salvia. [h.s. AU]

Chapter Fourteen

Maria Eduarda

My Sunday was equally great and awful.

Great cause I definitely enjoyed my unexpected encounter with Harry at the breach. It wasn't something I was planning on doing, or was I expecting to have such a lovely conversation with him at that secluded natural pool. His usual high walls crumbled a bit and he actually managed to open up a little bit, giving me a glimpse behind his sad eyes and showing me just how sweet he used to be before all the trauma in his life. He smiled. Laughed. And seeing it first hand made me not only feel privileged, but also made me want to see it more often, to help him be happy again.

But then, we decided to go back to the beach and everything went to shit.

I heard the confusion before I even saw it. There were screams, loud thuds, desperate cries of girls, and for some reason in that moment I felt it in my bones - Marcos was in trouble. Or, to be more accurate, he was causing trouble.

I started running as soon as I heard it, and as I got closer to the place we were all hanging out before, I sae that people made a circle around two guys throwing fists and rolling in the sand, some of them cheering, others trying to stop the fight. I didn't even think about it as I tried pushing the bodies to get into the middle of the circle, calling out for Marcos, who was currently all over a guy I've never seen before laying on his back. People didn't even try to stop me as I grabbed Marcos' shoulders, trying to make him stop and almost throwing up to the amount of blood leaking from the guy's nose.

It all happened in a flash - two strong arms pulled me away from Marcos, and before I could even complain, I saw it was Harry pulling me away. He growled in my ear "Let me take care of this.", his voice raspy and urgent, and for once in my life I actually listened to him and let another person deal with Marcos.

With a swift movement and way easier than I would ever be capable of, Harry grabbed Marcos' shoulders, withdrawing him from the fight and honestly surprising me of how effortlessly he managed to do it.

I mean, yeah, I've just seen him wearing no shirt and he is fucking ripped, but for some reason my slow brain hadn't connected Harry's body to his strength, I guess it's because I see him as a sweet and kind guy and not at all someone who could be throwing punches.

"Let me go!!!" Marcos yelled, debating inside Harry's tight hug. "I'm gonna kill this motherfucker!"

"Marcos!" I screamed to his face, while Harry kept his hold on his skinny body, a few of the other guys were going to hold the one he was fighting too. Marcos had a bloody nose and a black eye, but other than that he seemed OK, but at the moment I was huffing with anger. "What the fuck! What's wrong with you?!"

"Let me go!" Marcos ignored me, still trying to get away from Harry, who only tightened his grip. "He called Sarah a whore!"

"Because she is! She was with me just last week and now she's fucking you? Fucking slut!" The guy Marcos was fighting yelled, only making him even more agitated.