When Olly opened the door to his dorm, he looked rather taken aback to see me standing with my arms folded over my chest, a hard look in my eyes. He looked at me, then at Harry, who was standing behind me. I hadn’t given him permission to walk next to me. It wasn’t that I was scared – my dad had once paralysed a man, from the waist down, and I had had to sit next to him at dinner, so I wasn’t really bothered. It still shook me up though, because I knew Harry was ‘dangerous’, but I hadn’t expected him to be so dangerous to the point where he would kill someone.
Olly was shirtless, and a glance at his bare chest confirmed that he was just as toned as Harry was. I shook the thoughts of him being attractive out of my head. He was pansexual. I groaned inwardly because being pansexual didn’t mean he wouldn’t date girls. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of running shorts and black socks. By the look of it, he had just come back from a run.
“This is… Uh, Hi?” Olly asked slowly, unsure of why we were here. “What’s up?”
“I know about you and Harry. You two have a lot of explaining to do,” I stated coldly, before pushing past Olly and stepping into Olly’s room.
I leaned against the wall and watched Olly and Harry exchange looks. Olly glanced at Harry’s cheek. “Nicholas?” He whispered, obviously thinking I wouldn’t hear.
“Yes, Nicholas,” I deadpanned, “it’s funny because Harry was the one who started the fight.”
Harry sighed and stepped inside, closing the door. “I don’t understand,” Olly said.
“She knows,” Harry admitted in defeat. “He told her about pretty much everything. But he also twisted some shit."
Pretty much everything. It meant there was more. Olly looked at me, and I tried my best to make my face blank. “I want to know everything, because Harry here insists Nicholas told me the one-sided story.”
“I’m not involved, am I?” Olly asked, confused.
“Stop playing innocent!” I snapped. Olly looked at me in surprise. “You may not have murdered Nicholas’s brother,” I paused and glared at Harry. “But Nicholas said you’re involved in a lot of fights, too.”
Olly sighed, and looked down. He was admitting defeat. I felt sick.
“Talk,” I demanded, “now.”
“Okay, okay,” Harry exhaled. “Um. Nicholas was well known around here for basically being a rapist. Him and his friends slash workers raped girls.” He paused and looked at me waiting for me to respond. I didn’t, and I could’ve sworn I saw a look of disappointment flash in his eyes for a second or so. “I didn’t like what he was doing. And neither did Olly and a few others. So we vowed to… Stop him? I guess?”
“Interfere, you mean,” I breathed sarcastically.
Harry ignored my comment. “His brother was one of the people who helped him. His brother almost raped Leila. She didn’t deserve that trauma, no one does.”
Olly looked down, and I licked my lips slowly, processing this information. “So you killed him because he almost raped the girl you thought you were in love with?” I scoffed.
Harry tensed. He obviously didn’t like being insulted about Leila. “You know what, if you’re going to be sarcastic about all of this then you should-“
“Stop it,” Olly warned. “Don’t fuck it up.”
I watched them both. I didn’t feel bad about making him upset; ever since I had met him for the first time he had done nothing but make me upset.
“I didn’t- no. She… After she cheated on me,” he winced, lowering his head. “I was walking around town one night, fresh from the break-up, I was going to return the promise ring I was going to give her.”
There was a pang of jealousy in my stomach, but I ignored it. “He was there. He said that I deserved to be cheated on, that she was a slut and… I went crazy,” he admitted. “I lashed out at him, punching him, hitting him. I knocked him unconscious. He was in a coma for a week. I know, that seems bad, but I swear I didn't kill anyone. His brother is still alive, but his sorry arse is in jail. But you know what? If that arsehole was standing in front of me again, I wouldn’t hesitate to beat him up again.”
I looked at Olly. “And you? How were you involved?”
“I didn’t do anything, relax. I just help Harry out. I hate Nicholas as much as Harry does, so I help hurt his friends. I don’t kill, or anything.”
I shook my head. “What you did was wrong,” I said to Harry. “Putting someone in a coma, whether or not they hurt someone you loved is not okay.”
He was incredibly tense, moving his jaw back and forth. I was pissing him off about Leila.
Harry laughed, and it was a cold laugh, a sarcastic laugh. “You act like you haven’t killed anyone before.”
My mouth fell agape. I felt numb, and it was like everything was in slow motion. My heart sped up, and my eyes widened. I started breathing a lot quicker. Had he just-? Olly touched my shoulder lightly, muttering something.
Harry turned his head lightly, his eyes soft. “No… I didn’t mean it like that…”
I don’t know what happened next because I fainted.
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