Cuts

Ch 19. Frozen

(i dont like the edit but duhh)

Chapter 19 - Frozen

Stephie's POV

"You're going to fight me for this whore, Styles?" I'm not a whore!

"She's not a whore." Harry growled at him, copying my thoughts.

"Leave her Zayn." He warned him again in the eye.

"What if I don't?" He said and Harry pushed him down on his back the next second and my wrist was finally free.

I ran to hide behind Harry's back.

"I'm sorry." I cried into his back.

"Go back to the room Steph."

"Harry I-"

"Go back." He said through gritted teeth. I could feel the sudden edge to his voice. I still didn't want to leave him.

I slowly started walking backwards. They both were talking when I started to leave but by the way both their eyes looked made me scared, I could see the thing coming. I was turning around hesitantly every second to see until I reached the room.

I pulled up my top and jacket as soon as I reached the room. How could I forget these? I'm so stupid.

I peeked out of the room to see if Harry was okay. He was nowhere to be seen in the hallway. I walked out of the room again.

I got further ahead to the stairs. I still couldn't find him. I couldn't leave him with Zayn, no matter what.

I found them on the first floor. Harry on top of Zayn, beating the shit out of him. Zayn was all red faced.

"Harry stop!" I said, trying to pull him. I can't see him do this.

"Harry, stop! He'll die!" He looked at me this time. His face was also bloody, not as much but still had cuts.

"Oh god!" I tried to pull him again as Zayn punched him in the face. He was getting hurt. Fuck I'm of no damn use!

"Stop it!" I shouted, louder than intended which made him stand up but not before kicking Zayn in the ribs. He groaned in pain.

"I said you to stay in the room!" He yelled at me.

"I'm.. sorry. I was worried." I said, gulping.

He was fighting shirtless. I swear if something happened to him.

"What the fuck!" He pulled his hair. "Just listen when I say something Steph!"

"Ow." He screeched.

I turned around to see Zayn standing again. Did he hit Harry? Fuck obviously he did.

"You thought that was over. Didn't you?" Zayn smirked.

"I don't hit people when they're with their damn back at me you ass! Fucking loser!" Zayn punched him in the face and he crashed to the wall.

They started punching and kicking one another again. Zayn ended up on Harry this time.

I was frozen.

"You thought you were stronger huh?" Zayn said.

Something in me made me grab the glass bottle that was laying on the side of them and hit Zayn on the head. He fell down from where he sat on Harry with his head in his hands.

It didn't bleed but he was unconscious. It's good I know somethings about safety and shit.

"Harry!" I went and cupped his face with both my hands. "Are you alright?"