Crazy • h.s.

fights, busted lips and dreams

I let out a nervous sigh as Harry walks me up to the door, his arm on the small of my back. His car sat in the driveway so he was obviously home, waiting for me. He was most likely already pissed drunk, like always. I couldn’t help but feel nervous as hell because of what happened earlier, when Harry kissed me. I knew for a fact if Chris ever found out, I would definitely get it. It wouldn’t be pretty, that’s for sure.

I pull out my house key I had on a sparkly ‘S’ charm so I could unlock the door. Just as I was about to slip it in the lock, the door swings open in a swift motion.Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me… I think to myself as I see the person standing there, who I’ve been dreading to see; Chris. As he stood there, his eyes hazed over, he was pissed drunk like I expected.

“What the fuck is he doing here?!” he asks in a serious tone, anger in his voice as he looks at Harry who stood at my side.

His eyes were bloodshot just like I suspected they would be. as he slurred his words, I could smell strong stench of alcohol or whatever the hell he had been drinking on his breath. I turned to tell Harry to get going but I am grabbed forcefully by the arm from him. He drags me inside through the slightly open doorway and pushes me against the nearest wall. His grip tightens on my arm even more.

Just as Chris was about to close the door, Harry’s foot stops the door from closing. I begin to struggle to try and free myself from his grip. He only tightens his grip even more on my arm so close to cutting off the circulation to my blood stream.

“Get your filthy hands off her, Mour-ies! I know what you’ve done to her!” he snaps at my boyfriend in a harsh tone and lunges forward. I am soon free from his grip and pushed away from him when Harry pushes him forcefully against the wall he was just pinning me against seconds ago ready to throw a punch when he interjects.

“You don’t even know what I do to her, Styles; you don’t know the half o–” he slams him right in the jaw. I turn and head over to where I spotted Kendall along with Payton. They both rush over to me and look at me with worried expressions on each of their faces.

“What the hell’s going on?” Kendall asks and puts her hand on my shoulder in a friendly way to ask if I was alright.

I nod my head and turn to see Harry punching Chris, from the looks of it really hard. He hit him right in the nose. My eyes widen at the sight, I could see blood gushing from my boyfriend’s nose that was now all over Harry’s knuckles. I casually pull myself away from my two mates and begin to hurry forward so I could try and break them up. They needed to end this, why the hell did it even start in the first place? Oh, I wonder why and who – oh yeah, me, that’s who.

“Stop it you guys, please!” I yell as I run forward, panic in my eyes. I try to get in between the two of them and break this fight up, only just to be pushed back forcefully by Chris who was glaring at me.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Sidney, it doesn’t concern you,” he snaps at me and pushes me when I try to intervene once more. I couldn’t help but feel my eyes tear up as he spit that out at me. Why the hell am I still with him?

Once I was out of the way, Harry brings his knee up to his groin in a fast motion, sending Chris to the floor doubling over in pain. After a few minutes, he launches forward and punches Harry in the jaw once only to be hit numerous times. I could have sworn he hit him near the eye as well. Ouch, what an ass Chris is for picking a fight now. It wasn’t going to end well. Once I had the chance, later, tomorrow I’m sure, I was going to chew him out for it.

“Yes it does concern me, I’m the reason you two are having it out,” I snap, my voice cracking a bit as I spoke. My eyes never left the out of control scuffle in front of me as I made my way back over to where my friends stood in the doorway of the living room.