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Side. - Chapter 20

Chapter 20.

Harry’s POV.

Despite the fact I was sure about loving Demi-Rose, I was surprised by my own words and I needed some time to process what I said. I was confused, how could I love Demi when I only knew her for a few weeks, months? But as long as I could let Zayn stay away from her, everything would be fine to me. 

“Or else? Hm?” The tall guy spat back, “What else will happen, if he comes around that girl anyway?” I felt my eyebrows knitting together, anger and hate going through my eyes and my veins. I took a step closer to the broad chested man, if that was even possible. I felt his cold, smoke scented breath on my face. Despite the dark, I could see his eyes, filled with furiousness, why would he even? I was the one who was supposed to be furious, not him. I had every right to be. 

“Or else I’ll fucking kill him.” I threatened Zayn’s friend, or whatever he might e, I didn’t care about him anyway. I saw his cheeks turning a light shade of red before he raised his fist in a matter of second. He was faster than I expected him to be and I couldn’t move quick enough. His fist was connected to my jaw before I could bring up another word. 

“What the fuck!” I screamed when I realized he hit me. I didn’t wait for his reply or explanation, but raised my own hand and hit him back, right in the face, anywhere I could. The boys around us started to move as well, I was too panicked to even realize what all was going on. Before I knew it I was pushed against the cold, brick wall of my own building. “Fuc–” I stopped in tracks when I felt something cold being set on the skin of my throat. I immediately looked up to the dark sky, somehow praying they wouldn’t hurt me. “Say that again, Styles.” Another boy growled right below my ear, warm air being blown on my goose bumped skin. “Or else?” I managed to choke out in a shaking voice. I had never shown my anxiety for someone before, now it was the first time and honestly, I really was afraid, not for those boys though, but more for what they ‘d probably do to Demi-Rose after they’d kill me. 

“Tell us what you just said, repeat it, say that you won’t hesitate about killing, or at least hurting him if he’d come around your girl.” Somehow his last two words warmed my chest, he called her ‘my girl’, like she was mine. But he was right, I wouldn’t hesitate hurting Zayn if he’d hurt my girl. Well, to me she’d be my girl, I wouldn’t complain about that, but because we hadn’t seen each other in a while, she wouldn’t even want to see or talk to me again, so let alone being my girl. 

The longer I waited to repeat my words, exactly what the boys wanted, I didn’t even understand why, the more irritated the group of men became. “Say it,” They kept whispering, trying to scare me, but I didn’t bother to do what they wanted. “What is taking you so long, Styles” “Are you afraid?” “Say it” Things like those were being said, but I didn’t reply. 

I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut when I felt someone adding a little bit more pressure on the angle of his knife. I felt the cold metal against my skin. I was mentally praying for Louis or Zac to come home. They weren’t at home when I left to get some groceries, where were they even? And where was Zayn? Not that I cared about him, but I was wondering if he did this on purpose, did he asked his friends, or whatever they might be, to come to me and threaten me? 

Just when I was about to prepare myself for the pain which would come, the knife was being removed from my pale skin when a shout had caught the boys’ attention. “Don’t hurt him!” Was being yelled in a high pitched voice, full of panick.

Demi.

More confusion, panick and anxiety went through my body. What was she doing here? Why was she here? Why did she come walking closer to the crowd I was in between? She shouldn’t even have come here in the first place, let alone that she should come closer to these guys she didn’t even know.