Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Fourteen

Part Fourteen

Harry.

"You are extremely stupid thinking you can try and get her after I told you she's mine!" I yell at Zayn, throwing him onto the ground. He groans, his nose bleeding already and small bruises form on his neck.

"And you need to learn to live with the thought of me fucking your girl," he smirks, aggravating me even more. He tries to get up, but I press his chest down with my foot, blocking his movements and laying him back down.

"You will never, and I repeat, never, fuck my girl because she is never going to see your sorry ass again. So get out of here before I attack you even more."

I let him up and he starts to stumble away but turns and faces me. "Oh, before I forget Styles, she's got the best breasts I have ever seen."

I run at him, dodging his punch, and pressing my fist to his cheek and punching him with everything I have in me. He hits me but I barely even react, my hand grabbing his neck.

"You didn't touch her!"

"But I did, and she liked it."

How dare he even tell me this? He clearly is only out to make me mad but I find myself punching him until his nose is gushing. I stop myself and climb off him, a smile still evident on his lips.

"I'll be seeing you Styles, and your little girl too."

I fight the urge to go after him again, letting my need to see Beth grow. I watch Zayn continuously brush under his nose and wipe his face with his shirt. I walk to Beth's door and knock, receiving no answer. I turn the doorknob and walk in, greeting a quiet house. I shut and lock her door and walk to her bedroom, seeing her hair brushing through the wind as she sits on her balcony in nothing but a tank top. I walk over to her and sit next to her, realizing her body is shaking and that her eyes are closed, still undetermined whether or not she's sleeping.

I stand and lift her up, holding her closely into my arms as I walk her back into her room. I place her on her bed and lift a blanket over her, admiring how beautiful she looks while asleep. She looks so innocent; glorified in all her beauty.

I kick my shoes off and walk to her bathroom, running my hands under cold water. I wash my hands, ridding any blood left on them from my previous actions. I can't believe how much I have fought since Beth came into my life, but I would much rather fight for her than leave her defenseless.

I take my coat off and walk to her bedroom again, seeing her body completely motionless in sleep. I walk to her shelf of books, the ones I am assuming she reads the most due to the tattered edges, and take Gone with the Wind off the shelf. I open it up and see highlighting and notes around the pages. I move back to lean against the wall but I hit something, causing a big thud to echo through the room.

I see Beth start to stir and she sits up, looking over at me. "Harry?" she whispers, causing my actions to cease and stare over at her.

"Are you okay?" she asks, sitting up on the bed. I place her book back down and walk to her, her hands running her hair back, causing her hair to fall effortlessly over her shoulders.

"Yes, I'm fine." I sit down next to her and she moves closer to me, her hand moving over my lap to grab my own. I entwine our fingers together and she lays her head on my shoulder.

"Can you tell me something?" she whispers, holding my hand tightly.

"Sure."

"Why do you always fight and why does it mostly seem to be about me?"