Bad Boy Is Back [Harry Styles Fan Fiction] ON HOLD

Chapter - Eight.

I know that the last chapter was kinda boring, only minor drama! But I'm working on it, I have to plan through each chapter. I want them to be perfect.

Alyssa's Point Of View:

"What in the actual fuck," I snapped, looking at Nialls swollen face and Harrys bruised knuckle and cut lip. I can't leave the house without some type of altercation happening, how is it that these 'grown men' act as if they are some kids in middle school.

"He started it," Harry grumbled beneath his breath, my eyes were wide with agitation.

"What was there even to start, you two can't be serious right now!" I groaned, throwing my arms in the air like a mad women. I feel like a mother, and these are my children. Which is strange because one of my children are my immature boyfriend.

"I called him out on his shit," Niall sneered, glaring in Harry's direction. "He got Liam drunk last night, that's the last thing Liam needs. That's the last thing you need!"

Taking in a deep breath I didn't say anything, what was there to say. I know how upset and emotional Liam has been. And emotional for these guys is much different then emotional for any other human being it's acting out with anger, and drinking non-stop, Danielle and Liams break up hasn't just taken a toll on him. It's been taking a toll on the entire house, it was like Harry when I first met him all over again. He'd stumble into the house at three in the morning almost every night, breaking things, mumbling curse words. He was a wreck.

"Insult me one more time, I swear to go-"

"Enough!" I interrupted, raising my voice.

"I don't need this shit," Niall said softly, "Liam is my best mate, and he was just doing better. Better until this bloody idiot had to bring her up!"

"He didn't know," I defended Harry softly before the two men could start screaming at each other again, I was not defending his actions I was defending him as a person. How could Harry have known, no one thought to bring it up to him.

"Of course," Niall chuckled dryly, "always defending him, even when he doesn't deserve it."

"I'm not saying what he did was okay, in no way was it okay." I paused, letting out a much needed breath. "He just didn't know, okay!? You all are best friends! why fight over something so, so petty."

"Petty?!" Niall argued, "Liam is turning into an alcoholic and an alcoholic is provoking it!

Before I could do damn thing, Harry lunged across the couch. Attacking Niall, and throwing him on the ground, the boys threw punches as they rolled around in attempt to get each other pinned. I screamed, as they grunted and groan. "Stop! Stop it. Get off of each other!"

Within minutes Liam and Zayn were breaking them apart. "I don't need this shit," Harry growled, pushing Liam off of him and spitting blood onto the ground. Niall yelled all sorts of things out of anger, as Harry barged passed everyone throwing on his boots and slamming the front door shut. Running after him, I closed the door behind me my breathing was all in a whack.

"Harry wait," I paused, catching my breath as I walked down the front steps as fast as I could in heels. "Please wait."

I tried extremely hard to keep up with his face pace but he just wouldn't budge, how could I even keep up though? I was in heels and chasing after him. His fists were curled up at his sides, his boots stomped against the pavement of the side walk he was now on. And his muscles tightened with anger, stopping in my tracks I crossed my arms over my chest in attempt to block out the cold. It was a chilly night,

"God damn it, Harry stop!" I yelled, stomping my foot in a childish manner. He stopped in his tracks, turning to face me. I could tell he was furious but the dark color change in his eyes, by the way his chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion.

 "Talk to me," I begged, "please."

"Why should I?" He snapped, "I should stop and talk to you the way you wouldn't stop and talk to me?"

That stung. Shutting my eyes tightly for a mere second I let my surroundings keep me calm as I took in a deep breath, exhaling before trying again. "I know you're mad, but running off doe-"

"For someone sitting her trying to persuade me not to run away, you do a damn good job doing that yourself." He chuckled dryly

"This isn't about me!" I finally snapped by yelling at him angrily, "this isn't about me." I repeated again after minutes of silence, calming myself down.

 I watched as he fumbled through the pockets of his jeans, confusion taking over my facial features. That was until he pulled out his car keys, sucking in a breath I shook my head. "Don't even think about it, fuck no." I gritted through my teeth, shaking his head he let out a fake quick chuckle before beginning to walk toward the car.

"If you leave," I paused, swallowing back the growing lump in my throat. "to go to that stupid fucking bar, and come back drunk. We're done. So fucking done."

He was unlocking the front door, I could hear the jingle of the keys. When he stopped he looked up at me angrily, swinging the passenger seat door open. "I'll take my chances," he growled, before hopping in and slamming the door shut. Moving aside, I watched as he pulled out of the drive way, and sped off down the road.

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(A/N): Quck double update because I love you guys and the chapter needed a bit of flare. Enjoy, comment and vote