Aggressive(A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Aggressive(A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) Chapter 19

Harry's POV:

We walk down the dark alleyway with our only source of light being the few street lights which cast abstract shadows on the gravel road. I look up, the full moon is shining in the sky, but partly covered by clouds. I shiver to myself, the night is quite scary in my opinion.

"Are we almost there?" I ask Laura quietly. "Yes, why?" "I'm just curious, is all." I look farther down the street. There's few houses, and they all look abandoned. "Which house is yours?" "That one," Laura points to the house that sits on the very peak of the hill. While being the largest, it's also the most creepiest. Some of the windows are broken and the roof looks like it's about to cave in any second now. She must be mistaken, this can't be her house.

I stop in my tracks and frown. Laura turns back to look at me with a withering gaze. "Come on, Harry," she says holding her right hand out to me. "Um, I'm not so sure about this." "What's wrong? It's only my house." "I know, but still." Laura sighs in frustration. Then she angrily looks up at me. "I see what it is. You don't want to go inside my house just because it's not as great as yours!" Laura walks up to me and punchs me in the lip. Ok, she's drunk.

"Laura I never said that! I just think it's a little spooky." "Spooky?! Harry, I've lived here my entire life! Don't you even dare go around saying that my house is spooky! WHY DON'T YOU TRY LIVING HERE?!" Her voice loudens and I cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut. Soon, everything goes quiet. I open my eyes slowly only to get another punch in the gut. I stagger away. What did I do to deserve any of this?

I need help, but who do I turn to? A lightbulb flashes in my brain. I just thought of the craziest idea. This may not work, but I have no other choice. I start the long but slow walk to Livv's.

Livv's POV:

"Livv!" my friends shout worriedly. I know I should answer them, but I can't take my eyes off Patricia's phone. I-I cant believe he would even think about doing that to me. Suddenly, my knees give way and I collapse on the floor. I put the phone down and bury my head in my arms.

"Aww, Livv. Are you ok?" Brianna asks me. I shake my head and continue to sob. Jennifer comes up behind and gives me a bear hug. Patricia moves the phone and sits down next to me. We all stay silent for a short time. About 10 minutes later, there's a knocking on the back door. "I'll get it," I mutter and stand up. I walk to the back door and unlock it. I gasp loudly.

Standing on the back porch is Harry! He has a busted lip and is bent over in pain. My initial reaction is to slam the door in his face. I mean, does he actually expect me to let him in after everything he did?! Even though I really want to, I don't close the door. "Harry?" He looks up at me slowly. "Hey." He barely has enough strength to whisper, that's how much he is in pain. "What happened to you?!"

I can feel my friends come up behind me. I turn my head slightly and can easily see that they are all frowning. I turn back to Harry with a puzzled look. "I met a girl at the bar, and thinking she wasn't drunk, I started talking to her. Yeah, um, she was drunk." I'm about to enter when Patricia yells at Harry. "Why should we help you? You cheated on Livv." I didn't cheat. I just need time to explain. You, Patricia, were supposed to ask Livv to call me so we could sort everything out." Harry says. "We don't want to hear your explanations." Jennifer growls. "What Cindy said is not true, Livv. This all happened before we started dating."

Brianna rolls her eyes. "Why are you here again?" "I need help. Livv, you know I don't have anyone else." "What about Sasha?" "I doubt she wants to know a girl beat me up." I sigh and turn towards my friends. "We'll help him, guys." "But, Livv! He hurt you!" Jennifer crys out. "Well he's hurt now, and we aren't gonna let him suffer. I hear Harry smirk behind but ignore him. We all get inside and I lock the door once again.

"Maybe you guys should go home. It's really late," I say to my friends. They look and one another and finally agree to leave. They say bye, give me a hug, and head towards the front door. While Patricia is giving me a hug, she whispers in my ear to be carful with him. I nod my head and watch my friends leave, then shut the door. I turn back around to see Harry sitting heavily on the couch. He looks over to me and manages a weak smile. I go and sit next to him, making sure to keep a safe distance.

"So, what happened today?" "What do you mean?" He asks seriously. "You know, with the lip and the stomach and the pain." "Oh!" he says, his eyes lighting up. "I met a girl at the bar and we were talking." "About what?" Harry cheeks redden harshly. "Um, I kinda asked for advice about you," he mumbles, obviously quite embarrassed. "Oh," I reply in shock. I'm actually surprised! I never saw that coming.

"But why did she punch you?" "She was telling me how she was an artist and how she could draw almost everyone, so I asked her to draw me. We went to her house because all her art supplies were there. Her house looks like a haunted house! There were broken windows and everything! And when I asked her about it, she got all defensive and punched me." "Oh, ok." "You don't believe me, do you?" "I never said that," I say standing up.

"Where are you going?" "To get you ice, Harry." He walks after me into the kitchen. I grab an icepack from the freezer and hand it to Harry. "Thanks, Livv." "Yeah." I sit down at the table as does he. We stay quiet for a few minutes, just thinking about everything, when Harry speaks up.

"Livv, I never cheated on you. You believe me, don't you?" I squirm in my seat, uncomfortable. I was hoping he wouldn't bring this up. "Harry," I start to say. He sees what is happening and immediately stands up. "No, just forget it. I'm sorry I brought it up." He curses and quickly walks to the front door. "No, Harry! Please wait!" Harry stops in his tracks and turns to look at me.

Before I can stop him, he grabs my cheek and kisses me. I fight to get away, but his grip is too tight. I moan in protest but do nothing more. But, when he breaks the kiss, I slap him in the face with such a strong force, he almost falls on the ground. I gasp, what did I just do? I'll never forgive myself.

A/N: Sorry again for the long wait! :/ Hope you liked the chapter!

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