Instinct

Chapter Two

Harry turned to me, he looked like he was about to open his mouth to tell me something when Liam came jogging back up the bleachers. I look at him and see his happy expression change to an annoyed one when he sees me talking to Harry.

“Why are you talking to him?” Liam asks me as he sits back down on my right and snakes his arm around my waist, not caring if Harry heard him. I glanced at Harry on my left who rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“I was just asking how his day was...” I tell him shyly, pressing my lips together.

“No one cares how his day was, all he does is smoke pot with his buddies anyway.” Liam spits, his eyes never leaving the field. Liam's cold remark bothered me, apparently just as much as it bothered Harry because he sits up and glares at Liam.

“Fuck you, you don't know my life you little bitch.” Harry swears, sitting on the edge of his seat. Liam turns his way now, me stuck in the middle of this fight.

“Oh, “I don't know your life”? That card, really.” Liam quotes and rolls his eyes, him too now on the edge of his seat. Oh no. Harry stands up and pulls at the hem of his shirt.

“It's not a card when it's the truth. I barely say two words to your ass, and you get all uptight.” Liam then stands up and gets in Harry's face. Goddammit, I don't need this.

“I'm not uptight.” Liam spits, glaring into Harry's eyes. Harry begins to laugh, almost evilly.

“You're not uptight? You won't kiss your girlfriend in public! Your girlfriend for crying out loud! And you're not uptight?” Harry remarks and that sends Liam over the edge, pushing Harry at his shoulders, making him stumble back but catch his balance before he can fall. I looked at Harry, his eyes now full of anger and hate.

“You're walking a fine line now Liam.” Harry threatens, running a hand through his unruly curls. Liam crosses his arms over his chest and stands his ground, even though I can see in his eyes that he's intimidated.

“Just leave, Harry. I don't want to do this here.” Liam tells him and swallows hard. I sat in silence, watching this whole thing go down, not knowing how to stop it yet.

Niall, Zayn, and Eleanor finally hear the dispute when the game goes into a time-out. Zayn comes over to back Harry up.

“We want him here.” He motions to himself and the other two. I bite my lip, and look down. This fight is ridiculous. I finally stand up and wrap my hand around Liam's large bicep.

“You know what, you guys stay, we'll go and get out of your way.” I tell them and glance at Harry whose eyes soften when he looks at me. Liam shakes out of my grip and shake his head.

“No, you know what?” He puts a finger to his temple, tapping gently.

“I lied, I want to beat your ass right here, right now.” He adds and lunges for Harry, grabbing his shoulders and throwing him down on the bleachers. I winced for Harry. That looked like it hurt more than I'll ever really know, but Harry held his own. Zayn backed up, watching the scene like the rest of us, as Harry pushed Liam off easily, taking the collar of his shirt in his hands and whispering to Liam.

“Don't make me do it.” I was slightly confused by Harry's actions, surprised that he didn't take a swing at Liam yet. Liam bit his lip,

“I don't care, you ruin everything you touch anyway.” Liam spits and sends Harry over his limit. Harry throws my boyfriend down and swings at his face, hitting Liam square in the jaw.

“Stop!” I cried, hating to see him in so much pain.

“Please stop!” I say, but it's like Harry can't hear me as he takes another powerful swing at Liam. I felt helpless at this point. I couldn't do anything to stop the two. Niall and Zayn seem to see the terror in my eyes, getting up and pulling Harry off of Liam, giving Liam an advantage to take a few swings at Harry. It almost looked like Harry let him as Liam got a few good hits at Harry's face before he wriggled out of Niall and Zayn's grips.