Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)

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17. Drama LLama

“Look you bastard get your hands of Charlotte you have a girlfriend!” I heard Alex yell above the music. I sigh wishing I could have just left and not have a big ugly problem to solve after everyone sobers up. I take a breath and walk back into the kitchen. I find Alex pinning Harry to the wall and Charlotte looking scared. When she saw me standing in the doorway tears spilled from her eyes. She buried her face in her hands. I walk over to her and place a hand on her shoulder. She flinches but looks up at me.

“I am so sorry Angie! I wasn’t thinking…” She tells me between sniffles.

“Call a cab and go home. “ I tell her, my eyes never leaving Harry’s who has just realized what was actually going on. Shame was written all over his face. Alex was looking at me too; he gave me the I told you so look. I shake my head looking at all 3 people with disappointment.

“Alex let him go.” I tell him with absolutely no emotion in my voice, I am to numb inside to actually feel or correctly process everything unfolding in front of my eyes.  Alex reluctantly let Harry go but his eyes never left Harry, as if making sure he wasn’t going to get away.  “Alex can you give me 10 minutes I need to grab my stuff.”

“Sure thing Freckles. “

“Evie don’t go.” Harry whispers heartbroken.

“No, what you did was wrong but what I did was just as horrible. I think we need a few days apart to think a few things through.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He says almost inaudible because of the blaring music. I sigh with relief that he hasn’t heard about how I did wrong too.

“No, I just need to think.”

“People always say that but you’re clearly breaking off our relationship! Hold on a second what wrong things did you do?” Shit. I jinxed it didn’t I?

“Just wrong things.” I look at Alex who was mimicking Harry’s hurt expression. Harry must have saw me glance at my best friend because instead of shameful sorrow his face turned into absolute rage.

“The talk wasn’t talking was it?! You guys had sex!” I scoffed, irritation began to boil deep inside the pit of my stomach.

“How dare you accuse me of that! I told you about my life at home and you think I’m going to be my mother! It was a kiss Harry!”

“Oh ya sure, that’s what they all say.” He shoots back crossing his arms over his chest.

“Harry it really was a kiss, I leaned in first.” Alex says glancing at me quickly before turning his full attention to Harry. Harry’s eyes grew a few sizes. In a blink of an eye he threw a punch at Alex’s face who was too busy inspecting his shoes to notice. Harry’s fist met Alex’s face with a heart sickening crack. I gasp and rush over to the two boys rolling on the kitchen floor almost killing each other.

“Guys stop it right now!” I yell at the top of my lungs. By now a lot of people have begun to crowd around the kitchen. Sophie and the rest of the boys push their way through the bystanders who weren’t doing anything, some were videotaping the feud! What the hell!? Do they seriously want two corpses to be lying on the kitchen floor?

Louis pulls Harry of Alex while Zayn restrains Alex. I walk in the middle of the two boys glaring at each. I walk up to Harry and look at the damage. A big purple bruise began to form on his cheek bone while blood slowly dripped from the gash on his lip. I grab a towel and wipe the blood of his chin. Out of the freezer I take some ice and put it into a small plastic baggy. I take his face with the free hand while placing the ice on his swelling cheek.

“Keep ice on that ok Dimples?” I say looking into his eyes who have softened when I used his nickname. I realized the whole room was quiet; I glance around to see that all the guests have shuffled out of the flat throwing a few last glances over their shoulder to see if anything else interesting happens.

I turn around to look at what Harry’s fist has done to Alex. His lip was also bleeding along with a small gash on his temple. A black eye began to form right before my eyes, I sigh and get more ice. I began to reach out to place the ice on Alex’s black eye only he snatched it out of my hand and icily told me.

“I’m no pussy, I don’t need to be taken care off.” His eyes locked with Harrys.

“Don’t be a prick. I am only trying to help.” I say defensively.

“Rather be a prick then a pussy. “ HE spits out before storming out of the apartment. But he quickly came back saying, “Oh I almost forgot to do this.” He pulls me in for a kiss, his lips rough. A metallic taste was left in my mouth when he again stormed out of the flat.

As the front door closes Harry storms out of the kitchen and walks briskly towards his room.

“Harry!” I cry out, I can feel tears spill down my cheek. I kick my shoes of and run after him. What a lovely birthday I say sarcastically.

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