Vulnerable (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch. 18

Harry's P.o.v

The music was booming, lights radiated off of you as you entered. Body's entwined together under the roof and on the dance floor along with the extravagant sound of rock and roll. Pulling and swirling, spinning around and swaying hips. Some people seemed like professionals and as for people like Amelia and I, we were just winging it. We bumped in to a few people here and there and occasionally she'd step on my foot.

I had found this club the other night while I had nothing else to do. I had some time so I figured why not get to know the town a little better. Curiosity got to me once I saw the sign of "Ravin' and Rockin' Ages' on top of the club. I could hear the music once I got on to the street, and I always loved a good party. There were two bar set ups in the place, one to the left when you walked in and one towards the back. The one at the back didn't sank for any I.D. and I got to know one of the bartenders after.

I watched as Amelia kept on laughing as I spun her and brought her in close. I think we got a bit better at this in the hour and a half that we've been here. All the songs so far have been upbeat and with fast tempos that could make anyone tap there foot and grab a partner.

"I told you, you'd have a great time here!" I say loud enough over the music still playing.

"I've lived here for such a long time and I never came to this place. Oh my god it's fantastic!" She giggles.

We continue swaying around and dancing to every song until Amelia pulls me aside. "Harry" she says in between laughs "I have to use the rest room."

"Okay, here, I'll wait at the bar over there, and the bathrooms over at the right down there." I point over.

"Thanks, I'll be right back."

Moments after she goes over and I sit at the bar, a hand hits my shoulder harder than it should've and I turn immediately to be faced by some random sleaze. "Hey man! I didn't expect to find you hear." He slurred his words and I try to push him away by ignoring him. "Listen, don't ignore your brothers old friend. Chris wouldn't like that."

I quickly look back at him who's smirking and nodding his head. "How the fuck do you know my brother?"

"Well don't you mean, how did I know him? It's sad really, he gets killed, then you just run off. "

"You don't know anything! And who the hell are you?" I stand up so now we're exactly face to face and he reeks of alcohol and smoke.

He chuckles, "oh damn, I've said too much. Wow, I'm really drunk." He squints and I immediately grab him and I push both of us through the crowd of people until we're outside where I push him hard enough to make him fall to the ground.

"Who are you!?" I ask loud enough to scare the few people around us to leave the scene.

"Someone who knew your brother..." He slowly stands up. "And someone who knows Smith."

"Do you work for him?!"

"Barely, but let me tell you something, you're brother was an idiot." He laughs. "Stupid enough to not run away while he had the chance. You're probably just as stupid!"

I don't hesitate to punch him right in the jaw, but he doesn't even fall, just looks up and runs towards me. His knuckles are hard and I didn't think he'd be able to hit me since he's so drunk. It's simultaneous punches here and there. I can barely see exactly where I hit him, since I try ducking down on every swing he gets. He's probably around my size, but much buffer. My arm tenses up after he takes a hit twice at my ribs. My knuckles begin to burn and feel sore as each touch from flesh and bone have my adrenaline pumping. I can barely hear the screams and shouting from various voices. I don't even realize that people once again are getting in the way and pulling me back and pulling the other guy away. He's lucky enough to get one last, stronger punch at me and my vision ends up fogging up quickly. The next thing I feel is the hard gravel and bumps of stone from the sidewalks.

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Amelia's P.O.V

I was grateful once we got back to my house and saw no car in the driveway. Julia must still be out with Peter and I hope they don't come back anytime soon. Instead of parking Harry's car in front of the house I park it towards our neighbors house hoping no one will say anything. I look over to the passenger seat to see Harry moving his head slowly and still groaning from the pain. I don't know whether to be mad or just confused maybe both since once again he got in to a fight with someone, in the same week too!

"Come on, let's get you inside." I quietly say as I try helping him get out. His arm goes around my shoulder for support and he's heavy and slouching as we walk back to the house. I only then realize I have no keys as I try turning the knob.

"Are we here?" He mumbles.

"Yes"

"Why am I still standing?"

I can't help but laugh at his question and I look over and then grab him again and we walk around to the back towards the back door and I'm relieved when it's unlocked. Julia or I definitely need to get an extra key. I lead Harry to the living room and I'm careful to make sure we don't hit or drop anything since the lights are out and I only want to turn them on once we're where I want him to be. I find the light switch but then stop, thinking if I should just take Harry upstairs.

"Never mind, let's go upstairs, just in case Julia comes home." I say and go walk over to him.

He groans again and mumbles out something but I don't catch it and forget it once I help to support him to go up the stairs.

"You have a nice room. I remember the first time I came in here with you." He says again. Memories commence through my head as I remember that one night we went to the party John and Matt threw. Harry didn't know his way back to Keith's and I let him stay here with me, and I even let him sleep on my bed. That was then when we weren't together.

"Yeah, well sit down and I'll be right back." I help him on to my bed where he sits and quickly leave the room to go to the bathroom and find the small first aid kit. I wet a small cloth and find the bandages and go back to the room. "All right, well, let me get your face cleaned up first I guess." This time he has more blood running down from his mouth, it's gone down his chin to the middle of his neck. I clean up anywhere that's visible and slowly look down and contemplate on whether or not to ask him to take his shirt off. "Did he get you anywhere else?" I ask.

"Yeah, I don't know if I'm bleeding anywhere else." He moves a bit and grabs the bottom of his shirt and lifts it over his head revealing his chest and stomach. I'm still standing next to him and slowly move my eyes and only see a bit of bruising, but that's not what I continue looking at. His toned muscle, his tattoos, his skin, it's hypnotizing in a way that you just can't help but to look at. His eyes, I feel watching me, waiting to see if I'll react in any way. A smirk plays up on his lips which cause me to finally look away so he won't see me blushing.

"You have a bit of bruising, but other than that, I'm sure you'll live." I say jokingly and cause him to let out a small chuckle.

He takes both my hands in to his, bringing them up to his lips. "I'm sorry." He kisses my left hand. "I ruined this night." He kisses my right. "We were having so much fun, and I told you I wanted you to have a great time." He stops kissing and looks back up to meet my eyes. "And again, you look so beautiful in that dress." This time he's pulling me close and backing up on the bed so this time I'm still standing, but in between his legs. He pulls one of my hands and guides me so we're he's still sitting but now I'm on his lap, one leg on either side of him. My head lowers so I'm just hovering over his lips. "So fucking beautiful." He whispers softly. Shortly after, our lips press together, and I can tell he's been waiting for this all day, but so have I.