Alcoholic Veins

Would you ever think after one bar fight, Brooklyn might find the boy to take the liquor out of her hands, and show her what love was again?

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Brooklyns POV:

I saw Bella wandering aimlessly down the hall.

"Uhm, where are you going?"

"The door bell wouldn't stop ringing so I decided to go see who it was."

"Stay here," I whispered, running past her and creeking open the front door.

"Go away," I hissed through my teeth.

There was a dark chuckle, and lust filled green eyes were staring at me. "Don't let her play hard to get, I always get my way."

His hand darted to my wrist, yanking me out and slamming me against the door this time. He had both of my wrists clamped together tightly, them both engulfed in his large hands. Harry's free arm was pressed against my rib cage, nearly forcing the air out of my lungs.

"I could easily tell Liam what a bad girl you've been, oh and he'd believe me."

I raised my knee and tried to lunge it into his stomach, but he deflected me, forcing my entire body against him and the door. It was like a sandwich, and I was stuck in the middle.

"Don't try me you drunk. I don't like you, alright? I'm sure you don't like me either. So, you act all cosy towards me whenever Liam is around, and I'll make sure your little friend inside the house doesn't get fucked so hard she brakes in half."

My eyes had built up tears, spilling out down my cheeks. They stung, hot drips running past my jaw and down my neck.

Unable to say anything, I spat on Harry's face. He let go of my wrists, and had both hands on either shoulders.

"Do it again, I dare you."

Raising my eyebrows, I squinted my eyes and shot the best death glare possible.

"Ouch. Now go inside and drink another beer. I'll tell sweet little Liam I popped in for a visit and were okay now, and you make sure darling Bella knows I meant no harm. Here, go buy yourself a new fancy bottle of champagne."

He slipped a wad of money in my back pocket, not caring as his hands aimlessly wandered after giving me the money.

I gasped and stomped on his shoe, causing him to pull back immediately.

"Feisty, no wonder Liam took you home that night. Hmm, don't get in another bar fight sweet cheeks, I'll be back next week to check on you two."

I watched him walk back to his car, hop in, and drive off.

I have a feeling this won't be the last of Harry.
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