Walk Away h.s punk/au

Chapter Eleven

I watched eagerly as Harry took the last swing. I couldn't describe it, but there was some sort of appeal to that. All that strength bottled up in his body, his muscles tightening around each other. I squirmed in my seat the entire time as I saw each punch delivered slow and with a purpose.

The second that Dylan hit the mat I couldn’t control myself. I jumped from my seat, four words slipped from my mouth. “I love you, Harry!”

My fingers curled around my lips trying to take back what I said. But it occurred to me, as Harry’s head snapped in my direction. His good dimply smile slowly spread along his bleeding lips. Louis jerked his head in the direction of the dressing area and I gladly ran that way.

Bumping into several of Dylan’s’ friends I pushed them out of my way. I was going to see my boyfriend. My boyfriend. The thought of it made me sprint quicker out of the arena like area for the back. I   could hear the sounds of two sets of feet behind me. “Katherine, where are you going?” I heard Tiffany yell.

“To see my boyfriend that just kicked Dylan’s arse!” I shouted back over my shoulder with a slight laugh. This feeling was odd. I felt something fluttering at my stomach, clawing its way out.  It felt nice, though. I liked it.

Turning the corner I slipped on the buffed concrete bumping into a tough chest. Squinting my eyes at the impact, I muttered a, “damn”.

A thick voice chuckled, “Someone’s eager. Just don’t make me an uncle yet.” Looking up I was met with Liam’s gentle face.

“Sorry.” I muttered feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. These boys are built like trucks. I thought.

“It’s nothing love, just run to your man. Be a bit more careful though.” He warned continuing on his way dragging a cooler behind him.

Once I turned the corner there was a thick dark wooden door ajar. I could distinctly hear Louis high pitched laugh ringing. I liked Louis; he seemed like a good friend. Slowing my pace as I neared the door I heard Harry’s thick accent being to speak. “Man, Lou, seeing her out there. She looked like an angel.”

I bit my lips to keep from letting the awe the wanted to escape my lips fall. “She is one, ‘Arry.” Louis continued.

Harry drew a sigh; it was a nice sound, a cuddly sound. “I want her to have it.”

Confused I pressed closer to the door. What was it? I’m sure it wasn’t his virginity as much as I would love for him to be a virgin like me. That sudden thought stirred in me deflating my mood. The insecure thoughts slowly crept back from the dark corner I desperately tried to shove them. They had been gone for so long, since Harry came in.

“Are you sure?” Louis voice pulled me from that spot in my mind. “That’s yours Harry. Your parents left it for you.”

“Yeah, but, it’s like she’s a part of me.” Harry confessed.

Trying to swallow the thoughts, I gently knocked on the door, pushing it open. “Hello dear!” Louis chirped running to hug me. I couldn’t help but giggle at the way his head was just a few inches above mine. I looked over his shoulder at Harry, seeing his big smile. “Well, I leave you two alone...to do whatever you do.” He joked walking out, but not before giving my backside a light smack.