The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Thirty-Four

(Harry's POV)

I was furious. Completely and utterly out-of-control furious. My cheeks were burning, my vision was blurry. My jaw was clenched and my fists were clenched even harder. The story Niall had just told me set me off to the point where I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do. I had never been this angry before, but I didn't care. Zayn Malik was going to pay for everything he did to Niall.

I stomped down the stairs, my chest rising and falling faster than I thought was possible. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, but I ignored it. I marched down the hallway, back towards the kitchen archway where I heard Louis yelling at Zayn, threatening to shoot him.

Let me deal with him first.

I tore into the kitchen, my glare set on the man who scared Niall. No one can scare Niall, no one can lay a hand on him except for me. The images in my head of Niall's story were still playing, like a movie with no ending. I couldn't get it out of my head, no one can touch my Niall like that.

Zayn's eyes widened once he saw me, Louis' as well. I walked forward and shoved Louis to the side, grabbing Zayn by his collar and backing him up, slamming his lower back against the counter. He let out a grunt.

"Harry!" Louis tried grabbing my arm, but I shook it off. I knew Niall was behind me, watching from the archway. Good, I want him to see his worst nightmare go down bloody and broken.

"Get off me!" Zayn yelled, pushing his hands against my chest. I just shoved him back again. His eyes squeezed shut at the impact of the counter on his spine.

"How dare you touch Niall like that!" I screamed. My voice sounded foreign as it exited my mouth. I almost didn't recognize it.

Zayn smirked, cocking his head. "So the little bitch told you?"

My vision went completely blurry. I pulled Zayn back, throwing him onto the floor. I stepped over him, grabbing a hold of his shirt collar and hoisting his head off the ground. That's when I threw my first punch.

My fist connected straight with his jaw, a loud crack echoing throughout the kitchen. A shock traveled from my knuckles all the way up my arm. The feeling was addicting. Zayn went limp beneath me, his hand shooting up to hold his jaw as he groaned loudly. I didn't bother looking up to see where Louis and Niall were, I didn't care. This was about Zayn, and all the wrong he had done to Niall.

"Don't you EVER call Niall that! Don't you ever touch him again!" I screamed right into Zayn's face.

Zayn just smirked again, his eyes half closed in pain. "You've got one hell of an arm, Styles."

That stupid smirk. He reminded me of Jeff. I punched him again, right in the lip. He immediately started bleeding, blood running down his chin. His eyes squeezed shut again as he reached up to try and push me off of him. That pissed me off even further.

My fist connected with his nose, and Zayn's loud cry echoed louder than the crack. "You're a fucking dick!" I yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Get off me!" Zayn shouted, his teeth stained with blood. He tried to push me off of him again, and I knocked his hands away, punching him in the opposite cheek.

"How dare you do that to Niall! How dare you do all of that, then text him asking him to hang out! How dare you even lay a hand on him in the wrong way!" I was raging now, punching Zayn harder with every sentence. "How dare you take advantage of him! You're a fucking creep! You're a bastard, Zayn Malik!"

Punch after punch was delivered to Zayn's face. I couldn't think properly, I couldn't see properly. All I could focus on was the horrible images playing in my head of what he had done to Niall, and the pain shooting through my arm every time my fist connected with his face.