Harry's P.O.V
A month has gone by and surprisingly, everything has been pretty well.
I have resumed my job after taking a few holidays. I even earned a promotion, and really... it's unbelievable. They gave me a bigger office, and a car as well. I just thought I was that random bloke who nobody ever noticed. Turns out that isn't the truth.
I was walking back home after work. It was late at night as I had to work for a longer time now. I decided not to take my car as I hadn't been working out lately and thought that this could be a good source of exercise. Just to make my walk a little longer, I had decided to take the alleys and go zig-zag. I mean I could've just gone to the gym, but I'm too lazy for that.
As I got closer to home, I pulled out my phone and opened twitter, scrolling through what was trending today. I didn't realized how absorbed I became into it, until I bumped into someone's back.
Is it possible to find someone so intimidating without them even looking at you? I hadn't seen his face yet, but all you needed was a good look at his back to be able to tell how well-built he was.
"Oh. I'm really sorry sir. I didn't see you there."
The brown-eyed bearded man turned his attention towards me. There was another blue-eyed one leaning on the wall beside him.
"Sorry your ass." The man suddenly said. Was what I had done accidentally really this big of a deal?
"Excuse me? I said I was sorry. What more do you want?"
"And who do you think gave you the right to question us?" The other man joined in while the first casually pinned me to the wall, like I was of the weight of a feather.
"Hey! Let me go!"
"Not so easily. What's the hurry anyway?" He continued as he wrapped his hand around my throat. It wasn't tight, as if he did that as just a threat.
"Louis, why don't you take what this young lad brought for us?"
"Sure mate. Oh. Nice watch you got there. Can I see?" The one I assumed was named Louis said as he slid my watch of my wrist.
"Give that back to me! My grandfather gave it to me!"
"Awe. How sweet. And Liam, look at these nice rings he's got." Louis said as he pulled of my rings from my hands.
My eyes had started to water. Those things contained so many memories of mine... and they're just, taking them away?
I punched Liam in his stomach. According to my expectations, he would stagger back and scream in pain, but that man didn't even move an inch. Instead, he tightened his grip around my neck.
"Don't you dare. Or you'll be sorry."
I took this as a signal to not mess with these men, whoever they were. They weren't going to have any mercy. Louis came to the other side and pushed his hand inside my back pocket, taking my phone, credit card and my wallet.
Did I have to choose the alleys? Couldn't it be anywhere else? I'm so fucking dumb.
Just as a tear escaped my eye, I heard a familiar voice from the side.
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