The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23

I look all over the fucking building for Cherry. I can't find her anywhere. No fucking where. Did she leave? Fuck. The image of them together makes me want to puke and punch a wall at the same time.

"Cherry?" I call out. I can't find her. Fuck, I'm not blaming this on myself. She was about to give a guy head. No fucking way was I going to let that happen. I pull out my phone and call her cell phone. When it starts ringing I look up the stairs to see if she went into one of the rooms. Nope. She's not here. Where the hell did she go? I go outside to find nothing but empty beer bottles and empty weed bags. 

"Cherry?" I look everywhere. Suddenly, I see her hiding beside the building. Head to her knees. 

"Cherry," I walk over to her. 

"Get away from me, Harry. " she says through her teeth. Woah. 

"Come on," I grab her arm and force her to stand. 

"Cherry, let's go." I get her to walk over to the car. Her gaze laid at the floor. I open the door for her and she gets in. Why is she cooperating? Her hairs in her face and she's not speaking. 

"Cherry, why the fuck are you acting like this? Wake up." I wipe hear hair out of her eyes. "are you drunk?" I look at her and her eyes are bloodshot. That's not alcohol. Oh my god.. 

"Are you on weed?" I ask and she doesn't answer. She wasn't like this when I found her outside in the stripper field... Did someone drug her? Her eyes close and it looks like she's going to pass out. I grab her arm and take her up to the front door of the club. I remember seeing a bucket of ice cold water on the porch outside. It was for the beer or something. I pick up the bucket. 

She looks up at me for the first time, "Wha-" she starts. 

"Sorry," I pour half the bucket on her. 

"Harry!" she opens her eyes widely. 

"I had to wake you up, you were on something. I don't know what." I take her hand and lead her to the car. She is going to kill me. 

"Harry, stop it." she releases my hold again as we walk to the car. She gets in angrily, at least she's more awake. I don't even care if she's getting the whole car wet, as long as she comes back home with me, I'm good. 

"Cherry," I put my hand on her thigh. 

"Fuck off," she slaps my hand and I pull away. 

"Stop swearing and stop being so ignorant," I roll my eyes. 

"I love how you swear all the time but then you tell me not to. Such a douche." she mumbles. "Just- just take me home,"  she crosses her arms. Yeah right, I'm not taking her home. What if Jack comes in and tries to touch her? The image makes me want to kill someone. I start driving when the question pops up. 

"Would you have done it," I don't make eye contact with her. 

"What?" I can feel her looking at me. 

"Would you have blown the guy," I ask her and she sighs. 

"I don't know," she admits. She wouldn't have. I think I've figured her out so far. 

"I knew it," I chuckle.  "You looked so fucking scared," 

"Me? You're the one who literally punched the guy. You need to stop, Harry. We're not dating." She says. She's right. We're not. I pull up to mine and the boy's  house and she frowns at me. 

"Are you for serious." she rolls her eyes dramatically. 

"Just, get in." I open the car door and grab her arm as I lead her up the stairs. I open the door for her and we get inside.