~Nat's P.O.V~
"That was really fun." I giggle, walking into the parking lot, my fingers intertwined with Harry's.
He stays silent. "Harry? What's wrong? You didn't like the fair?"
"I liked the fair. I just didn't like the guys at the fair." He snarls.
"Why? What happen-"
"Hey, baby!" Some drunk guy interrupts my sentence, walking up next to me on the side Harry isn't on.
Harry's hand squeezes mine so tight I think he might cut off the circulation to my fingers. We stop walking, my back stiffening in fear.
The drunk guy separates my hand from Harry's. "What the fuck are you doing?" Harry says, re-intertwining our hands.
"Just having a little fun, mate. She's a beauty."
"Guess what? She's my fucking beauty. Get the fuck away."
The drunk man raises his hands and walks away. "My god, what a fucking prick."
After a few minutes of walking in silence, I try to change the subject. "Harry, babe, I need to use the restroom."
"There's restrooms over there. I'll wait for you in the car." Before he leaves my side, he kisses me deeply.
As I'm walking towards the white stone building, I hear footsteps behind me. "Harry, stop following me, you pervert! Go wait in the car." I giggle, not bothering to look back.
As soon as I finish my sentence, I'm shoved against the wall. Whoever did this, whispers something I can't understand, because his words are harshly slurred under his breath. His breath reeks of alcohol.
"You think your little faggot of a boyfriend scared me a way, baby? Well.. It didn't work." He whispers, unbuttoning the first seven buttons of my shirt.
"P-Please.. don't. I-I don't know you.." I'm violently trembling, tears streaming down my face.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll be over before you know it..." He says, but before he can undo another button, he's pulled to the ground.
My tears blur my vision, and all I can see is Harry's figure, viciously swinging his hand across the man's face. Everything goes dark after a few seconds, and I cant hear anything else.
Just silence.
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