Completed Heart

Chapter 67: Fall Apart

Chapter 67: Fall Apart

Liam flew across the table before Harry could react. The two of them ended up on the floor. Liam had Harry pinned and was holding him down, throwing punches. Harry was holding up his hands in defense and trying to wriggle out of Liam’s grasp, but wasn’t fighting back. The boys sat there for a moment shocked, and then looked at me. They gave me a look of pity, disappointment and shock.

I didn’t wait to jump up from my chair and run over to Liam and Harry.

“Liam! Stop!” I screamed at him. He completely ignored me.

“LIAM!” I started to cry. He was really getting some good punches in and you can tell Harry was hurt.

“You took advantage of her! She’s just a baby! YOU RAPED HER!” Liam yelled. Harry was too busy dodging punches to defend himself, so he couldn’t answer back. 

“He didn’t rape me Liam! Stop and think about what you’re doing!” I screamed, trying to reason with him. He acted like I wasn’t there.

Finally the other boys stood up and rushed over, but debated whether or not to get involved. It was clear they were on Liam’s side. I had to do something.

I grabbed Liam’s arm and tried to pull him back. My attempts were in vain and he pushed me back into Zayn. I tried to go back over to him, but Zayn held me back.

“ZAYN!” I cried, “Zayn, please…” I was sobbing. He sighed behind me. Niall and Louis finally snapped back into reality and moved over to Liam and Harry.

“Sorry, love, I can’t… you’d just hurt yourself.” Zayn apologized. He held me loosely, so I tried to wriggle free, but he tightened his grip significantly. He held the tops of my arms tightly, holding me back as I struggled to get free. Tears were flowing rapidly from my eyes. His grip was really tight, and the pressure hurt a little, but that wasn’t why I was crying.

“Liam!” Louis and Niall struggled to pull him off of Harry, “LIAM STOP!”

“No. He hurt her! I can’t let that happen again!” Liam yelled angrily. Still punching Harry, but now in the gut.

“Liam, no. You’re not thinking clearly!” Louis pushed Liam back as Niall held his fists. Harry lay on the floor for a moment before pulling himself up and wiping the blood on his face on the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He looked at me sadly. He looked horrible. His face was a bloody mess and his eye was already beginning to swell. There were blood stains on his shirt and blood dripped down from his nose and lips. Then his gaze travelled up to Zayn’s. I had my back to Zayn, but I could feel the icy glare he was giving to Harry.

Louis and Niall pulled Liam into his room and slammed the door shut. Zayn let go of me and stepped away from Harry and I, looking disgusted.

“HARRY!” I cried as I threw myself onto him. He nuzzled his head into my hair, but then I was yanked away from him roughly. Zayn pushed me up against the wall and put himself between Harry and me. I tried to get around him but he pushed me back without turning from Harry.

“Harry, I can’t fucking believe this. I knew you were a man whore, but come one, dickhead.” He spat. Harry looked down in defeat.

“No,” I cried, “you don’t get to blame him! I wasn’t some innocent child who a pervert took advantage of! It was consensual!” I tried to get past Zayn, but he held me back with one hand.

“Shut up!” He roared, “I don’t want to hear this!” He pushed me back again and turned to Harry.

“Get the fuck out of here before I pounce on you. This time no one will be able to protect you, twat!” Harry shook his head and looked at the floor sadly. He turned towards the lift and waited. Just as he stepped on the lift, he turned to look at us.

“Don’t tell them anything. Let me take the fall. OK? It’s the least I can do. Let me protect you before it's all over.” Before I answered, the doors shut. Something flashed in Zayn’s eyes; sympathy, curiosity? I pulled away from him and marched over to Liam’s room. Harry said 'before it's all over'. What did that mean? I held back tears as I realized my perfect world was about to fall apart. I was about to knock, when Zayn grabbed my fist.

“What?!” I asked angrily. He looked down at me.

“Give him some time to cool off.” He tugged me back into the TV room by my hand and sat me down on the couch. I avoided his gaze as I prepared for a lecture; it’s not like I haven’t heard it before.