Loving you is killing me (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter eight

Harry's point of view:

I was kneeling at Carly's father. I was punching him really hard, he hurt HER!!! He's her father and he hit her so hard that she fell on the ground. I saw that and I wanted to kill him outside, but I promised her something. I promised to stay in the car no matter what. So I did, but then, when she didn't reply to any of my calls- and that I've been trying for couple of hours, I got furious.

I came to her apartment and he opened the door: "Where is she?" I asked. "Who are you? If you're here to see that little bitch, you'll better get off." And than he smiled. I had to breathe few times in order to not killing him straight away. I looked at him and punched him to his damn face.

We were fighting, but he was obviously drunk, so I got him under my control quite easily.

I was beating him on the floor, when I heard that some doors are opening. I looked up to see who's coming and I froze. It was her. It was the girl I was prepared to protect no matter what. She was the first girl ever who made me feel like this. Whenever she smiled, she laughed, I was happy. I knew that the way how I chose her was not perfect. But that's the way I always did it. I never have to worry about the girls, 'cause they'd always been really scared of me. They always slept with me, were nice and then I got bored and messed them up. I didn't want to mess Carly. She was..... mine....

But the way she looked now... That was horrible. She coudln't walk, so she was on the floor, she looked up at me and whispered: "Harry", and then she passed out. She just closed her eyes and I was so worried!!

I stood up, kicked that idiot, who was laying on the floor. I ran to Carly. Is she breathing? Yeah, fine, she's alive. There's blood everywhere on her face, probably broken nose.. What to do, what to do, Think Styles!!! I was yelling at myself in my mind. I didn't know what to do, I knew that she can't stay there with.. HIM, but where to take her. Home, Harry, take her to your house, don't be childish, girl you like needs your help. My inner voice knew exactly what to do. I knew it too but... where'd she sleep? She just can't sleep in my... Don't act like a little girl Styles, head up and take her to your bedroom!!!

I stood up, took her to my arms and as calmly and carefully as I could, I carried her to my car. I put her on a back seat so she could lay there. She was still out of herself and I didn't know what to do. I coudln't take her to the hospital, if I came there, they'd put me in the jail, that I did it to her.

I put my phone out of my pocket and ring a number. "Hey Hazza, what's it? Where're ya?" Louis yelled through the phone. "Louis I need your help, Carly is injured." I said quietly. "What? Sure, I'm on my way to your place, I'll bring all things with me. How bad is that?" he asked as professional. Louis was studying medicine for a three years and he was also working as volunteer in a hospital. He really knew what to do. "I dunno, blood all over her face, probably broken nose, maybe some ribs... Louis I really don't know, I'm not a doctor." I said angrily. " Calm down bro, neither am I, but I know what you mean. I'll be there in 15 minutes!" I put the phone back to my pocket and look back to Carly. She was so vulnerable now! So sweet but though so awfully hurt. I've never felt like that. Maybe.. yeah definitely with Olivia. I felt the same with her.....

*FLASHBACK*

 'Harry, love, can you hand me my clothes?" my love said to me. I just smiled at her. She was so beautiful, her long blond wavy hair were all around her back, her blue eyes were electric. Whenever she looked at me I thought she see right through me. "Sure baby, here you are, but I think you owe me at least one kiss for that" I was teasing her. She laughed a bit and then kissed me.

We were together for about 2 years now and I still felt like it was the first day we met. I still didn't understand how anybody can be so pretty and nice and intelligent. We already lived together, I wanted to marry her one day, when we both grow up a bit, just to be sure that everything's gonna be amazing. I was so in love with that girl. That night we went to a club, as we always did on friday's nights. It was some kind of our ritual. She wore short black dress, high heels and lot of make up. "Babe, aren't the dress a bit too short? Sure, you've got lovely posture, but I don't really like that everyone there will watch you." I told her with a shy smile. She just looked at me and said: "Oh please Harry, not this conversation again. I'm gonna wear, what I like, not what you want me to!" she was angry, I din't mean it bad, I just wanted her for myself.  "Alright love, I know, I'm sorry, you're mine, not anyone else's." I wanted to kiss her, but she stepped away with words: "I don't have time for this, I have to make my hair done." Then she left the room. She was acting like that for about last 2 moths, I didn't know what was going on. But I was so in love, I didn't thought anything could go wrong.