Things Are Strange, I Like It Like That.

Chapter Seven

We all jumble into the car and shut the door. I had Louis's leg on mine and my leg was on top of Niall. This was so uncomfortable. Oh well. At least we were about to go have fun. When we get to the bar we all fumble out of the car. It felt good to stretch my legs. We walk into the building and sit down. Liam and Niall head over to the pool table and I sit with Louis, Harry, and Zayn. 

"Anyone want a drink? My treat." Louis smiles at us. We all tell him what we want and he nods and walks to the other end of the bar. Suddenly a man comes and sits next to me.

"Hey, how are you doing?" He asks. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Look, I'm not interested." I say rolling my eyes.

"Come on. You here with friends or..?" He moves towards me.

"I'm here with my friends and my boyfriend. Again, not interested."

He grabs my wrist and pulls me closer to him.

"Quit!" I say struggling to get free.

"Hey! Let her go!" Zayn yells at him.

"Who are you? Her boyfriend?" The man asks still holding my wrist.

"No, I am. Get your hands off my girlfriend." Louis appears behind him.

"And if I don't?" The man glares at Louis.

"If you don't. I will make you. Just let her go, now." Louis was getting angry. 

Instead of letting go, the man grabs my other wrist and tightens his grip.

"Let go. You're hurting me!" I try to pull away but it's no use. He was too strong.

"Let go of her right now!" Louis tries to pry the man's hands off of me.

"Hey! What's going on?!" Liam runs up to us with Niall close behind.

"You're the guys from that band. What do you think you're going to do?" He laughs.

"Let go of her now. I will call the police." Niall pulls out his phone.

The man just tightens his grip on me. It hurts so much I want to cry.

"Please," I say shakily. "Let go."

"Just let go, Man! Why are you causing so much trouble?" Harry yells at the man.

"Now just you listen, punk. Who do you think you are?" The man lets go of one wrist but keeps a firm grip on the other.

"I think that you should listen to me and let her go!" Harry yells into his face. I feel the man let go of my wrist and then I hear Harry cry out in pain.

"Harry!" I jump up and run to him.

"Are you okay? Where did he punch you at?" I say frantically looking Harry over.

"My...stomach..." Harry moans. I help him up and let him lean against me. I get so angry that I lose my temper.

"What is your problem?!" I scream in his face. "I think you need to learn to not get so drunk that you cause so much trouble!" I feel my face get hot.

"Listen to me you little bitch. You need to learn that little girls like you shouldn't try to stick up for people! They just end up getting hurt like this!" He slaps the side of my face.

"That's it! Nobody touches her!" Liam punches the man in the eye. Niall dials the police frantically.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispers in my ear. I nod, but I knew I was in so much pain. 

"Look at your wrists!" Harry grabs my hands and turns them around. My wrists wear red and purple. I wasn't surprised, the man was grabbing them hard.

"Are you okay, Harry?" I ask him.

"I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me." We both turn to the man who was holding his eye. Liam does punch hard. Especially when he was angry. 

"The cops will be here soon. Are you okay, love?" Niall says putting his hand on my cheek.

"I'm fine, Niall. Where's Louis?" I ask looking around.

"He went outside to wait for the police to get here."

"Okay. Man my face hurts as do my wrists." I moan rubbing my cheek. 

"Police! Nobody move!" The cops rush in the door.

"That's him! Over there!" Louis points to the man.

"You're coming with us- wait! This guy again?!" A police officer grabs the man by the collar of his shirt.

"He grabbed my girlfriend and wouldn't let her go. Then he punched my friend." Louis explains.

"And he kind of slapped me too." I add in.

"He slapped you?!" Louis cries.

"Yeah. Look." I turn my cheek and show him.

"You're going away for a long time, buddy." The police officer pulls the man out of the bar and shoves him into the police car. 

"Ma'am, Sir, would it be okay if we brought you in for questioning?" The officer asks Harry and me.

"Sure." Harry and I agree.

"Kay! Are you okay? What was it like in there?" Louis asks me question after question as I walk out of the questioning room. 

"I'm fine. It was just a room." I laugh, but Louis frowns. "What is it?" I ask.

"Your wrists. They're bruised badly." He picks up my arms and studies my wrists.

"Yeah." I look at him and see a tear trickle down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I should have made him let go of you." Louis hugs me tightly.

"Louis, it's alright. You were trying to make him just like the rest of the boys." I hug him back.

"But I am your boyfriend. I should've tried harder." Louis was plain crying now.

"Stop crying, Lou. I will cry."

"I just can't believe he hit you." 

"Well, that's my fault for sticking up for Harry."

"No! It is his fault for hitting you!" Louis looks angry.

"Okay, fine." I say not wanting to argue with him.

"Come on, let's go you guys." Harry walks out.

"I agree. I'm tired." I say walking out with Louis holding hands with me.