Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

9: Steal

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I couldn’t move out of the bed. I fell onto my back and laid there and breathed in and out as slowly as I could to keep myself from screaming. 

Why the fuck would he let that guy do that to me? I mean, would he have let him go all the way? I can’t even imagine…I could still hear them from downstairs.

“You guys I-” Harry started.

“Listen mate, you know I love you and all but this wasn’t cool. At all. I don’t care what you’re going to say about it because it went way too far. There’s no excuse,” Niall said. God damn my head hurts. 

“I can’t even look at you, you asshole I mean-“

“Jesus Christ if you fuckers would listen for two seconds maybe you could hear me out even just a little!” Harry yelled over Zayn. The silence that followed was almost creepy. 

“Listen, it was all fine when we got to the club. I had her under my arm and connected to me the whole time until we got to the dance floor when she was being super difficult. She wouldn’t let me be anywhere near her without running off so I decided to mark her before anyone else could. Plus, I figured no guy would want to touch another guy’s girl, right? Then I left and I spiked a drink. I was going to take it but I couldn’t because I couldn’t just stop watching her. So I left it on the counter and slid it to her when she came to get a drink because she needed to see how irresponsible she gets! I mean shit! She can’t go downstairs alone without a guy coming out and trying to get her!” Harry explained. My skin was crawling. They really think I’m that irresponsible? 

Before I even knew what I was going to say or do I was downstairs. 

“Hi,” I said stubbornly, my arms folded across my chest. Harry and Zayn were in the same clothes as they were at the club, and Niall was in his pajamas (gym shorts and no shirt). The three of them turned and looked at me at the same time, the same shock, confused, angry expression written on all of their faces. 

“Why?” Zayn asked, leaning against the counter. Harry was standing tall and lean next to the counter and Niall was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. I was standing facing all of them. I suddenly felt extremely defensive. 

“Why what?” I snapped. 

“Why are you so irresponsible? Do you realize what could’ve happened to you?” Zayn yelled. I stepped towards them.

“Are you serious? You’re blaming me for this? All I wanted to do was go pee!” I yelled back at all of them. Niall still had his face in his hands. 

“I don’t think you understand what we’re saying. Why did you have to just run away from Harry? He even told you he was just trying to protect you,” Niall sighed, not looking up at me. 

“Him? Protect me? He just wants to get in my pants! I’m not that stupid!” I yelled, extremely angry now. 

“Why are you so fucking persistent on the idea that every guy wants to get in your pants? That’s not always fucking true!” Harry yelled at me, stepping towards me. I stood my ground as his large figure stood over me. 

“It’s none of your fucking business, Styles,” I said through gritted teeth. 

“Logan do you realize we could all push you against the wall and hurt you so badly right now? We could smash those pretty little lips and destroy you. You do realize you moved in with two guys you barely even knew right? You know how irresponsible that is?” Harry spat at me. Zayn and Niall both nodded. I gulped at the thought of them doing anything to me.