"God damn it", I mumbled everytime I came to (y/n)'s voice mail. I was assuming she was drunk somewhere, and my worst fear was to see who she was with. "Pick up the fucking phone", I shouted getting worried when I stopped at the red light.
I sighed and looked at my phone as Niall called. Maybe he knew where (y/n) was, she seemed to trust him. "Niall", I said as I focused on the road. "Vanessa's freaking out so she came over, she's a pain, please come", Niall said causing me to let out a small giggle. I could never picture Niall with Vanessa. She was to girly and uptight. "I'm looking for (y/n) Niall, she's kinda out of reach", I said as I made a turn to her house. "(Y/n)? She was going to the bar with some guy", Niall explained making me stop the car. "Wait, what?" I asked raising my voice. I hated hearing she was with someone else. Someone but me. "She went to the bar with Marcus", Niall finished, and that's when my eyes went dark. "Fuck", I mumbled hitting the gas pedal, driving as fast as I could to her favorite bar.
Your P.O.V
"Just one more baby", Marcus' voice said wearing a smirk. It was if he was trying to be Harry. Yet Harry was alot more charming. Even drunk I knew that. "I am already drunk, my head is spinning, can we just get to the fun part?" I asked as I placed my hand on his thight, genly and slowly making my way up. His blue eyes shut as he leaned his head back. "Come with me", he demanded in a voice that seemed excited and ready. I needed this. I needed to get the curly boy away from my thoughts.
"Don't you dare leave with him", Harry's beautiful brittish accent said from behind as I stood by the car. He made every word sound beautiful, no matter how bad the words actually were. He was perfect. "Stay away from my girl", Marcus said giving Harry a smile as he took me by the waist pressing his body towards mine. Without notice he pressed his lips to mine, taking me by suprise.
The poison alcohol in my body made it hard to channel my thoughts. I imagined Harry. I imagined him being the one tasting me. Suddenly my head started spinning as I felt Harry's strong hands grip me, pulling me away before he punched Marcus so he fell to the ground. "Harry!" I shouted upset that he was so violent. He was angry, I could see it in his whole face.
"I'm not gonna let him touch you!" Harry shouted pointing his finger at me like I was an object. I looked down at my feet. My heels had been killing me, but I liked the feeling of being taller. "I have to move on Harry", I said just as harsh as he sounded. I'm glad we were at this private bar so paparazzi can't get any of this. It was only me, Harry and an unconscious Marcus.
"You deserve something better than that", Harry said pointing to Marcus. I took a deep breath. The alcohol made me more emotional, and I could feel the tears form in my eyes. "I deserve to have someone. Just because you have someone doesn't mean I can't, I deserve better than you, all you do is yell and fight!", I said before I tried making my way past Harry, but his arms were to strong. I didn't care about what he felt when I said those words. I knew it hurt him to hear it. To hear that I myself said I deserve better. Harry would have a hard time believing I love him now.
"I'm taking you home", Harry said not giving any eye contact, ignoring my words. I knew he was upset about me coming here with Marcus. The same guy that tried to break me and Harry up. Harry feared him. "I don't want that", I answered trying to get past, but all he did was hold me tighter. "I don't care, i'm taking you home".
