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The Fighter

Zayn brings back his fist and punches Brad in the face. After just the one hit, Brad was on the floor. Zayn was automatically on top of him, bringing his fist down onto Brad’s face various times, none of them a weak, sissy hit. I knew in that moment that Zayn was about to literally beat the crap out of this guy.

I try sitting up but a pain shoots through my spine. I look around wondering why no one has even attempted stopping Zayn.

Everyone on Harley’s team was too paralyzed from the fact that a fight was happening so close to them to do anything. The first one to rush trying to get Zayn off of Brad was Oliver. He tries to pull Zayn off of Brad but then gets hit in the face by one of Zayn’s fists.

“Shit.” Oliver curses under his breath. But he doesn’t stop. Soon there was another guy trying to help. The both of them had still yet to get Zayn up.

Another guy rushes forward and I realize that it was Harry. When did they get back in here?

I see a figure kneel down beside me and see that it was Taylor. “Hey. Are you having fun laying on the ground or something?” I roll my eyes.

“Well, if I could get up don’t you think I would have got up by now?” I say attitudinally.

Taylor helps me sit up and I hear more yelling than there had been before. I look over and see that the now four guys had finally managed to get Zayn off of Brad. And he wasn’t happy about it. In fact, he was most of the yelling.

“No let me back down! If the bitch wanna hit about it I’ll fucking hit about it too! Fucking put me the hell down I'm not a damn toy! Fucking bitch! I don’t fucking have time for dumb shit! Motherfucking prick!” He yells at the top of his lungs.

I could see why he wanted them to put him down, but I could also see why putting him back down would be an awful idea. Oliver was holding him by his right arm, another guy had his left arm, Harry had his right leg and another guy had his left leg. And just let me say, Zayn was making their lives hell right now.

Harry had been kicked in the face more than once and so had the other poor soul and Oliver and the second guy were struggling not to drop him because of all the hits they were receiving.

“Fucking bloody hell! Put me the hell down or I fucking swear I’ll smack you all in the mouth!”

“Trust me mate, you’ve done that plenty of times already.” Oliver groans.

“Dammit, put me down and let me fucking show that prick my fucking bite because dammit I haven’t even fucking started! Fucking put me down!”

Harry gets kicked again. “Will you stop throwing a fucking tantrum and calm the hell down?” he asks agitated. He receives another kick.

I drag myself from the ground and stand. Someone had to do something before Zayn ending up knocking someone unconscious. On accident or not.