"I didn't know you guys were coming." Harry grumbled, clearly not happy that they had come, even more angry at the fact that Charlie had seen me, and from the look on his face, he wasn't happy that Harry had me. If only he knew why I was here.
"And what would have you done if we did give you warning? Hide Melanie in a closet away from me?" Charlie seethed through clenched teeth. His beautiful eyes were blazing, as he glared at Harry, Harry returning the deathly stare.
"Actually, I probably would have chained her up in the bathroom and put a gag in her mouth like I did the other day. You have no idea how sexy she looked!" Harry smirked, deliberately trying to push Charlie's buttons, and if the look on Charlie's face was anything to go by, it was working.
"You did what to her?!" Charlie fumed, taking a step closer to Harry. CJ and Justin watched on with amusement lighting up in their evil eyes.
"C'mon man!" Harry laughed. "She's a real fighter, I had to teach her a lesson." Harry smiled, as if it was nothing.
My attention was trained completely on Charlie now. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a few buttons near the top, a black leather jacket, and matching black jeans. His eyes held such anger and hatred, he was almost unrecognizable.
Charlie flickered his gaze to me, and his eyes softened. He looked pained to see me in the situation I was in. I was only in my bra and panties, considering Harry had undressed me in my sleep, I had bruises scattered all over me, tears stained cheeks, still laying below Harry.
"Melanie" his voice came out so weak, like he has been the one going through hell.
"Don't talk to her!" Harry snapped, causing me to flinch.
"Don't touch her?" Charlie repeated. "Don't touch her?! She's my bloody girlfriend, and you don't want me to touch her!"
My heart ached at his words. He still called me his girlfriend. I wanted to run to him and jump in his arms, but part of me wanted to slap him square on the face for leaving without a goodbye. That's why I was still pained by this. Part of me hated him, yet part of me loved him, and nothing hurts more than a confused heart. Broken bones have nothing on the heart ache that Charlie caused me.
"You left her Charlie. She isn't yours!" Harry yelled, clearly getting angry at the mention on Charlie calling me his girlfriend.
"I left her to protect her! Because I love her! As for you, God only knows what you've done to her! Over my dead body will she ever belong to you!" Charlie spat.
"I can arrange that." Harry growled, getting off me, so he could stand up in front of Charlie.
"Hate to break up the party guys," CJ finally cut in. "Well actually, I don't, but the point is, we need both of you alive, so if you could just arrange this without blood being drawn, that would be great."
"You expect me to just let Harry abuse my girl?" Charlie scoffed.
"Call her 'your girl' one more time, I dare you." Harry growled, taking yet another step forward.
"My girl." Charlie smirked, causing a small, yet evident smile to grow on my lips. I must admit, I had always loved Charlie's playful cheeky side. Plus he was pissing off Harry, so it was even more enjoyable.
Charlie saw me smiling, and he smile grew even more, before winking at me. My breathing hitched in my throat, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Harry saw, and I swear I heard him growl at Charlie, causing the smile to fall straight off both of our faces.
"She's mine." Harry spat
