"Just leave." I told him.
It surprised me when Liam slowly turned, strolling away.
"I'll be seeing you, Styles."
I fell back slightly, Harry's warm breath trickled over my neck. Relief washed through me.
"Oh, and you too, gorgeous."
The comment angered Harry and I felt him struggle behind me. My body hastily spun, desperately trying to keep him there. My hands caught hold of his face, angling it down to me.
"No, no." I spoke. "Look at me." My voice deliberately soft as I attempted to calm him down.
His focus stayed fixed on me until I was sure Liam had gone. Harry's breathing was still fast but at least I had managed to prevent him from challenging Liam. I caught hold of his chin, tilting it to get a better look at his injuries. Harry's swollen bottom lip had been split open, blood smeared across his cheek from his nose. The small cut just above his left eyebrow oozed blood. His dark gaze never left my face as I sighed and shook my head.
"Harry." I whispered.
He was clearly drunk, finding it tough to walk in a straight line. I caught hold of his arm and placed it over my shoulder. He tried his best to lean as little of his weight as possible on me.
"I'll drive." He mumbled.
I noticed Harry reach behind his back, his long fingers digging round in his back pocket before he retrieved his keys.
"No you're not. Don't be stupid, Harry." I sternly told him.
His deep chuckle sounded as I struggled to pry the keys from his grasp, but he raised them higher. He saw it as a game. Eventually I succeeded, taking them from Harry and shoving them in my pocket. I found it difficult to steer him in the opposite direction to his car. He huffed at me, reluctantly allowing me to take control.
"Where are we going?" His raspy voice somewhat slurred.
I pondered over his question before sighing.
"Back to mine."
He seemed more than happy with this decision. A gasp escaped me when his large hand slipped down my back, resting over my bum before squeezing it. I tightly gripped his wrist, yanking his arm back up and round my shoulder, whilst he laughed.
The walk back to my house was difficult to say the least. Constant attempts were made to either hold my hand or squeeze my bum. My reluctance towards both gestures only encouraged Harry. I sighed in relief as we approached my front door. Harry leant against the doorframe, grinning at me as I unlocked it. I caught his wrist and tugged him inside, dreading to think what my neighbours would say if they saw us.
I made Harry drink a couple of glasses of water, hoping it would sober him up slightly. The ascent up the stairs was a little easier than I was expecting, his strong arm still round my shoulders as I led him to my room. I released him, Harry's body falling back onto my bed.
"Stay here." I told him.
When I returned his t shirt laid strewn across the floor. I watched as he awkwardly attempted to see the large red mark on his stomach. He prodded the area with his long fingers, before wincing in pain.
"Ow." He mumbled, and then flopped back on the bed.
I couldn't help but think how childlike his behaviour was. When he noticed me in the doorway he sat up, grinning. I walked over to him, large hands quickly grasping mine as he used his strength to try and pull me onto his lap. "Harry, no."
He frowned when instead I sat down next to him. I felt the heat radiate from his body, our thighs brushed as I told him to turn towards me. Harry intently observed me as I raised my hand. He squirmed under my touch as I tried to clean the blood from his face.
"Hold still."
He refused to listen so I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down on his back to the bed.
"Hmm, I like this side of you." He teased. "It's hot."
I rolled my eyes, dabbing the cloth over his plump lip which was pouted slightly. I could tell Harry was staring at me, his gaze burning into my skin. We stayed quiet for a minute before the silence was broken.
"Why did you defend me?"
I was somewhat taken aback by his question, not really sure of the answer myself.
"Lou?"
"Y-You were getting hurt." I shook my head in confusion.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed. I jumped as he pushed my hands away from him.
"I can take care of myself." He angrily stated.
He stood up, pacing towards the door. I jumped as his hand slammed into the wall. He stayed with his back towards me, his breathing deep. I nervously watched as Harry slowly turned. His green eyes came back to my frightened face. I watched his jaw clench and then relax as his features softened. His bare chest slowly rose and fell, calming himself down.
I held my breath as he slowly came back to the bed. He sat on the edge, my body subtly moving away from him. His large hand carefully reached for mine, but he frowned as I pulled away. Harry didn't quite know what to do, the alcohol in his body gradually losing its affect as he realised he had overreacted.
My hand gently rose and continued to wipe away the red liquid that had trickled down the side of his face.
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