I shook my head, I had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. I narrowed my eyes & the figure moved closer. To my surprise, it walked right past me & it wasn't even Zayn. Maybe I was dreaming! But I wasn't dreaming about what I heard next. There was a loud banging in the men's room & blows being landed. I shuffled my bloated belly to the door & listened. It was indeed Harry & Edward, but what were they doing? I opened the door to see my boyfriends fist fighting, blood spattered on the ground. I couldn't react. I couldn't do anything. They looked like starved animals fighting over the last scrap of meat. All I could do is scream. I squeezed my eyes shut, let a few tears fall & produced an ear piercing scream. They both stopped & looked up at me, rushing to console my shrieks. "Y/N what's wrong?" Edward asked, short of breath. I pushed his bloody hands away from me & shook my head. "What the hell do you think is wrong with me? Why the fuck are you fighting?" I shouted, not caring if I made a scene. "Because Edward was running his fucking mouth like a bitch would." Harry spoke, wiping his bloody lip. This isn't the first time the boys have fought. But whenever they do, I enjoy watching their chests rise & fall slowly, anger smeared on their faces. Something about their violence toward eachother just turns me on. Yea, it's a weird kink, don't judge. I sighed, pulling them out one by one. "We're going home, now." Harry demanded, gripping my hand & pulling me to the car. Edward followed close behind as we got situated in the car. Silence rose in the car, making me uncomfortable. "So why were you fighting?" I questioned, finally breaking the silence. "Don't wanna talk about it," Edward mumbled. I thought they were finally growing up? Why would they have to stoop so low as to fight? Especially with each other?
