"What the fuck is going on?" Louis seethes.
I stand there speechless. Harry's entire body tenses and he moves me behind him.
I have never seen Louis so mad in my life. He looks like he could literally kill someone. His face is bright red, his jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides, and his nostrils are flaring with every shallow breath he takes.
"Fucking answer me!" he barks.
His yelling makes me jump and I move closer to Harry.
"Louis, calm down," Harry says slowly, like he's speaking to a rabid animal.
"No, you are going to tell me why I just saw you with your fucking tongue down my sister's throat!" he points a finger at Harry and steps toward us.
"Look, we're dating, okay?"
Louis laughs bitterly, shaking his head. He's really starting to scare me.
"You better be fucking joking," Louis spits. His eyes angrily dart between me and Harry.
"It's true," I speak up, my voice shaking.
Louis' gaze hardens at my words. He suddenly lunges at Harry and I'm being shoved out of the way.
"You son of a bitch!" Louis shouts as his fist collides with Harry's face.
I watch in horror as Louis climbs on top of Harry and continues to throw punches. I don't know why he isn't fighting back.
"You fucking asshole!" Punch.
"You lied to me!" Punch.
"Louis stop!" I yell at him, tears start falling down my face.
"Piece of shit!" Punch.
"I trusted you!" Punch.
I keep begging him to stop, but it's no use. Harry tries to cover his face but Louis continues to deliver blows. I try to pull him away, but I'm not strong enough.
"Taking advantage of her!" Punch. Punch.
"Louis, stop it! I love him!" I shout.
My eyes go wide in realization of what I've just said. Louis stops what he's doing and gapes at me. Harry turns to me too, but with a small smile on his face. They speak simultaneously.
"You what?" Louis spits angrily.
"You what?" Harry breathes, looking elated.
The moment is suspended in time. I can't believe I just said that. I mean, it's true, but now is not the time. Louis looks even more pissed, but in a different way. The fiery rage he had has vanished and has been replaced with a look of betrayal and resentment.
Louis stands up and walks toward me in slow, deliberate steps. Harry is wiping the blood off his lip and nose, struggling to get to his feet.
"Excuse me?" Lou speaks lowly. Despite being short himself, he still towers over me in a menacing way.
"I-I love him," I stutter, maintaining eye contact with Harry. I clear my throat. "I love him," I say with more conviction, looking at Louis now.
"You don't love him. You don't even know what love is," he scoffs.
"No," I say shaking my head. "You don't get to tell me that. You don't get to decide how I feel."
Even though Harry's face is swollen and already starting to bruise, I can see his eyes lighting up. This only encourages me to go on.
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Only You {h.s}
Fanfiction"Say it," he rasps lowly against her lips, tugging at the bottom one with his teeth. "Say you're mine." "I'm yours," she breathes. She's Louis' damaged little sister. He's Louis' dominant best friend. After years of being away, Harry comes back int...
