Dark || larry

2.2

Harry's POV

My hands darted up to push Kim away by her shoulders. She seemed a little surprised by my forceful actions.

Anger washed through my body as a seductive smirk spread across her features. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, gliding over her lips.

She hummed in satisfaction. I tightly gripped her left wrist before she could touch over my chest again.

That's when I saw him. Louis. He was stood a short distance away. Tears threatened to brim over his watery eyes as he stood staring at us.

A look of despair over his face as hos lips parted.

His fingers urgently brushed away the moisture rolling down his cheeks as he refused to meet my gaze.

Louis' head turned to the right. I knew exactly what he was going to do. Run.

I watched as he hastily weaved through the people in the room.

He quickly disappeared, his small height enabling him to hide amongst the groups.

I was about to go after him when long nails dug into my bicep. Kim looked up at me expectantly, my irritation growing stronger.

I wiped her lip gloss from my mouth with the back of my hand in disgust.

Her eyes widened in fear as I shoved her back into the wall.

"Don't come near Louis or I again. You hear me?" I spat.

I knew she was scared. But at that moment in time I couldn't care less.

Kim had seen me at my most hostile; I had a feeling my violent behaviour was a turn on for her.

But neither she nor any other girl had ever been my target. I refused to take my anger out on a woman.

I would never be like my dad. Trembling breath forced from her mouth as she shook in my hold.

I released her wrists. My body turning away from her and heading for the exit.

I hastily yanked the door open, my eyes scanning the darkened street for any sign of the fleeing boy.

He passed people giving him sympathetic looks.

"Louis!"

He didn't stop. His speed increasing at the sound of my voice as he tried to escape. I needed to talk to him.

My legs pumped as I jogged after him. I didn't care if we were causing a scene. The only person I was worried about was Louis.

"Louis, wait."

"Leave me alone, Harry!" He shouted back.

It confused me when he slowed a little, before his hands tugged off his shoes as he hopped forward.

He stumbled slightly before regaining his balance. Louis' pace increased considerably as he sprinted down the pavement barefoot; his shoes tightly clutched in his right hand.

I cursed, continuing to chase after him.

The wild thumping of my heart beat against my chest as he disregarded the cars, running straight across the road.

Beeping horns echoed through the night air, but Louis took no notice. It hurt that he was so desperate to escape me.

"Lou, stop!"

I continued to follow him. It surprised me at the quick pace he maintained.

Even with our noticeable height difference and my longer legs, he still managed to keep me running trying to catch up with him.