Last to Fall (Harry Styles)

His tall, powerful six foot two frame towered over my short, shaking five foot four frame. His eyes that were usually a beautiful minty green, were almost black with anger. His brown, curly locks were in a complete, maddened disarray. "If you ever say that again," he ground out between clenched teeth. "I will not hesitate to throw you back out onto the streets where you belong. And, I will gladly watch those men hurt you in every way they can; torturing you until you are on the brink of madness. Do you understand me?" Tears traveled down my face at an alarming rate as I imagined the scene he had just painted for me. How could someone think such cruel things? "Do you understand me!" He screamed. Instantly, I nodded my head. His eyes slowly started returning to their original color as he nodded once before stalking off, slamming the door shut behind him. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out shakily, I leaned back against the wall for support and slid down to the floor. The only thought going through my head being, so that's what happens when you piss off Harry Styles...