Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

13

  A boy in a black leather jacket swung his fist toward the perverted boy's jaw. The boy was pushed to the ground by the impact of the mysterious boy's fist and he held his jaw. "What the hell?" he yelled. "Don't ever get near her again," the boy in the jacket growled. That's when I knew who the boy in the dim lighting was. It was Harry.

  "Why should I listen to you?" the pervert said getting up and pushing Harry. "Because I don't think that it would be attractive to women to have another black eye," Harry snapped. The other boy swung his arm at Harry's face and the impact made Harry crash into the wall. Once Harry was against the wall, the boy gave him an uppercut to his stomach. Harry crumbled to the floor, but soon recovered by kicking the boy in the gut making him take a couple of steps back.

  "You're going to regret that, Styles!" the boy said charging towards Harry. The boy tried to swing at Harry's face again, but Harry quickly ducked and elbowed the boy in the chin. Soon enough, the boy recovered and punched Harry in the lip. To get away from the wall, Harry grabbed the boy by his shirt and slammed him into the wall. He pinned the boy against the wall and started to curse at him violently. The boy pushed Harry away and started to curse back.

  I stood on the far side of the room trying to absorb it all, but I just couldn't. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of my eyes. It was pure terror for me and I had never experienced such a thing in my life. It was as violent as an extreme action movie. I was truly horrified and scared at how violent Harry could get. Even though I've seen him yell, he has never gotten this violent. But that was when the question struck me. Why?

  Harry started to push the boy back and the boy got very mad. He kneed Harry in the gut harshly and Harry collapsed to the ground. "Harry!" I screamed. I rushed over to him and tried to help him up, but he couldn't no matter how hard I tried. The perverted boy's hands wrapped around my arms and dragged me away. I screamed Harry's name and looked around at the people around us. Some of them just stared, but the rest of them continued to party like nothing was happening. 

  I'm done for, I thought. I continued to yell for Harry and he finally looked up. His eyes seemed like they turned black and he slowly got up. I was terrified and my breathing quickened more than it already had.  Harry took swift steps to the boy and I,(who was already dragging me upstairs to a bedroom), and punched the guy square in the face. The boy fell onto the steps and laid there unconscious.

  Before I could process anything, Harry took me by the hand and rushed me out of the house. Harry ran down the street with my hand still in his own large one and we made it to his car. I quickly opened the door as he did the same and as soon as I shut it, we were off. I panted and started to sob remembering all the memories of what just happened earlier. 

  As Harry's eyes stared at the road, his knuckles turned white from anger as they were wrapped around the steering wheel. With every sob that escaped my lips, Harry flinched and his lips that formed in a straight line soon melted into a frown. Anger wasn't the emotion Harry had in his eyes at this point. It was sympathy. Harry drove off the side of the road and parked turning towards me.

  "Don't cry, Baby. It's okay," Harry cooed as he softly rubbed my back. I looked up at him in disbelief and said,"Harry, why did you come back for me? Why did you save me like that?" He paused for a minute and then replied,"You mean too much to me." A tear slid down my cheek and Harry softly wiped it away.  As Harry touched my face, I felt a spark of electricity race through my veins.

  "You barely even know me." I whispered,"How could I mean anything to you?" He ran his tongue over his lips and bit his lower lip thinking. "You actually want to know who I am. You care about me and therefore, I care about you. Even though I've only known you for a couple of days, you have been the best thing in my life," he said wiping another tear from my cheek. I closed my eyes and held Harry's hand to my face.

  "Thank you.. for saving me," I whispered as I opened my eyes to meet his. Harry smiled and nodded. I saw his lip bleeding and I frowned. I softly wiped his lip with my thumb and he smirked. The corners of my mouth raised slightly and I brought his lips to my own. Our kiss was soft, not rough as I had expected it to be. It was nice as our lips moved in sync with each other. After a little while, it got a little rougher. His tongue met mine and we contined to kiss. 

  Harry's hand made its way to my lower back and I entangled my hands in Harry's hair. After what seemed like an eternity, we departed and he smiled. "That was nice," he said running a hand through his hair. I nodded and I noticed the blood on my lip. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry," Harry apologized as he gave me a tissue. "Don't apologize," I said as I wiped the blood off of my lips. 

  "Let's go home, yeah?" Harry suggested. I nodded and we went back on the road. After about ten minutes, we were at Harry's and I noticed a motorcycle in his driveway. "Since when did you have a motorcycle?"I asked. "Since last week. Louis borrowed it a couple of days ago for some reason." Harry said as he parked the car, "I should take you on it." "Heck no," I laughed as I got out of the car. "C'mon, don't be a downer," Harry laughed as he locked the car. "I'm not!" I protested. "Whatever," Harry laughed. 

  I led Harry up the stairs and ordered for him to sit down in one of the chairs in the living room. I opened several doors that were down the hallway until I finally found the bathroom. I looked under the sink and found a facial towel. I put it under the running water and squeezed it until it was damp. I returned to Harry and sat down on his lap. I dabbed the places that were bleeding and frowned at how beaten up he got. 

  "Harry, I want to thank you again," I said. "It was nothing. Anybody would've done it," he said emotionlessly. I shook my head and said,"You would be surprised. Besides Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Calum, I don't really have any friends." He stared up at me and I could tell he had some form of empathy in his eyes. "Why not?" he asked. I sighed and bit my lip.

  I didn't want to tell Harry about my past. I mean, it took me about a year to unfold every little secret about my past to the Boys. I couldn't tell Harry. Something was yearning for me to, but I ignored it. Before me was a beautiful boy with shimmering emerald eyes and chocolate shiny curls who wanted to know everything about me. I was tempted to spill everything about me at that moment, but I eventually decided against it.

  "It's better to be alone," I said truthfully. "Why do you think that?" he asked with sorrow in his eyes. "You don't get hurt that way.." I drifted off. When I made my way to Harry's eye, he flinched and I gasped. "I'm sorry," I said. I continued to wipe the blood off of Harry's face when I found him staring into my eyes. I blushed a little and I could hear Harry's light laugh ring throughout the room and I glared at him.

  "You're cute when your face turns red," he smirked. "Shut up," I said sternly. He laughed again and I got up from his lap. "I'm sorry," he apologized as I made my way down the hallway. I put the wet and bloody towel in the bathroom sink and turned around to face Harry. His piercings gleamed in the bathroom light and he had a playful smirk on his lips.

  "You're such a loser," I laughed. "I have wounds all over me from kicking some guy's ass for you and you call me a loser?" Harry laughed as he followed me towards the couch. I sat down on the couch as Harry sat beside me and I smiled. "You're not a loser.. You're phenomenal," I said looking deeply into his eyes. "I think you're pretty grand too."