Head Over Heels.

Chapter 3

I locked my phone and stared at the clock. Why was I going out with Harry again, I had a boyfriend. I got up from my bed and went to go grab some pajamas. Maybe Harry wanted me to go to his place so we could get to know each other more. My phone would stop talking vibrating so I checked it:
From: Luke

Hey babe, shall I pick you up tonight, have a little fun? (;

I rolled my eyes, replying with "I have plans." Luke always wants to do something that is too much touching or too boring. I put the pajamas in my bag and headed downstairs. "Mom! I'm going to Savannah's!!" My mom was focused on her phone, the only thing she did was raise her right hand and gestured goodbye. I texted Harry asking where he was. As I was waiting, a blue car had pulled up and I squinted my eyes questioning if that was Harry. I smiled when it had stopped in front of my house and walked towards it. I opened the door, "Hey Ha-" my jaw had completely dropped as my head moved up to see it wasn't Harry, it was Luke. "Uhh.. who's Ha?" He furrowed his eyebrows being suspicious about my expression when I had saw it wasn't Harry. "I told you I had plans Luke." I huffed and moved back out of the car crossing my arms over my chest. "Again, who's Ha?" I looked away knowing that if I looked at him, I would make a guilt face. Luke was not the type a person to mess with. He's protective and doesn't get a long with a lot of the other guys where I live because he's either fought them, or threatened to kill them. "He's my friend, so back off. You don't control who I talk to." I closed the door and walked back to my house about to text Harry asking where the hell he was. Luke got out of the car and walked towards me in anger. Luke was scary to be around with when he get's angry. His veins are more visible and his eyes darken, forehead creases.

He tightly gripped my wrist and his other hand gripped my chin lifting my head up, "Who the fuck is Ha.. As in Harry?" I tried moving his hand but his grip wasn't moving. I could feel my wrist bruising inside, my body feeling the horrible pain as my eyes start to tear up, "You're hurting...me.." My eyes were shut as his grip was getting harder and I whimpered begging him to let go. "If it's fucking Harry Styles I'm going to hurt you." I dropped my phone accidentally, his grip was getting tighter making my hand cramp and losing the ability to move it. I tried screaming for my mom but Luke put his hand over my mouth. I looked to see a black car parking behind Luke's and it happened to be Harry.

Harry ran through the grass and pulled Luke away from him, pushing him on the ground punching him over and over. I looked down at my wrist, it was purple and you could see the imprints of his hand. Harry was on top of Luke punching him in the face using as much force as he could. "Harry! Get off!" I screamed pulling Harry away. I grabbed him from under his arms and he was heavily breathing. Luke got up and laugh wiping the blood away from his nose. "Harry Styles, it was him after all." Harry got up and grabbed my hand as I got pulled to his car. He opened the door and made a gesture telling me to get in. My eyes were still crying. I nodded and got in.

I was still shocked that the fact something like that had just happened. "Leave her the fuck alone Lucas! Or I'll fucking kill you." Harry screamed. How did they know each other? And why was Harry being so protective. Harry walked to the other side of his vehicle and got in, driving away. Luke was standing there making full contact on me as he smiled, pulling out his phone.

"Are you dating that asshole?" Harry's eyes still on the road but opened a compartment handing me tissues. I weakly smiled as I felt foolish for being asked that. I have never seen Luke like that, I have, but not with me. Something about Harry must have angered him badly. What could have he done? He seems so innocent. "Yea, we've been dating for a long time." Harry looked at me, "I would never treat a girl like that. Sorry I was late." He grabbed my hand which had the imprinted bruise on my wrist. "Look at this, you wanna be with someone like this?" I pulled my hand back hiding the bruise in my shirt.

He was right. "Harry.." "Carissa..?" I weakly smiled and looked at him, "Who are you?" Why was I going to stay at someone's house when I didn't know them. Something about Harry just made me feel like I was with the right person. He giggled exposing his dimples, he knew that I was deeply curious on the type of person he was. "I'm Harry and I'm 21 years old, I like to sing, and cook. I live on my own, and it's quite lovely but lonely sometimes. I'm not the type of person you really wanna mess with, guy-wise. I would never hurt a girl." He looked at me waiting for my response but the only thing fluttering through my mind was why Luke disliked him.

"Why doesn't Luke like you?" Harry laughed once again, "You really wanna know all about me huh love." I laughed, "Well I am staying the night at your house." We both giggled and he reached for my thigh, lightly squeezing it. I slapped his hand away. He smiled and continued driving, "Lucas and I don't get a long for a reason that I would not like to talk about." I bit my lip, disappointed that Harry can't tell me. My phone was vibrating and I reached for it,

From: Luke

Is he your new boyfriend? He's a coward.

To: Luke

Fuck off woman abuser. We're done BTW

I threw my phone back in my bag and sighed. We've been together for a couple years and something like this has never happened. I have always thought Luke as a perfect boyfriend. I raised my eyebrows and looked down at the promise ring he gave me recently and slipped it off my finger. I stared at it as the diamonds shimmered when I moved it and the message engraved in it, 'Carissa, you're my one and only." I rolled down the window and chucked it out. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore, since what he had done left a mark on me. "We're here." Harry turned to me smiling exposing his dimples. I wanted to know everything about this boy.