Turning Tables (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Let us take a journey to chapter eight. It will be dramatic and gruesome. Harold will have some anger issues and you will be on the edge of your seat. If you are not experiencing feels, then you have no soul. Thank you and enjoy. ( I said that in a man voice like when your going on a ride or something XD) ~tatertot

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Harry's POV

I walk towards Taylor and the Hollister model with a fake tan. Niall tries to follow me but I tell him to stay back. I don't know who he thinks he is with his arm around MY girl. I guess I'll have to fix this. I push him back not wanting to hurt Taylor.

"Who do you think you are!?" I ask getting in his face.

"Woah there big fella." He says raising his hands. "I'm here with her. And you are?"

"Her boyfriend." I say gruffly.

"Looks like she found someone else." He says stepping up. He is trying to intimidate me and it's not working. He's way shorter than me.

"I'm gonna smack that fake tan off your face." I say.

"Bring it pretty boy. Your bark is worse than your bite. You can talk the talk. Now let's see if you can walk the walk." He says the annoying country accent piercing my ears. That's it.

I crack my knuckles and give him a smug grin before planting my fist on his 'perfect' cheekbones.

"HARRY!" Taylor yells. He looks up at me before punching me in the jaw, not realizing the mistake he just made. I grab him by his shirt and slam him against the brick wall of some shop. I want to kill him but I restrain myself from doing so. I punch him again and he returns it.

"Harry!" Niall runs out from where I told him to stay. He pulls me away from who ever this guy is but I break away. This time going to Taylor. I pin her up against the same wall.

"Your mine." I say through gritted teeth. "No one else's, mine." Fear is clear in her crystal blue eyes. She pushes my chest back unlatching herself from the wall.

"Get away from me. I'm not your's anymore." She spat and walks toward Brady or whatever his name is. She takes him into one of the shops.

"Where's Caitlin?" Niall asked. I point towards an alley way and watch Niall walk towards it.

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Caitlin's POV

(As the fight is going on)

After Harry punched Brandon, Jake pulled me into the small alleyway.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"You might get hurt out there." He says pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "And I'm not gonna let that happen." He smiles at me. My heart melts. He is so sweet. He slowly leans in and my eyes flutter closed. His lips centimeters from mine, his hot breathe fanning over them. I close the distance between us and press my lips against his. He reacts by kissing me back. I was pinned up against the wall, his hands on either side of my head. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

"What do you think your doing?" A familiar Irish accent rang out. I break the kiss and my eyes shoot  open. Niall is standing at the entrance of the alleyway and he doesn't look to happy.