The Styles Brothers | Harry Styles

Chapter 47.

Harrys POV

''What the hell is your problem!'' I yell while pushing him against the wall.

''Take a chill pill man.'' He is calm. Hell no, not any longer.

''Why did you do that?'' I yell even louder and my fist connects with his jaw.

''Man, calm down!'' He raise his voice.

''Hell no I'll calm down! You're a fucking slut!'' 

''I'm just living my life bro.'' 

''Don't you dare calling me bro!'' I yell and punch him again which makes him fall to the ground.

''Someone's a little pissed.'' He says while wiping off the blood running from his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

''Alright listen you little shit.'' I start to walk towards him and he backs. ''Don't you ever fucking touch her again. Non of you is ever going to get near her again, is that understood?'' I yell pointing between Marcel and Edward.

''Harold, I haven't done anything.''

''Don't call me Harold!'' I run my fingers through my hair while pacing back and forth.

''Listen mate, you dumped her last night, you're a single man now. Go out and have some fun, make some ladies scream okay?''

''No Edward. You don't get it!''

''Obviously not. I actually think Elizabeth enjoyed my hand squeezing her bum.'' He smirks. That's enough.

My fist once again connects with his jaw and I punch him multiple times until he is not moving anymore. Fuck. 

I'm off of Edward quicker than ever and Marcel is quick by his side, slightly slapping his head in an attempt to make him move. Shit shit shit, did I just kill my brother. I am panicking. He is just laying there, no movements and bruised because I heated him up. Fuck, I want to scream and punch the wall, I have never been this scared in my life before.

''For god sake Marcel! Is he breathing?'' I yell trying to get out my frustrations.

''Yes, but he isn't moving!'' I feel my shoulders relax as the words leave his mouth. I actually for a moment thought I've killed my own brother.

''Why do you always have to be so violent.'' He looks disappointed at me and my stomach turns.

I have never in a million years thought that Marcel could ever hurt me, and especially not by those words. He've said them to me a million times so why is it so different now? His face, it must be the way he looks at me. He looks so disappointed and scared, I quite understand him. I would be scared if I saw Marcel beat Edward up too and I would surely be disappointed.

It's now been about an hour since Edward passed out and he still hasn't woke up. This isn't good. I'm just glad mom decided to go home for a couple of days, she would have kicked me out if she knew what have just happened. If she just knew how many times Edward and I have been in a fight she would have kicked both of us out.

''Do you think we should call someone?'' I ask rubbing the back of my neck.

''We will get in trouble, or you would. I haven't done anything.''

''You were annoying me.'' I huff.

''That is not an excuse Haro…'' He stops and I raise my brows at him. ''Harry. We just need to wait for him to wake up.'' 

''I don't think that is a good idea Marcel. I've been in lots of trouble before, I can handle this.'' I take a step towards them.

''No Harry, seriously, just wait.'' He sighs and I sit down on the chair next to him, waiting for my brother to wake up.