I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 15

| Harry's POV |

That little fucker. Why the fuck does he think it's okay to go and try to rape someone? Much less Lacey. She has an abusive father, she doesn't need Zayn's shit.

"I'm going out I'll be back soon, don't touch anything and don't leave. I suggest you sleep, you look like a fucking raccoon with those bags under your eyes," I said. I couldn't let him get away with this. This is bullshit. I left the house without another word. I don't care if she doesn't want me to do anything about it. If she really didn't want me to do anything, she wouldn't have come to me. I couldn't bear to see her that upset. She just looked so fucking lost. She kept saying I have nowhere else to go, what the fuck do I say to that?

I jumped into my truck and started up the ignition. I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to Zayn's house. I must have drove at least 40 miles over the speed limit and ran too many stop signs to count.

I was pissed, to put it lightly. I was fucking enraged. I couldn't stop picturing his filthy hands all over her, it's repulsive. I mean not her, she's fucking sexy, but him touching her. He's a fucking pervert, it's disgusting.

I pulled into his driveway and was getting out of the car before it had even fully stopped. I marched up to his front door and didn't bother knocking as I threw the door open. Zayn was sitting on his couch with an empty wine glass in his hands. He was just twirling it around and staring at it. He didn't seem startled at all by my arrival, as if he expected this to happen. What a dick.

I marched up to him and threw his precious wine glass on the floor, watching it shatter to hundreds of pieces. He finally looked up. His expression was blank, he didn't seen to be affected at all.

"You little shit what that fuck is wrong with you?!" I was seething. He just shrugged in response and looked away.

Shrugged.

"Why the fuck do you think it's okay to do that?" He's not showing any remorse which is making it only about 50,000 times worse.

"I dunno. She's hot, I was horny," he leaned back in his seat. He looks so fucking stupid, he thinks he's the fucking 'king of the world'.

I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to my level; our faces just inches apart. "Don't you ever fucking talk about her that way!" I roared. He only looked a little bit shocked when I pulled him up. This is fucking ridiculous. Does he want me to pummel him?

"I dunno," He began. "I wasn't really thinking. And why is it such a big deal to you anyways? It's not like you're her boyfriend or anything," Is this just some kind of sick joke to him? I am fucking furious and all he does is make stupid-ass comments like that. Of course I'm not her boyfriend and never will be, he's fucking stupid if he thinks that I will be. I don't date. Period.

I couldn't take it any more. I pulled my arm back and before he could figure out what was happening I hit him right in the jaw. I pulled back and did it again. When I was about to do it for a third time he finally came to his senses and unexpectedly shoved me off of him. He immediately went in for a punch square in the nose. At least it's some type of reaction.

I staggered back a bit and felt another punch come in to my cheek. I wiped away the blood running from my nose and looked up to see Zayn breathing heavily.

I took this as my chance to get him down. I punched his face again and immediately after, I kicked his leg. He toppled over and I began kicking his stomach repeatedly.

"Leave her the fuck alone," I breathed out. He looked up at me, his eyes starting to puff up from my hits.

"I'm gonna do whatever it takes to win the game, jackass," he sneered. I can't fucking believe him, he almost fucking raped her.

"You're fucking delirious if you think I'm going to let you go near her ever again."

"What, so you'll be like her personal body guard. You're just mad because even though you called dibs she wants me," he let out a pained laugh.

"If that's true, then why'd she come to me after you tried to fucking rape her," he seriously pisses me off. Now that he said that I will make sure that she will never be left alone with that dick.

"She just wanted to rub it in your face that she's never going to be with you," he rolled onto his back, still on the floor.

I kicked him, once again, hard in the ribs. "Get over yourself. I don't want to be with her, I just think she'd be a good lay; and I'm clearly getting farther with her than you are," I scoffed and then spit on him, literally. He groaned in disgust and I just kicked him again like the trash he is.

I walked out of his house, leaving him in a crumpled mess on the floor. I can't believe we were ever "friends". I mean, I knew he did some bad things to girls but not that bad. I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me. I hopped into the car and just sat behind the wheel.

God, what am I going to do?

What if Lacey actually likes me or thinks I'm hot, well, I am hot, so who could blame her. I mean I know she just broke up with Zayn or whatever, but why would she come to me? It's not like I've been nice to her or anything. Well, I guess I do know her 'big secret' or some shit. I hope she knows that I didn't leave that girl, who's name I can't remember, to be with her. Damn, I could really go for a quick blowjob right now. I always can think better after getting off.

I finally decided to leave Zayn's driveway and drive home. I went much slower than I did on the way there. I wanted to spend as much time avoiding the awkward encounter with Lacey as I can. I know she's not going to sleep. She's probably snooping all around my house. What a bitch.

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Heyyyyyyyyyy guysssssss!!!!!!!!

I tried something new and wrote in harry's pov *yayyy*

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