gave Harry a small smile and he returned the gesture. "I'm starving, let's eat." Harry walked out of the bathroom and I followed. "Harry I think I'm gonna head back to the dorms now that you're okay and all." He turned from the fridge and looked at me. "No, stay." "Harry I have.." "Please" I didn't know what to do so I sighed and sat at the stool looking into the kitchen. Harry smiled and turned back to the fridge grabbing the milk. "Cereal?" he held the milk and cereal and looked at me with a goofy grin. "Sure."

After eating our cereal and watching three episodes of Family Guy it was almost 5 in the morning. "Harry I really need to get back to the dorms." I said standing from the couch. "No you don't." "Yes, I do I have classes in the morning." "Skip them." This boy was stubborn. "It's the second day of classes Harry I can't skip them." He looked down. "One more episode?" He asked. "Fine." I sat back down while he selected the next episode.

My eyes began to grow heavy and before I knew it I was out.

There will be a second part to this chapter it was just getting really long. Thank you guys for reading, vote and comment!