Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21.

It's been one week. One long, dreery week spent sitting alone in my dorm room. Peirce never came back, Harry called to check on me every now and again, and occasionally Brooke would come by but most of the time she spent at other people's houses and dorm rooms. I've been too much of a coward to leave and go to class. Well, and I've been afraid of running into him. It's silly to think I once loved the man that hurt me. 

My cell phone vibrated next to me. It was Harry.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, how are you?" He asked. 

"Fine."

"I was wondering if you wanted to maybe get dinner tonight?" Harry asked, sounding hopeful. I haven't left in a week. Maybe it was time to get out. "I was thinking Italian," he added.

"Sure," I said with a slight smile.

"Cool, I'll be there in about 20 minutes, start getting ready." And with that he hung up. I jumped up from my small bed, and rummaged around my closet for something to wear. Eventually, I just decided on skinny jeans and a crewneck sweatshirt, and wore my hair down.

Just like he said, I got a knock on my dorm room door 20 minutes later. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded, and closed the door behind me. 

We walked out to his car, and drove to the restaraunt. 

"You can turn on whatever you want to listen to," he said, going completely out of character. I smiled at him, and pulled out my phone to plug it into the radio. 

"What song is this?" He asked, after the soft melody filled the car.

"It's Give Me Love, by Ed Sheeran," I answered. He just smiled at me and rested his hand on my leg.

We pulled up to the restaraunt, and got out of the car. "Olive Garden?" I asked, sounding amused. "This is what you call Italian?"

"Oh, be quiet you," he said smiling. 

We walked inside and Harry went up to the man behind the front counter. "Reservation for Styles."

"Right this way," the waiter led us to a table near the back of the restaurant. After he walked away, Harry started talking.

"I wish you went to class this week. It was boring. Especially theatre. You were literally the only thing that made that class somewhat bearable."

"I know, but I didn't want to see-"

"I know." He said, thankfully cutting me off so I wouldn't have to say his stupid name. I wonder what I'm going to tell my mother. I can't very well just tell her that my boyfriend beat the crap out of me. I'll figure something out.

"I wish that you would just confront him and tell him that things are over between the two of you, that you don't want him anymore."

"Why do you want me to tell him so badly?" I asked curiously.

"Because...because I want you to want me." He said simply. I just nodded my head.

At that moment though, a man stumbled past where I was sitting at my table, and spilled his drink all over my arm. 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" He said, slightly slurring his words together. I could tell he was a little more than just tipsy. 

"It's okay, let me just go wash it off or something," I stood up, and the guy grabbed my arm.

"Here, let me help you," he said, giving me a bit of a creepy smile. 

"No it's okay, really." The man's grip tightened and I winced. Harry shot up from his seat.

"Get your fucking hand off her."

"No," the man said simply. That must have been enough for Harry though. He walked to the man and punched him square in the jaw, causing him to let go of my arm. 

"Never touch her ever again," Harry yelled. The man punched Harry back, and his nose started to bleed. 

"You piece of fucking shit!" Harry boomed at him. Before I knew it, they were in a full on fight. 

"Hey, hey! Both of you, break it up right now and leave before I call the police on both of your asses," a man that looked like the manager said, walking in between the two. 

Harry shot the man one last glare, before grabbing my arm and rushing us out of the restaurant.

"And don't either of you ever think about coming back here ever again," the manager yelled to us as we walked out the door.

Once we were both safely in the car I turned to face him. "What the hell was that?"

"He shouldn't have touched you."

"You shouldn't have lost your cool like that."

"Well he could have hurt you."

"Harry, you could have gotten arrested. You got us banned from a fucking Olive Garden!"

He stayed silent for several minutes as we drove, no music playing throughout the car.

All I heard him mumble under his breath was, "I just want to protect you."

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