A New Love

Twenty-One

Your POV
I was seething as I stood soaking in front of Harry. I swore the water was evaporating from my skin. I wasn't buzzed anymore. That was for sure.

Harry's fist was tight around the front of Seth's shirt. Seth looked so confused and annoyed at having been interrupted. I didn't blame him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N—" Harry tried to apologize.

I held one hand up and he shut his mouth.

"Is this your ex-boyfriend or something?" Seth asked, looking from me to Harry and back to me.

I wiped my hair away from my face. "No, he is not. He is my roommate." I turned to Harry and in a deadly serious voice said, "Let him go."

Harry clenched his jaw but did as I asked. He cracked his knuckles and glared at Seth. Oh, if looks could kill. Harry would be the dead one. Of that I was sure.

"Can you give us a minute?" I directed my question at Seth.

He looked between me and Harry. "Are you sure?"

"She's sure," Harry answered for me.

I held my hand up again, signaling him to stop talking. He was only making this worse for himself. I really wanted to punch him. "I'm sure," I sighed. "I will meet you inside."

He reluctantly left and that was when I noticed people were staring. I glared at them. "What the hell are you all staring at?" I gripped Harry's forearm. "Come over here."

We moved away from people's prying eyes. Harry didn't say anything for once. I abruptly stopped and stood in front of him with my arms crossed.

"You better start explaining yourself," I demanded. "What the hell is wrong with you? Who do you think you are to come over and meddle in something that doesn't concern you? Thank you for making me fall in the fountain by the way. It really made my fucking night." I angrily tried to wring the water from my clothes.

"Are you cold?" was all he said.

I threw my hands up in the hair. "No! I'm not 'cold'!"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Look, I am sorry that you fell in the water. I did not mean for that to happen."

"Then what did you mean to happen, hmm?"

"I just— I saw him about to kiss you, and Niall had told me you had had a couple of drinks, so I thought I should intervene before things got a little too serious," he tried to explain.

I tightly twisted my hair and water splashed onto the grass. "I can take care of myself."

"Not in that state," he gestured at me.

My mouth dropped open and I scoffed. "You know what," I shook my head, "I am going home. There is no way I am staying like this," I gestured to myself, "all night. Now, if you'll fucking excuse me." I shove past him.

He took hold of my arm. His face was anxious and he opened his mouth to say something.

"Harry? What's going on?" a female voice asked.