Through the Enlightenment (Harry Styles)[Bk.3]

61. Unusual Anger

Elizabeth's POV

I watch with wide eyes as Harry sat on Niall, his knees on either side of him, throwing punch after punch. Niall grunts trying to take hold of his wrists to push him away but Harry moved just a tad faster than him.

I hear the gym doors bust open, turning my head I see Liam and Louis rushing in and it only takes them a second to register what is happening.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing! You're being an idiot!" Louis scolds before I turn back to Harry and Niall.

Please...please let this be a nightmare.

"Harry, stop!" I demand, shifting anxiously on my feet, as he takes another hit at Niall.

"You just can't stay away can you? Why the hell do you always have to get involved?" Harry hisses completely ignoring my plea, grabbing Niall by the front of his shirt, lifting his head off the floor.

"You call yourself my friend and here you are flirting with my wife!" He spits, his face only inches away from Niall's.

"No, Harry." I counter. "It wasn't like that we-" I stop and gasp when Niall suddenly bucked Harry off him, quickly getting on top.

The noise that sounds out as Niall's fist connected with Harry's nose makes my panic rise up. Somehow, Harry manages to throw Niall another punch with same equal force causing him to lose the grip he had on the front of Harry's shirt to keep him in place. Just when Harry took back the upper hand of the fight Louis and Liam step into the brawl trying to tug them apart.

Liam grabs Harry by his arm and the back of his shirt lifting him off of Niall, while Louis takes hold of Niall helping him off the floor. I hitch in a sharp breath as I look up at Harry, blood was dripping down his nose to his mouth. He is fuming with rage, practically shaking in Liam's hold, breathing at a deep, heavy pace and suddenly I don't feel pity for him at all. He wouldn't be all bloody if he hadn't started a fight with Niall in the first place.

"What the hell is going on?" Liam demands, a stern scowl plastered on his usual kind and friendly face.

I turn to look at Niall seeing the angry bruises starting to form on his face, along with a bit of blood dripping out of his bruised bottom lip.

"Ask them." Harry says, not yelling at all but angry enough, his voice dark and cool.

I blink at him. "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, appalled. "We weren't doing anything wrong."

"Yeah. What the hell is up your ass?" Niall scowls, gesturing with his hand toward Harry. Louis has released his grip from Niall knowing that he isn't the one that should be held back.

"What's going on with you, Harry?" I add.

"I came in here to see what the hell was taking you so damn long and when I walk in here I see Niall holding you in his fucking arms!" He snaps at me.

"It wasn't like that!" I retort. "We were just playing."

Harry let's out a fake amused chuckle. "Yeah...I bet you were."

"Harry!" Louis scolds.

My anger quickly demolishes at his words, blinking at Harry as if my brain can't understand the words that he just said but obviously I could, otherwise I wouldn't had felt a sudden twist of pain in my chest.