The Protective Heart ✔️

2. Protecting her from the creep...again

A/N: Pic of Declan up above! :D

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I had way too many drinks to count and was barely walking at this point.

Son of a bitch thinks he can come save the damsel in distress and have his way with me. God, I hate men.

"Come dance with me!" Bridget's voice rang in my ears as I focused on her face. She was just as drunk as I was, if not more. I let her drag me back to the dance floor. We ground on each other as the guys around us drooled. One of them dared to get close to Bridget to feel her up but I slapped his hand as hard as I could away from her and then gave him my best death glare. It was enough to scare him away and for no one else to come near us. I looked over at Bailey who was sitting at the bar talking to a girl with short blonde hair. She looked like she was enjoying herself. I smiled at her and then turned my attention back to Bridget, who's dress was starting to hike up. I leaned over and pulled her dress back down to an appropriate length as she glared at me.

"God, quit being my mom and have fun with me!" She scolded. I laughed and then started dancing with her again. I watched as a man put his hand on Bridget's shoulder. I was about to push him away but she went with him gladly, leaving me alone, dancing by myself. I sighed but then continued dancing. I knew how to have fun by myself. I didn't need anyone to make me happy, I made myself happy. I smiled as I brought my hands up to my hair and swayed my hips to the music.

Suddenly, I didn't feel so good and I needed some fresh air. I rushed to the nearest exit, quickly opened the door and breathed in the fresh air. I put my back against the cold brick wall, closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I faintly realized I was in an alleyway.

"So you changed your mind?" A gruff voice that I recognized came from beside me. My body tensed up and I looked over to see the burley man from the dance floor stumbling towards me.

Oh hell to the no.

I felt my anger rise and I got ready for a fight. He smirked sloppily at me before he swung his fist towards me. I ducked, easily dodging his blow as he went flying into the the wall from his momentum. He stood back up and then came at me again.

The next thing I knew, the door to the club was flung open and the man with the mismatched eyes was pummeling the man that had been attacking me. Stunned, I stood there for a moment before reacting. Finally, I came to my senses and realized if he kept hitting this guy, he would die. I rushed over and swiftly pulled him off of the unconscious man.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You're going to kill him!" I yelled. He turned his head and his beautiful eyes caught mine. He held my gaze for a moment before looking back at the man on the ground. I looked down to see my hands were still on his muscular upper bicep. I quickly put my hands at my side and felt a blush cross my cheeks.

What the hell am I blushing for? He's just a guy!

A stupid man.

I hate men.

Then he turned back to me and our eyes met once more.

"Sorry." His voice was cold and distant. I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure him out.

"Why?" I asked hesitantly. He rose an eyebrow.

"Didn't you get mad at me the last time I saved you?" He asked blatantly. I took a step back, felt my mouth drop a bit, and my eyes widen. I tried to recover from my shocked expression but failed miserably.

"Um, yeah, well, my friend mentioned that you don't know me and how I can handle myself so..." I trailed off, forgetting what my point was. He stared at me for what felt like an hour before he spoke again.