Harry's POV

"Thanks Bryson" I said letting go of Amelia and giving him a handshake

"Woah woah woah, who do we have here" Bryson said putting his arm around Amelia

"I'm uh-" Amelia couldn't speak

"Ha that's Amelia. She's my pal." I said smiling

"Ha ohh so she isn't yours? So she is totally available?" Bryson said kissing her hand

"Man don't go that far. She's cool. She isn't a slut like most girls"

"Oh a good girl huh? Hmm.. I guess I can let this one go. Ha hey im going to go smoke one. Want one?" Handing me a cigarette

"Nah I'm good right now" Grabbing Amelia's arm

Amelia looked so good, everyone was looking at her, She was mine though. No one else's. Pft imagine if that fucking Zayn kid came along. I would have to beat the shit out of him. I haven't had a girlfriend since... well... never mind..

"Hey babe, want a drink?" I said sitting down

"Sure I don't care..." Amelia said that so angry.. what's wrong.. oh well I don't care

"Okay, well I'm going to get one. So wait here for me" I said giving her a wink

Amelia's POV

What. An. Asshole. Pal? Pal?? Are you kidding me. I cant believe him... I cant stop looking around its so creepy here. Its dark, tons of people dancing on each other, people drunk and high as fuck. We're in a basement that could only fit 100 people max with 200 in here. You can barley hear anyone and there are sluts everywhere. Why am I here? Zayn was right he is a creep. I'm out of here.

As I was looking around for a way to get out some guys kept grabbing my ass and one tried to dance with me

"Oh God!!! Get off of me!!" I said pushing some guy who smelt like vodka and smoke

"Woah woah woah, chill out little pal, why are you freaking out?" Bryson said grabbing my waist

"I need to leave, I don't belong here please bring me to the front door" I pleaded but yelling in his ear cause the damn music was playing to loud

"Here take a drag, it will ease you a bit. I promise" Handing me some weed

"Ew . No your gross. Bring me to the front door I will walk home"

"Your leaving Harry? You cant do that!!"

"Yes I can... why cant I?"

"Because, lets just say I know my pal Harry from other pals. And he isn't some guy you can just leave. He only brings girls to my house and introduces them as his hookup. He must really like you. Because he called you his pal. He calls all his closets friends his pal. And-"

"Wait. What do you mean you know him from other pals..." I said kind of scared

"Ha come up stairs into my room so we can talk in private"

I looked behind me for Harry. When I saw he hasn't come back I grabbed Bryson's hand and walked through the crowed. Not going to lie, he is pretty hot. His dark brown hair and hazel yes remind me of... Zayn... Oh my god. What would Zayn think of me if I told him..

"Okay you can it there and I'll tell you his story. Has he told you his?"

"No, he hasn't. please tell me!" I said with such excitement it sounded like a little kid

"Ha don't get to excited... You see Harry moved here with me because he got kicked out of his house. He hasn't seen his mother in so long. Yeah he moved here over the summer. But he lived on the streets for about a year. So 2 years he hasn't seen his mother-"

"what did he do??"

"He got into a gang bang. The police got him and put him into jail. His mother cried all night, and she couldn't believe her little Harry did that. Harry was also charged with other things, like violence on the streets. Every tattoo has a story All his tattoos, are his sins."

I heard enough. I got up so I could leave fuck this peace Harry.

"Hey, where ya going? Harry is changing. That's why he came here. He wants to make his mother proud. He loves her so much" He grabbed me

"Please.. Bryson let go of me" I said nervously

"Don't leave, your so sexy" His grip was hurt

He stated to kiss my neck. I tried not to enjoy it but I couldn't help it. I tried not to open my mouth. If I did I would of moaned.

"Ahh.. Bryson.. please... please stoop"

I tried my hardest But it didn't work, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. He crawled over me. He looked so evil...

"HARRY!! HELP!! SOMEONE!" I yelled so loud

"Shhh the music is loud. No one can hear you little pal"

Harry's POV

"Amelia, I know you didn't want a drink but I got you one anyways. Sorry I took so long the bar guy was being a dick... Your not Amelia.. Where is Amelia? Where the fuck is she." I am so mad. Actually fuck that I am pissed.

I looked over the whole basement. I asked every girl in there. I couldn't find her. I started to panic. The last time this happened the slut ended up dead. But she isn't a slut. She is a strong girl. I know he is.. Ugh but she is to nice. Fuck...

"Where the FUCK IS BRYSON?"

I was so mad now, anyone who stepped in my way will get knocked the fuck out.

"HARRY!! HELPP!"

That little fucker I kicked open that door. Ohhh he is so in for it. I took him by his shirt and ripped him off of Amelia. I punched him so hard I almost broke my hand. Amelia kept pulling on my shirt yelling to stop. I pushed her away and kept beating the shit out of him. I had blood all over my knuckles. I finally stopped.

"Don't you ever touch her again mate." whipping the blood of my hands with my shirt

"I... I thought you said she was just your pal.." He said barley able to talk

I grabbed her by her hand and gave Amelia a kiss on the cheek making sure she is okay. I whipped a tear from her eye. And headed for the door.

"Amelia isn't my pal. She's my girl"