Torn (harry styles)

40- Fight

1 hour ago.

Dexter's P.O.V

The party was good but I still haven't heard from Skye.

I heard she had to go to hospital to get her stomach pumped because he drank too much.

It's a shame that I didn't see her absolutely off her nut because that would have been the perfect opportunity to take advantage.

"Pass a beer mate." I say to Dylan.

We're all sitting in my lounge, drinking beer and talking about tits.

The usual.

"How about you Dex?" Dylan says, passing me a beer.

"What?" I say, taking the beer and realising that I forgot to listen to the conversation.

"Who's the girl with the biggest tits that you've banged?"

I answer their question and they begin asking me about Skye and how long it will be before I bang her.

"Not long boys, not long at all!"

We all laugh for a few seconds and then there's a bang on the door.

"Speaking of Skye, that's probably her now- thirsty for my cock." I joke.

the pounding continues.

I curse and walk to go and answer it.

As soon as I answer the door I see Harry Styles standing there.

"What the-" I'm interrupted by him grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me out if the house into my driveway.

"You're a fucking asshole." He spits through a clenched jaw, shoving my up against my car.

Fear simmers inside me and my breathing gets fast as.

"Get off me!" I try to push him off me but he's much bigger than I am.

"Shit guys dexters getting told!" Carl and Dylan are now standing at the door watching, followed by Henry and Tom.

I suddenly feel more confident, I can't let my boys think I'm weak and take the piss.

"Get your fucking hands off me Styles and keep your knickers on!" I laugh.

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry grunts, hands still on my shirt. He pulls me away from my care more a second before ramming me against it again. I cough as the jolt is sent through my entire body.

I take my first swing at him, my timing so perfect that my fist strikes the side of his face with great force.

Something changes his eyes, and now I'm even more scared.

Before I can even try and escape, I'm being punched in the face numerous times. And it fucking hurts. My whole face aches. My nose is bleeding and my eye is throbbing and I just know that it will be bruised.

On the plus side, his eye brow is bleeding a little.

Why is he even doing this? Revenge? Ha, probably.

I wriggle free, my friends all pull me away. Harry's fists are balled at his sides and his posture strong.

"Hey Harry, if we could put you into a bin in primary school, we can probably do it again. Right boys?" My mouth bigger than my balls, I say things I probably shouldn't but Harry does lion quite taken back. Probably remembering our old days together.

"That's not what this is about you fucking dick."

If that's not what this is about, then it must be about Skye. After all, he did kiss her. He's probably developed feelings for the little slut, shame she loves me.