My Tourmaline

Chapter Twenty

W A R N I N G.....Cheeky chapter (apologises at how bad I am at writing these!!)

"What the fuck is going on?!"

His eyes were blazing and his voice was so loud it turned a few heads in the room, despite the busy party atmosphere.
I didn't know what to say. I literally sat there, the room spinning whilst Niall slowly peeled himself away from my body. He reached to the edge of the sofa, putting on his boxers and rubbing his fingers through his hair.

"It was just some fun man, don't be so uptight. Come join?" Niall didn't even seem effected by Harry's blazing eyes and the quick rising and falling of his chest.

"Fuck you!" Harry spat at Niall. He walked towards him, leaning into his face, almost foreheads touching.

"Harry man, you're drunk just calm down!" Louis shouted from the corner. Someone must have turned the music down, because their voices seemed to appear much louder than what they were previously. The room was spinning horrendously, and I was squinting my eyes with all the power within me to try and focus on the situation.

Niall still didn't seem phased.

"It's not the first time they've fought over the same girl" slurred Eleanor who was sniggering to herself.

"Shut your girlfriends fucking trap"

"Woaaaaah, woah Har. Don't talk to her like that." Louis stood up, moving towards Harry and Niall who still hadn't moved from their somewhat intimate position.

"Fuck off Louis, this isn't any of your business."

"It is when you call out my girlfriend like that bro, what's wrong with you? Go sober up, you're a prick when you're drunk."

"Come on mate, let's just go sit somewhere and just chill yeah? Have a smoke?" Zayn also stood up, offering Harry the cigarette. I looked away, I hated smoking and always have. I grabbed my dress and clumsily slipped it on with the help of the slurring, clumsy El. I giggled at us both, completely forgetting the situation above us.

"Something funny whore?"

Was he talking to me?

"Yes, you."

Oh. He walked towards me, grabbing me harshly by my arm and pulling me up to his height.

"Want a smoke?"

"No." I replied, avoiding Harry's gaze.

He inhaled a deep breathe of the tobacco, exhaling long and deep in my face. I coughed, fanning away the smoke with my hands.

"Don't do that, I don't like it" I slurred, pulling my arm away from Harry.

"Good. I don't like it when you climb on top of my best friend. Trying to act all innocent because you were nearly raped, and now you can't even keep your legs shut." Harry spat, his lips in a thin line whilst he continued to puff the smoke, arms crossed.

I was drunk yes. I couldn't focus completely on anything around me yes... But I do know that what he just said, loud enough so everyone around me could hear, that hurt. I felt that.

Tears sprang to my eyes, as Niall stepped towards me, pulling me away.

"Harry, I think you should go."

"Go? This is my fucking party, why don't you go?"

Everyone stood staring at him, even the people in the room had focused their attention to the situation.

"I'm not going anywhere. In fact... I'm going upstairs to find Milsss. And I am going to fuck her again. Fuck her so she screams loud enough for you all to hear. You can all do whatevess the fuck you like."