Forbidden Territory (H.S) [A.U]

Chapter 9

"It's not a question but a lesson
learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end
I hope you've had the time of your life."

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IRENE'S POV:

"Fuck!" Harry yells as he walks to the side and punches the wall with the same hand he has been using to punch the man.

I stare at him in shock as he continues punching it and yelling profanities.

This is a bit out of his character.

My head turns to Zayn and Niall after a moment who are staring at him in complete horror. Zayn looks at me and then back at Harry.

He finally decides to do something and takes a step closer to Harry.

However, Harry senses someone approaching him and yells out, "Leave! Everyone! Out!"

Zayn and Niall look down at the ground before heading towards the door without another word. Looks like this isn't the first time Harry has lost it completely and they know that it's better to leave him alone.

Louis gestures for me to join him but I shake my head. He furrows his eyebrows but doesn't question it. Instead, he just closes the door on his way out.

Well someone has to stop him before he breaks his own wrist.

I know why he is having this little outburst. If I weren't here to witness it, I would think that he has been lying since he doesn't have any proof to justify himself. It's obvious that he didn't see it coming.

I would've been the same if someone entered my territory and shot up a bar especially where civilians were present.

Harry probably thinks that he's alone now because I haven't even moved from my spot since the door closed. His voice gets louder and his punches get faster.

I finally move from the spot and walk to stand near him.

"Styles."

He hears me but ignores.

"Styles. Stop."

No response.

"Styles. You're hurting yourself."

"I don't care! Leave!"

"Not until you stop." I say sternly.

His punches still don't stop and I sigh. Without thinking, I move closer to him and place my hand on his left shoulder. He flinches but doesn't respond.

"Harry, stop. It's useless."

His punches finally slow down and eventually come to an end. He lowers his head in defeat, his hair falling on his face. His hand goes by his side and a hiss escapes his mouth as he unclenches his fist.

"You won't understand..." he mumbles after a long silence.

"What do you mean?"

He runs his left hand through his hair, pushing them off his forehead. But he doesn't look up from the ground as he speaks,