Butterfly [A Harry Styles Fanfiction] *COMPLETED WITH SEQUEl* {Book 1}

Chapter 55: All My Fault

I sucked in a deep breath and continued voicing the reason I called.

"Where would I find Liam right now?" I asked, trying my best to make it sound casual.

It was Zayn's turn to scoff now and I hated what he must have been thinking about me in that moment.

"Going back for seconds? I didn't think you were the clingy type."

Biting back a smart remark, I asked again with more forcefulness in my voice.

"Where is he?" I seethed.

Things got rather quiet on his end and he let out a breath.

"He usually hangs out at the pier on Fridays, hooks up with girls underneath it when he can find one."

I didn't even thank him for the answer as I hung up and grabbed my purse on my way out the door.

I may have had a place to begin, but Harry had a head start and I wasn't sure how quickly I could get there.

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Do you ever get that feeling when you're in the passenger seat and the driver suddenly slams on the brakes? In that moment, your stomach drops and your heart feels as if it's stopped for just a second. Right now, those were my exact feelings, only it didn't  last for just a second.

As I increased the pressure to the excelerator, my heart was beating faster and faster at a constant rate. I knew that if I didn't get there in time, it was all over.

The heavy rainfall pelting down from the sky made the roads slippery and slower. I swerved through the lanes on the road, dodging cars in my wake. The sounds of the angry car horns resembled the sentiments of the drivers behind the wheel, but all I could think about was getting there.

I reached for my cellphone calling his number and hoping that he would finally answer.

No luck.

I dialed again and again, still nothing. With one last lane change and wide left turn, I pulled into the nearest parking lot to the pier. I shut off the ignition and dashed out of the car, almost tripping over my own feet.

My feet reached the wet sand, slowing my frantic pace. I glanced both left and right in search of him. The cold rain had fully soaked through my clothes but in that moment, I hardly seemed to notice.

What if I was too late? I wondered, as my throat started to run dry.

The light sounds of struggling could be heard, being masked underneath the harsh sounds of the waves crashing along the legs of the pier. Through the darkness and gusts of blowing rain, I could barely see anything let alone any movement. A loud grunt caused my senses to guide me in the direction of the noises being heard.

Before my brain could even react, my feet were carrying me full force directly underneath the pier.

It was then that I saw them. Two wet bodies struggling, hurling towards each other.

Harry was straddling him, delivering punch after punch to Liam's jaw. His face was slightly illuminated by the moonlight, enough for me to see the sadistic expression on it, along with the blood trickling down from his nose.

Harry's hand folded itself around Liam's neck and before I knew it, Harry was suffocating him.

"Harry!" I yelled, moving to him quickly.

If I didn't get Harry away from Liam, there was no doubt in my mind that he would cause serious damage.

Harry's face turned up as he looked at me, his eyes growing wide. His grip around Liam's throat didn't falter like I hoped it would. Harry showed no signs of letting up, and a pang of guilt presented itself deep within my stomach.