Dark (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 55

"Move!"The last few wide-eyed faces had dispersed, enough for me to witnesses the aftermath of the girl taking a sharp kick to her shin. She moved forward to take a swipe at Bo's face, but Hayley selflessly placed herself between them, taking the hit and staggering back.I grappled Hayley around the waist and unwillingly persuaded her to me before securing my fingers to the material of Bo's cardigan. She desperately tried to resist my attempts to drag her to me, struggling at the strength we both exerted. Her stubborn nature was being displayed quite vividly, frustrated that she was stunted in progressing in the situation.

"Bo."When I got a good hold on the clothing I tugged a little harden, knocking Bo off balance for her body to lurch back towards me. The opportunity arose and I grasped at it, almost losing Hayley in the process as I wrestled Bo into my right side. It was optimistic of me.

"Get off!" She screamed.Fingers clawed at my skin, frantic with thoughts of escape. I'd seen her fraught with emotion before, but that event had been mixed with sniffs and trickles of tears. This was different, she was angry.

"Bo, calm down."An arm was tightly coiled around both of the girl's middles. It became more difficult to contain the situation as the pair were determined to shake off my hold to launch at the female opposite. I didn't recognise the guy who had stepped in, but I presumed it was her boyfriend detaining her in a similar manner.We were going to end up in a heap on the floor if the tug of war continued.

"Niall, I can't hold both of them!"He was wide eyed, unsure of what to do as the crowd he'd just emerged from continued to press. He'd never been one for confrontation, always with a smile on his face and a stupid anecdote to make the people in his presence laugh. But not tonight.I was grateful as Tom quickly stepped in, taking Hayley from me and lessening the burden. But I had neglected my attention concerning my other reluctant hostage.

Bo's POV

Bitch. She was still smirking at me. Uninvited bitch.My fists clenched once again, ready to smack the smug look off her face. Hayley had gone, but I knew she was safe. I wasn't completely certain who had taken it upon themselves to break up our scuffle, as most were more than content to watch. However, judging by the feel of the body pressed up to my back, it was a male. His right arm strong, but the restraint far from exerting his full potential.A slip of fingers was all it took to bargain release.

An "omff" breathily puffed out behind me, most likely the referee of our fight becoming situated with a thump to the grass. Seconds was all it took to shuttle forward and plant my hands to my competitor's shoulders. The look of utter astonishment flashed over her eyes, replacing what previously flooded them, something of arrogant reassurance. I didn't hit her, instead opted for a path that some might say was childish, but I really didn't like her dress. It was strangely satisfying to watch my perilous efforts be rewarded.Both her and the boyfriend became submerged in the pool. They resurfaced dazed and spluttering water from their mouths. Streaked eye makeup painted her cheeks with black smudges and I grinned from the pool edge.Upon turning I was greeted with a barrage of noise, people hollering and congratulating me for some odd reason. Entertainment apparently. My high didn't last as long as I'd hoped, attentiveness diverted to a single person.Harry was on the floor, panting wildly and looking more bewildered than I had ever seen him. It rivalled the time when I confessed my love for him and then fled.His snapback was taken from his head, his hair pushed back to be replaced once more. The laces from his grey Nikes had come loose from where they had been snuggly tucked into his trainers. Sat on his bum, knees bent, hands supporting his weight behind him.On my approach I offered my hand which he took almost immediately. I felt like a disobedient child as Harry disapprovingly glared. The hand yet to be freed was used in guidance that linked us, both our arms stretched at optimum length as Harry decided on where to hold our impending conversation. He came by a somewhat enclosed, paved area, perfect for laying into me with words to scold.