Bloody Fists: a Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter ten

Double digits whoooooo!

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Harry.

Mitch tore his eye away from me, but I noticed they were full of fear. He moved out of the way so I could see Harry fully, I laughed out loud, Harry was at least a foot taller then Mitch!

One of his followers squeezed tightly on my wrist, digging his nail deeper into my scars. I think he was making it re-open. I cried out in pain, he smirked, probably not even knowing what made it hurt like that.

But Harry knew. When he glanced at me and saw where they guys hand was, he, for lack of better word, went ape shit.

His fist collided with Mitch's jaw and threw him against a wall. Lucky for me, all of the guys except the one holding me by the waist, ran over to Harry.

I laughed again. Does he really think he can hold me for long?

My elbow collided with his temple and he let go of me. I turned around as soon as I could and brought my foot to the other side of his head.

I hate people like him.

He fell to the floor.

I kicked again.

They deserve to suffer.

I continued to kick him a few more times until he coughed up blood, then looked to Harry. The three remaining guys had Harry cornered, but he still looked ready to kill.

I ran past Mitch who was passed out on the floor like a coward, and kicked him just for good measure.

Another guy was next to Mitch groaning and holding his head, I decided to leave him be, some one had to pick up the bodies!

Meanwhile Harry was throwing punches as the two other guys snuck up behind him and held him back. The third one began pummeling Harry. Like I said before, cowards.

Despite my wrist that was burning, I sprinted up and my fist collided with the guy who was hitting Harry.

He screamed at me. "Fucking bitch, do you not know when to back down?!"

"I could same the same for you!" I yelled back, throwing another punch.

I heard a crack as it collided with his nose, seeing fear in his eyes. As I prepared to swing again, he ran away.

"That's what I fucking thought!" I yelled at him.

I turned to Harry to find him breathing heavy with the two guys laying at his feet.

His eyes searched for a second until they found me. He then cracked a smile and so did I. We just stayed there for a while, until he walked up to me.

His arms wrapped around my body and his sent engulfed me. At first I stood rigged but gingerly relaxed, slipping my arms around his waist.

Harry whispered into my hair. "Are you badly hurt?"

I sighed. "No, I'm just glad you came when you did."

"Me to."

I backed away and took his hand in mine. "Let's get out of here before someone reports us."

He nodded and we walked out together.

"Let's go to our tree." He said.

. . .

I'm surprised at myself. I didn't panic like I thought I would in the face of a situation like that. So, I guess you could say I was proud, even though I would probably have gotten raped and abused if Harry hadn't showed up, but I still held out well.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked as we walked into the clearing were the tree sat. I had dropped his hand from mine before we entered the woods, I still don't feel exactly safe with Harry. Makes you question why I walked into the woods with him in the first place.

He sat down with his back against the great oak. I stayed standing.

I tried to keep myself from complaining and showing him how much pain I was in, but I couldn't help it. "My wrist hurts." It was throbbing, and blood had been dripping down my hand for a while.

To my surprise, Harry looked panicked. "God I forgot about that!" He pulled his bag off his shoulders and grabbed a white box out of it.

Despite myself, I snickered. "You keep a first aid kit in your bag?"

He looked up at me after getting the box open. "You'd be surprised how many fights I get in."

I shrugged.

"Give me your arm."

I sat down with him but didn't do as he said. "Let me do it."

"No. I don't exactly trust you to take care of your self after you jumped out of my car."

I frowned but slowly moved my arm over to him. He took it gently.

"You know you can trust me right?"

I shrugged. Bull shit.

He frowned and inspected my arm. As I suspected the skin was torn, re-opening old wounds.

"How many days clean are you?"

"Around a month. I'm better now. Never going back."

"Good." He said while using a swab to clean it, making me wince.

"That stings..."

"It's helping." He wrapped a bandage around it.

"You have blood on your face." He leaned forward and cupped my head in his hands, making me freeze. He wiped the blood away that was on the corner of my mouth, then let his thumb travel over my lips.

I was completely stiff and I didn't move until he took his hands away.

There was something else though, behind the fear and awkwardness of him touching me, there was some feeling bubbling beneath the surface, I felt it, and I liked it.

Harry sighed and looked me in the eye, I looked away.

Suddenly his hand grabbed my chin and he tried to make me look at him. I still wouldn't meet his eye.

"Logan, look at me." He practically growled. The stupid and submissive side of me that I hate, obeyed and I looked into him, surprised a little, he was closer then before.

"Why can't you look me in the eye?" He demanded harshly, making me cringe. I've said it before and I'll say it again, he reminds me too much of Jake.

"Please." His voice softened and he released my chin.

I waited a little before answering. "Harry, I-"

"No, wait I'm sorry." He looked so ashamed of himself, he ran his hand through his hair. I wasn't going to tell him anyway. "Don't tell me, not yet. When your ready." He looked at me again, but for some reason he seemed less like Jake and more like... A Harry I would want to get to know.

"We should go to my house, you're going to need more then just a couple cotton swabs, do you even have bandaids in that thing?"

"I am not wearing band aids."

"Why?"

"I am a grown man. I do not need band aids."

I stared at him while he pouted for a couple seconds, then burst into laughter. I laughed so hard it made the bruise on my stomach hurt but I didn't care.

Harry was glaring at me while I tried to catch my breath.

"O-ok, l-let's go to my h-house now." I said in between giggles.

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