Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Twenty

I wince as Harry punches Zayn, his head hitting the concrete. The two other guys that showed up with Harry pull him off Zayn as if they've done this a million times before. Harry is still in a frenzy, they're doing everything they can to hold Harrys arms back. His chest is moving up and down rapidly and he kicks his legs in the air, in attempts to get another hold on Zayn. Blood is oozing from Harrys eyebrow, trailing down to his neck, and his hands look worse than ever before.

Harry coughs then spits a mixture of blood and saliva onto the ground. "Get off of me!" Harry screams and the men let go.

"Don't do it again Harry," the one guy warns. Even in the dark, his blue eyes are clear and vibrant.

"Fuck off with this shit," Harrys yells, then kicks one of the dumpsters. Zayns body jolts from the clang. He struggles to sit up from the concrete then wipes the blood off his face using his jacket sleeve.

"You got a couple good shots on me there Styles," Zayn manages a smirk, even after getting almost beaten to death by Harry. "Louis, you mind tossing me a smoke?" Zayn pats his jacket looking for the small box of cigarettes he was carrying earlier.

The one with blue eyes walks up to Zayn, that must be Louis. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it for Zayn.

"Thanks," Zayn takes a drag.

My eyes dart to Harry. He's still heavily breathing, in only a black tshirt and jeans. Even with his face busted, he looks breathtaking.

"You always gotta fight," the other man says, giving Harry a pat on the back. He has sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. He's the shortest of the bunch, with Harry easily being the tallest.

"Fuck you Chris, I have a meeting tomorrow and now look at me," Harrys voice echos through the alley. "I kept saying you should just go with Louis by yourself but no, you wanted me to come."

"Yeah Chris, Harry attacking Zayn is totally your fault," Louis laughs and Zayn joins in.

I stand there in horror, clearly not amused by Louis's joke. I just watched Harry attack Zayn, he could've killed him. And now, everyone is so relaxed about the situation. Just like nothing happened at all.

Harry digs in his jean pocket and takes a couple steps towards Zayn. Louis and Chris watch Harry carefully, just in case he attacks him again. "Here's your money," Harry throws a wad of cash wrapped in rubber bands at Zayn. He catches the money and sceptically looks at it, making sure its all there.

"Lets go," Harrys voice is calmer than earlier, but still rigid. Louis and Chris nod and reach over to help Zayn up. "Serena!"

"What?" My voice is barely audible.

"I said lets go," Harry repeats before turning on his heels and stumbling away.

It takes a couple seconds before my head connects with my feet and I follow quietly behind Harry. On cue a black limousine pulls into the alley way and Harry steps inside. I look back once to see Zayn laughing with Louis and Chris. How is he okay with this? That's something I will never be able to comprehend.

I slide onto the seat and place my bag beside me. Harry puts something in his mouth before washing it down with liquor.

My throats feels tight and I lean my head on the window. Everything around me is fuzzy. I almost feel nauseous after the multiple crazy events from earlier today.

Harry is actually insane. How he has money, I still don't know. He is so smart and charming and rude and funny and sick. I'm too concerned about the fact that I may be catching feelings than to worry about how Harry just popped pills and chased it with alcohol right in front of me.