Chapter 3

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Harry's POV

"Louis,What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I said. He had just kicked Alice in the face and she wasn't moving.

He ran back to the car and said, "See you at home,Hazza. She's your problem now!" And with that,he drove off. I looked at her. She was lying there all beat up.

I carried her bridal-style to her car, put her on the back,and saw her keys on the floor were she'd had dropped them. I picked them up and turned on her car.

I drove quickly to my house and put her on the coach. She just lay there and I took of her coat and looked at her.

Her hair was silky and black but smelled like coffee because of the mocha. She had tan skin that was now covered with blood and bruises. A lump formed in my throat. I checked if she wasn't dead. She wasn't.

Oh thank God.

She moved and I quickly went by her side. I tried to wake her up and when she saw me staring at her eyes, she freaked out and ran to a corner.

Alice's POV

I woke up to a pair of beautiful green eyes. I knew only one person who those eyes belonged to.

Harry.

I ran to the nearest corner framing out.

I was in his home and he was gonna kill me here.

He ran to me but that made me get scared even more.

He hugged me. I flinched.

"No love. I'm not gonna hurt you. Promise. Do you want me to take you home?" He said.

I nodded and he handed me my keys and coat.

I screamed for my life, pushed him and ran to my car.

I bet I looked like a freaking maniac.

I got on my car and went home.

I got out and walked into my house.

The lights were out and no one was home.

I turned on the lights and walked to the kitchen. I saw a note on the fridge.

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