a/n: y'all wanted it, and y'all got it. here's part 6 !!
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The whole car ride is silent as you keep on over-thinking what Sam had said on the phone to an anonymous.
"You okay?" Sam suspects that something's up since you haven't said a word. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." You try to give him a smile but your facial expressions just seem blank.
"Alright. We're almost here anyway." He says as he turns into a opening which leads to what you suppose, the restaurant.
"In fact, here we are." Sam stops the car in a parking area before rushing out of the car. He quickly jogs over to your side and opens the door for you. You give him a polite smile before stepping out.
The restaurant is heavily decorated in the prettiest , little lights. "Shall we?" Sam smiles and you nod. He takes your hand in his as you two walk into the building.
As soon as you two step inside, you are greeted with the sounds of chatter and the warm smell of delicious food. The great atmosphere warms you up.
You both walk over to your reserved table and take a seat.
You feel about uneasy on this date. Before you heard that extremely sketchy phone call, you just feel like something bad is going to happen. It was 'too good to be true' you always thought.
As soon as you two sit down, Sam's phone rings again. He gives you an apologetic look before you nod, signalling he can take the call. He smiles softly before picking up the call and walking out of the restaurant.
You feel like you should take this chance to sprint. Run out of that door and be free from what seems to be the beginning of a nightmare.
You suddenly feel someone grip your shoulder tightly. "What the hell— Harry?!" Your eyes widen as you see the green-eyed man staring down at you.
"Come with me. Now." He says sternly.
"Harry I'm on a date, wouldn't that be rude?" You try to protest against him, but your mind and your soul is telling you to go with him.
"Y/N I'm doing this because I care about you. You're in danger and you need to get the hell out of here." Harry says as he only grips onto you tighter.
You contemplate your decision but it's already to late to make up your mind. Sam walks into the restaurant and he looks pissed.
"What the hell are you going here?" Sam scowls, pointing a finger at Harry.
"You need to back away from Y/N. I know what you're up to. And if you think I'm going to let it happen then man, you are highly mistaken." Harry says as he pushes you gently behind him.
"You know nothing." Sam responds coldly. "I know everything." Harry responds.
Sam inches closer and closer to Harry. You can feel Harry tighten his grip on you, almost like you're about to just leave him and he'll never see you again.
"Look at you. You think you're so tough. You think that you're the so brave and heroic trying to protect you little lady friend over here. But you're just a fool. You're just pathetic. You're nothing Styles. Nothing but a piece of sh—" Sam is cut off by getting a fist to his face.
Your heart jumps out of your chest as you first notice Harry swing at Sam. Sam falls to the ground as blood drips from the corner of his mouth.
An evil smirk appears on Sam's face as he rises to his feet again (sound like some weird superhero movie lol) "Fucking useless!" He leaps onto Harry and they're both wrestling like two animals on the ground.
Sam takes a swing at Harry and knocks him square in the jaw. You look away, unable to see Harry get hurt. Harry tries to regain himself, but Sam just keeps on going.
"Stop!" You shout. "You're going to fucking kill him! Stop it Sam!" The attention of the whole entire restaurant is now on you guys. A couple of staff members run over to try and stop the fight, but they push them away.
You run over to Sam and try to pull him off. He hits you and you fall onto the ground.
Harry notices and he only grows with more anger. "Don't fucking touch her!" He yells as he finally regains his strength back. He gives one powerful punch to Sam as Sam falls of Harry and onto the ground. "Fuck!" He yells, clutching his jaw.
Harry stands up and immediately comes to your aid. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He kneels down beside you and you shake your head.
"Harry!" You scream as you see Sam suddenly appear from behind him, ready to leap onto Harry.
Harry manages to move both yourself and himself out of the way and Sam lands on the table, tipping it over and dragging all it's contents down with it.
"That's it! I want you two out of my restaurant!" You hear a loud voice boom through the building.
You look over and see the manager raging with anger. Harry quickly helps you up and you two try to get out as quick as possible, while Sam is still dealing with his mess.
Harry limps as he tries to support you. "Harry, you're hurt. Let me take you." You say as you drape his arm around your shoulders. You support him as you two quickly go to Harry's car.
He gives you his keys and you unlock the car. Harry gets in but winces in pain as he tries to settle in seat. His forehead his dripping with blood as he grips ribcage.
"Fuck." He breathes out, in extreme pain.
You look at him as he shuts his eyes tightly, wanting to somehow reduce the pain. You can't help but feel guilty, like this is all your fault.
You try to buckle up his seatbelt, but you end up hurting him unintentionally.
"Fuck Y/N!" Harry cries out. You let go of the seatbelt carefully and step away from him, so scared to even touch him.
"I'm sorry..." You say quietly.
Harry detects the guilt and pain in your voice. His eyes soften as he sees you so broken, trying to fix others but not yourself.
A deep sigh escapes his bloodied lips as you close his door and go over to your side of the car.
You get in and rev up the engine. What a hell of a night.
