Innocent

"Maybe if you cared enough about your so called GIRLFRIEND you would know?" Another loud voice shouted making me wince.
"You'll fucking wake her, pretty boy." My boyfriend, George, spoke softly and spitefully. "What, did you fuck her? Good one isn't she? The only reason I'm with her to be honest. Good luck picking up the pieces." Was the finial thing he said before the noise of somebody's fist meeting his jaw. I waited for it all to die down until I pretended to wake up. Whoever it was I just wanted to hug them tightly. I sprung my eyes open to see Harry Styles sitting at the end of a bed with a bruised face.