Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Back To Black//

Harry's POV:

'Pretty boy'. The smug bastard says from behind me. I clench my fists and Grace notices my knuckles turning white from the numbness. I can't feel anything but pure anger racing through my body.

'Harry, I can handle this' she cries from the floor.

'Oh no, not this again' I groan not wanting to repeat the last time we were all together in the same room, although it was him that she told to leave in the end. I turn around and face the black haired man, I square him into the corner. His smirk never leaving his face, I could finally see what he looked like, being in the bar you couldn't quite see his features.

His eyes were a wide shape with light brown irises, mixed with green to make a hazel colour. His raven black hair short enough to be away from his face, making each and every feature extremely distinctive. Then his lips that were smirking back at me, were the obvious pink. But not as pink as Grace's, hers were pure and plump. His were thin and pursed. Then my eyes scanned down to his clothes; his shirt, as I had him pinned against the wall, was a plain blue top that I found my hand was wrapped up in. You could tell he wasn't one to draw attention to himself, despite his attitude counteracting that exact premise. His legs were wrapped in skinnies with some sort of pager attached to the waist line of them. So he was either a policeman, fireman or a doctor. Oh the irony.

As I felt a hand touch my shoulder, I could see the teary eyed blonde in my peripherals. My eyes soften and I release the scrunched top. I scoff at the boy, pulling her to me, embracing her and stroking her back, soothing her soft cries into my shoulder.
'Don't touch my things.' he spat from behind me.

'What did you just call her?' I ask in disbelief,
'I said, don't touch my girlfriend.' He said with his teeth clenched together, as he spat out each word separately.
'No, I think you said thing.' I mock,
'You know exactly what I said pretty boy' he laughs wickedly.
'Well your 'thing's' an amazing kisser, from her plump lips to that sweet tongue' now it's my turn to smirk at the dick in front of me.
'Excuse me.' he scoffs.

'You know exactly what I said pretty boy' I mock him again, angering him further. Next thing I know, he lunges towards me as a punch is thrown to my gut causing me to keel over. My vision now distorted, I see Grace standing there, staring in horror at the scene before her.
'Harrison, stop.' She begs as he repeatedly tries to beat the shit out of me, to put it nicely. He movements becoming sloppy as he looks behind to face her, I see this as my chance to knock him to the floor when I kick his leg out from under him. Now that he's on the floor, I get on top of him and start to punch, blood streaming from newly made cracks in his skin and my knuckles. His arms make their way to his face while he tries to block and avoid each punch that I deal. My eyes regain their dark colour, Grace's cries are echoed around the room, but my hearing cracked when I became this.

Grace's POV:

I froze. I just froze. I saw punch after punch, kick after kick, slap after slap. Harry having the upper hand as he sat on top of Harrison, even if he did try harder, he couldn't take Harry. It's strange, I'd never seen anyone fight Harrison; everyone knew well enough to stay away from him. But watching Harry was intriguing, I had written all these songs with him and now he was beating the man I once loved to a pulp.

'STOP' I scream at the top of my lungs.

They both stop as Harry's eyes widen and Harrison's crinkle with a bitten back laugh. Two H's, both will be the death of me. Jesus and his Judas.

'Thank you' I say barely below a whisper, my hands now sweating and my throat closing up. Harrison's face was red and purple with a gash on his lip, whilst Harry's cheek was a light hint of purple. They both attempt to get up but Harry bends over clutching his stomach, as I was about to rush over to help him I couldn't help but notice a glare coming from my monster.