Twisted Minds [h.s]

F I F T Y F I V E

"Harry, stop." I look at his rock solid features as he glares daggers at Niall.

"Get the fuck away from her." Harry spits out, venom dripping from each word as he inches closer and closer towards us.

"Harry, I'm tryin' to make amends.." Niall breathes out, clearly in hopes of calming the angry boy down.

"Harry, it's okay. Relax." I stand to my feet and walk over to the infuriated boy, but all he does is grab me by my wrist and roughly drag me to be standing behind him.

"You don't need to protect her from me. I'm not gonna do anything, Harry. Please." The tone in Nialls voice is shaky, as if he's on the verge of tears and it sends a pain through my heart.

"You do not fucking talk to her again." Harry disregards anything Niall and I are saying and continues to hold me behind his back.

This is fucking ridiculous.

I pull away from his grip and instead grab him from his forearm, turning him away from Niall to face me.

"You are not to decide who I can and cannot talk to. Do you understand me?" I firmly tell him, staring into those rage filled eyes.

"Sophi-"

"I said you are not to decide who I can and cannot talk to. Don't make me repeat myself."

His eyebrows furrow together and his face scrunches up in pure frustration.

"I'm trying to fucking look out for you. You should be thanking me." He harshly pulls away from me and looks me up and down.

"Fuck this." He storms out of the music room, slamming the door behind him.

I let out a huff and turn to face Niall who has a completely distraught look on his face. As if someone just stole a puppy from his bare hands.

My god, I cannot be fucked with this right now.

I give Niall an empathic look and leave the music room, walking through the house only to have Louis looking at me confused from the couch.

"Why did Harry just leave all angrily?" Louis asks as he picks up the TV remote and begins flicking through channels.

"Who knows.." I breathe out as I walk through the lounge to the front door. I look through the peephole to see Harry sitting on the front steps, smoke filling the air around him.

I open the front door, feeling a gush of wind before I then step outside, shutting the door behind me.

I walk up to the steps, sitting down directly next to Harry.

He says nothing. Just continues to suck on his cigarette, looking out into the front yard of his large home.

"You don't have to always start shit, y'know.." I mutter, turning my face towards him.

"Go back inside." Is all he states as he places the cancerous stick between his plump lips again, inhaling it deeply into his lungs.

I huff.

"I know how to take care of myself. I'm very much capable. You know this."

"Sophie, I don't care. Go back inside."

"Yeah, but I can defe-"

"Go the fuck back inside!" He bursts out, angrily turning towards me, making me flinch back.

My mouth falls open slightly, in utter shock at his outburst.

He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips in a thin line out of pure frustration as I just stare blankly at him.