Harrys` POV:

I made my way back through the crowd, while I tried to balance the drinks. I heard some angry shouting and that caught my attention.

“You´re a stupid bitch!”, somebody shouted over the music. Not just somebody, but Clary! I started to push people out of my way.

“You´re the cunt in here!”, clearly Stella. Not again, I thought angry and then I saw her. She looked so vulnerable, tiny and small, while she fought against Connor, who hold her back. Stella stood some meters away and they looked like they were about to kill each other.

“What´s going on?”, I asked, even though I could imagine really well. Clary stopped and looked at me. Her eyes were bloody cold and her hands were shaking of anger. I realized the bruise over her cheek and got shocked. What the hell?, I thought.

“Just take a look at your little girl, Harry! Happy you fucked her half of the year and all she gives you back is a scene at prom?”, Stella let, clearly drunk.

“You had way more fun with me!”, she got on. I stepped into her direction to make her shut up, but Clary did for me. She took out a drink of my hand and spilled it over her face.

“Just shut up”, she said with a frigid voice. Stella wanted to get to her, but I grabbed her wrists and pulled her back.

“Leave it alone, Stella”, I groaned and pushed her back.

She looked hurt and mumbled: “But Harry...”

“I´m serious, just go”, I told her one more time and with tears in her eyes she turned and headed out the hall.

Clary hugged my torso and started to sob a little bit. I stroke over her back and rested my head on hers. People around were still staring, but most lost the interest in the situation.

“I´m here...”, I mumbled into her hair.

“Just...give me a second”, she whispered and I had to laugh a little bit since that was so much her.

“Damn it, dude! That was crazy”, Connor uttered and Taylor and Simon, who had been with us on the dancefloor still looked shocked.

“She´s such a bitch to tell those things to Clary!”, Taylor groaned.

“She was drunk.” Clary lifted her had and I stared at her watery eyes. “She didn´t really knew what she was doing. I should have just left it alone, but I said horrible things as well”, she let out with a shaky voice.

“She hit you, Clary!”, Simon squeezed. I starred at her red cheek. No.

Clarys` POV:

He starred at me for some seconds, but I corrected myself since he was staring only at my cheek, before he moved his thumb carefully over my cheek.

“I can´t believe she...did this to your face”, he let out quietly, but I could hear his anger and rage under his words. The slap had been pretty hard since my cheek was still burning on the place where her hand had hit my skin.

“I´m okay”, I tried to calm him down.

“You look really pale, Clary. You should get some fresh air”, Taylor suggested and I nodded I agreement. My legs felt still shaky and the music suddenly was way too loud.

“You come?”, I asked Harry and pulled slightly on his hand.

“Just give me a minute. I promise I´ll be there in five minutes”, he answered and kissed my forehead.

“Alright”, was all I could get out before he already made his way through the crowd of people and got out of my sight.

Harrys´ POV:

I found her, sitting in front of the entrance. She sat down on her dress and her shoes were laying beside her. As I stood beside her, she looked up and sighed.

“Wanna punch me? Go ahead.” Her voice was cracky and heavy from the alcohol. My knees cracked as I sat down next to her. The air was still warm from the hot temperature of the day. We starred over at the school for some minutes and none of us said something.

“Just say something, Harry!”, she let out after the long silence.

“He hurt you. Didn´t he? Like really hurt you”, I simply uttered. She kept quiet again for some time.

“I thought I loved him. But Mark´s an ass and after a while I found out he had sex with five different girls at parties”, she told me.

“I´m sorry for what he did. For what I did”, I let her know.

“You´re sorry? Remember that I just punched your little girl?”, she said surprised.

“I acted the exact same way he did around you. Having sex with telling you it´s no big deal? That was really cruel.” I felt her eyes on me, but I continued to stare at the school building.

“You weren´t cruel. You were great. In bed, I mean. And with everything else. I should have stayed, but I thought I found love, haha.” Her words were angry, but her voice was sad.

“Harry, there´s a reason why nearly every girl wants to be with you. Even if it´s just for a night. You´re one of the good guys under all these tattoos. I should have stayed, even just being with you on the weekends and being able to talk to you after we fucked.

Definitely worth it”, she stopped for some seconds and I thought she was ready, but she wasn´t: “But then you were with her. I couldn´t believe my ears when I heard it for the first time. One single girl makes Harry wants to stay? She must be special, I mean I have no idea how, but she has to.” For the first time I looked into her eyes.

“My dead hurted my Mum really bad and unfortunately I´m way too much like him. No feelings, no pain.

I was sure I could do it like that, but then there´s this girl, who takes me to the ground. Like hell, I mean I was flirting with another lady that moment and she just...but she´s not like these other girls.

She wasn´t flirting, no cheeky smiles, seemed not interested in me at all and then she talked over music like she never knew anything better.

She was like a challenge. Something different, but I promised no feelings. Good, I still don´t know what she did!

She just crept under my skin, the day at the party, where she kissed me like out of nowhere and then she´s just so tiny and vulnerable and I wanted to protect her from anything, which made her unhappy.

There were so much more underneath the cold and distant behaviour and suddenly I had the feelings, I promised myself never to get.

It was frightening and it still is, but I love her. Like hell, like crazy.” I stopped.

“Even the way you talk about her...your everything a girl wants”, Stella whispered. I blushed hardly.

“Be angry at me, Stella. That´s the only reason I´m telling you all of this because she´s just a good person and you should leave her alone. I´m the asshole in this situation and I would appreciate you to leave her alone”, I told her and she nodded.

“I think I should get home before I realized what I just did tonight. Everybody will talk about me tomorrow”, she sighed, while she stood up and nearly stumbled over her feet.

“You need help?”, I offered her, but she refused to and started to walk over to the taxi cap on her own.

“She can consider herself really lucky”, she said over her shoulder.

“You´ll find someone, who makes you feel like this as well and then you´ll understand me”, I promised her.

“Maybe, but maybe your just the best Harry Styles”, she grinned and with that she got in the car.

Notes

1) Extra long chapter and a huge announcement:
This is the next-to-last chapter of this story!

2) Please check out this amazing fanfic: The Cafe Girl! It´s amazing, like awesome and interesting and written so well by Author - thecafegirl. It´s only has a few chapters, but it´s one of my favorites stories here already!

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