You called Harry's cell phone for about the 5th time, but each time, you just get his answering machine. You decided to try and call one more time, since you were getting worried. Finally, he answers.
"Hello? Harry? Hello?" you repeat. You don't here Harry's voice, just muffled voices and loud music playing in the background.
"Hey baby." he finally says. His words sound slurred. You here giggles from girls.
"Harry, where are you?" you ask immediately, hoping he doesn't hang up.
"What?" he asks, sounding confused.
"Where are you?" you repeat again, almost yelling.
You hear him sigh before he slurs out the address. You grabbed your jacket and got in the car, putting the address in your GPS and drove of in full speed. All sorts of thoughts were spinning through your head like, what if he is hooking up with other girls, or he gets in a fight with some drunk loser.
It was to much too deal with, you dialled Harry's number to tell him you were picking him up but every time it went to voice mail. As you drove up to the busy street you saw a hundreds of people swarming the night club.
You jumped out of the car and once again called Harry, this time he answered.
"Hello this is Harry's phone" a girl said as she giggled hysterically.
You didn't have time for this, you hung up and rolled your eyes, sighing. As soon as you parked the car, a few men crowded around you. You try your best to ignore them they keep getting in your face.
"Hey sugar, how you doin'." one says. You keep walking but one of them reaches out and touches your leg. You look up at him, straight in the eye, and don't hesitate before you swing up your arm punch the man in the face.
"Don't touch me." you say through gritted teeth as you walk away and inside the club. Once inside, you look around to find sweaty, drunk bodies, all cramped together. Boys without shirts and girls with skirts and dresses as tight as a straight jacket and as short as underwear. You squeeze your way through, looking for Harry. When suddenly a girl in a skin tight black dress approaches you.
"Looking for a good time?" she smiles, exposing her tongue ring.
"No, I'm looking for Harry Styles, have you seen him?"
"Ah, well you'll have to wait in line young lady." she says while gesturing towards the couches, even thought we are probably the same age.
I push through and get over to see Harry standing up, yelling at a much more broad and muscular man.
"Harry!" I scream, but he can't hear me over the music. Suddenly the man gets closer to Harry, then smacks in on the side of the head. Harry gets angry and smacks him back harder. Before I know it, a crowd has joined in a circle to watch, and fists are now being thrown between Harry and the man.
"Harry!" you repeat, hoping one time that'll he'll hear you...but he doesn't.
The man packs another punch, this one sending Harry onto the ground. His nose and mouth are bleeding and his one of his eyes are swollen shut. You can't stand this anymore, and decide now is a good time. You slide down on the ground over to Harry. The man stops punching him once he sees you.
"Harry." you whisper, holding his head up.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he barley slurs out.
"C'mon." you say, dragging up his bruised body and putting his arm over your shoulder for support. He limps with you out of the club. You set him down in the passenger seat and get in the driver seat, locking the doors. You drive off and you two are left in silence. "What do I say?" you think to yourself.
~to be continued~
