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6. Drunk*Harry Styles*

“Damn.” I winced in pain as I sat up in bed, noticing the headache I had. I looked over at Harry and sighed when I saw the cut and bruise on his jaw.

Thoughts of last night started filling my mind and I groaned as my head fell back on the pillow. The club, the drinking, the fight, everything.


“mmm…lookin’ good baby.” A stranger came up behind me at the bar and started whispering in my ear, obviously drunk.

Harry was using the restroom and I was taking my 3rd shot waiting for him.

“Excuse me?” I swallowed the last bit and turned around to face the pig behind me.

“What I mean is you have a pretty amazing sexy body.” He winked and brought his hand up to my waist. Naturally I pushed his hand away, but he was a lot stronger than me.

“Look, I have a boyfriend and I’m nowhere near being interested so leave me alone would you?” I sounded a lot more confident than I felt.

“Feisty, huh?” he winked again and this time put both hands on my waist, trailing them down to my ass.

I gasped and started to push him away when I saw a not so somber Harry stumbled up and behind the jerk and pull him away from me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing touching my girl?” Harry yells and shoves the guy in the chest

“Oh I’m sorry this is your slut?” the guy pointed to me and smirked

“What’d you just call her?” Harry grabbed him by his collar and got in his face. I was personally too shocked to even do anything.. I’d never seen Harry like this before.

“I said….slut?” the stranger fired back and punched Harry in the gut.

“Harry!” I yelled and ran over to him, tears welling up in my eyes at the sight of my boyfriend huddled over gasping for air.

“Get outta the way!” the other guy shoved me out of the way and I fell against my barstool, watching him pick Harry back up and punch him in the jaw. Harry fought to stand back up and held onto his jaw, for a minute, then pulled away and looked at the blood on his hand.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are. But don’t you ever call her a slut, ever again.” Harry clenched his fist and swung at the guy’s face, completely knocking the wind out of him.

Tears streaming down my face, I grabbed onto Harry’s arm and pulled him away.

“No I’m not done with this ass.” Harry mumbled

“Harry, no, please.” I pleaded “Let’s go home.” I pulled him closer to me and dragged him outside into the dark night.

~End of Flashback~

I pushed aside the thoughts of last night and got out of bed. I stretched then walked downstairs to go a fix a cup of coffee. After my cup started brewing, I began looking through the cabinets for the first aid kit we kept in the house. Being that Harry was so drunk and tired last night, I didn’t get a chance to fix him up. I finally found it and pulled it out when I felt someone’s presence behind me.

I turned around to see Harry standing there, his hands deep in the pockets of his sweatpants and by the look on his face I knew he was in pain.

“Hazza? You okay?” I asked concernedly. His eyeswere almost glazed over, he wouldn’t look right at me.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered dejectedly

“For what?” I asked and walked over to him, cupping his face in my hands and being careful not to put too much pressure on his jaw.

“I was so stupid and careless last night.” He puts his arms around my waist and pulled my body closer to him.

“Hazz, you were drunk.” I whispered

“Exactly. That was careless.” He replied

“Hey..stop.” I looked into his eyes and pulled his face close. “You didn’t do anything wrong .you were defending me. Although this won’t exactly be one of my favorite memories of you defending me, you were defending me none the less. And I love you for that.” I smiled lightly and kissed his lips tenderly

“And I have to say. It was pretty badass when you knocked him out before we left.” I giggled

Harry smiled a little and pushed his forehead against mine.

“Now, would you let me fix this?” I asked indicating the wound on his jaw. He nodded slowly and placed his lips to my cheek softly.

“..I was pretty badass wasn’t I.” he grinned and I pushed him away lightly, laughing at how he was making light of the situation.

“I love you, Styles.” I chuckled

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