Blake and I stand outside the club, he wanted to distract me from Dylan but it wasn't working, I'm standing alone outside since we were about to leave but Blake left his phone inside
"Lili I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?" Dylan says walking over to me placing his hands on my hips like he used too
"By fucking off" I say trying to get his hands off me
"I'm sorry" he says brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear, from the smell of whiskey on his lips I can tell he's absolutely shit faced.
"Get off me" I grunt digging my nails into his hand trying to get him away from me
"Dylan man fuck off she doesn't want to be with you, you can't treat her like shit then decide you want her back just fucking go" Blake walking up to us putting his phone in his back pocket, Dylan ignores what Blake says and proceeds to try and touch me
"Dylan, I told you to fuck off," i say angrily, he puts his hands on my waist as I try to push his hands off they begin to dig deeper into my hips
Blake seems like he was going to walk away before he quickly turns and punches Dylan straight across the face. I cover my mouth as Dylan almost falls back but got his footing. Blake didn't let up though, every time Dylan just regained his footing, he'd punch him again.
Dylan eventually learns and moves back away from Blake's punches before he charges him, grabbing around Blake's waist. He gets Blake to the ground and throws a punch or two before Blake manages to move his head at the right time. Dylan screams out in pain as his fist collided with the cement ground. Blake takes this moment to shove him off and crawls onto him, landing three more good punches as he held onto Dylan's jacket, keeping him up.
"BLAKE STOP THATS ENOUGH" i grab his jacket and pull him off of Dylan. Dylan's face is a mess of blood and spit and he coughs as he cradles his hand weakly.
"Don't you fucking dare go near her again, I swear to god if I hear you layed on finger on her I'll fucki-" Blake says but I cut him off by grabbing his hand in mine and leading him out the street
"Thank you Blake" I say keeping his hand in mine so he can calm down and since my anxiety is through the roof and I don't want him to go run away
"It's fine, he shouldn't of been treating you that way" he wipes his bloody lip, Before thinking I wrap my arms around Blake's waist and hug him, I've never had anyone stick up for me like that.
After 10 minute walk through the busy streets of London we arrive at our apartment, I release my hand from his and unlock the front door.
"Go sit on the couch we need to get your wounds cleaned up" I say pointing to the couch as I walk into the kitchen and grab the first aid kit out the cupboard
I walk over to blake, he frustratedly runs a hand through his hair keeping his eyes on me the whole time, I kneel down in front of him putting disinfectant on cotton wool, I grab his face and turn it so I can inspect the damage.
"This might hurt a little" I say gently placing the cotton wool on the injury above his eyebrow he winces at the pain and I mutter a sorry and he gives me a sympathetic smile.
"You didn't have to do that though but thank you, I just don't want you to put yourself in danger because of me" I begin to ramble,
"Don't worry your pretty little head" he gives me a small smile, calming my nerves. My heart is beating at a hundred beats per minute, he's so sweet to me, I don't know what I've done to deserve him.
"Let's get you to bed" I say and he nods standing up from the couch still slightly drunk, I stayed sober tonight because i know if I got drunk I would be a sobbing mess
I go out the room so I can get him some pain killers for the morning because he'll have a little hangover and to the help with the wounds, I walk back into his room to find his past out on his bed in only his boxers, I put the tablets on his bedside table and quickly turn off the lights
"Goodnight Blake" I whisper, smiling at the sight of him looking so peaceful.
