Constellations
✰ Chapter 6 ✰
Harry's P.O.V.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The small crowd yells and cheers around me. I feel dizzy, probably because of all the bottles I've drained this evening, and the shouting is not making me feel any better. I faintly see a body on the ground in front of me within the circle of people, backing away on his elbows. I take a few steps toward him and kick with all my leg power, over and over again. I have no clue who this man is, and I'm too drunk to even remember why I'm beating the living hell out of him; but it doesn't matter. I keep kicking till I fall down on my knees, then grab the man by the collar and punch him with already an already bloody fist. I can tell I'm about to knock him out, but before I can force another blow, someone takes me by the back of my shirt and hauls me off the man and out of the crowd.
"You're gonna kill him, Harry! You need to stop!" The person yells in my face.
I see a sign to my right that reads "Bar 500", and that's when it all clicks into place:
I came here with my buddy Louis for a drink, which later became 20 drinks. The man I beat had been starting trouble with Louis, telling him to watch where he was going before he took him out back to kick his ass. I got in the mans face, trying to defend my best mate, but I couldn't help it when my fist swung up and connected with the guys face. I remember dragging him out back into the alleyway and fighting him, and that's when Louis pulled me away and told me I was going to kill him if I didn't stop.
I picture Ember's face all of a sudden; her beautiful big blue eyes, her soft, long brown hair, and those perfectly pink lips. But I see her crying, standing in front of me, telling me to stop. If she knew about this, about all the fights I've been in, she wouldn't want to be with me. I can't take the risk of loosing her. Not now, not ever. When I first saw her in that bookstore, I knew I had to have her no matter what. And I'd do anything to keep her now that she's mine.
"I- I- I'm sorry. I have to go." I slur, trying my best to drag my away feet from Louis and back into the bar.
When inside, I follow the sign that indicates where the bathroom is, pushing through people without saying excuse me, and ignoring all the dirty comments on how drunk I am. I shove the door open and balance myself over the sink, my head face down. I turn on the faucet with shaky hands and splash ice cold water all over my face in order to sober myself up as best as I possibly can. After I stop the flowing water, I rest myself back on the sink and look up at my blurring reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror. My green eyes stare right back at me, the whites turned almost completely red. I am such a fuck up, I tell myself. I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, wouldn't give in to this dark side of myself. I barely recognise the man I'm looking at, and I angers me. My whole vision turns red and I bash the mirror with my fist, feeling the glass slice into my skin. I frantically push everything off the counters, throw the toilet paper across the bathroom, and kick the toilet, causing water to spray in my face and all over the bathroom. I yell in frustration, tasting salty tears in my mouth every time it opens. Ugh, I absolutely hate crying. The door opens and in walks Louis, apparently relieved to have discovered my location.
"C'mon, mate," he says in a soothing tone, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to keep me from falling over.
"Lets get you out of here before anyone sees this."
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The small crowd yells and cheers around me. I feel dizzy, probably because of all the bottles I've drained this evening, and the shouting is not making me feel any better. I faintly see a body on the ground in front of me within the circle of people, backing away on his elbows. I take a few steps toward him and kick with all my leg power, over and over again. I have no clue who this man is, and I'm too drunk to even remember why I'm beating the living hell out of him; but it doesn't matter. I keep kicking till I fall down on my knees, then grab the man by the collar and punch him with already an already bloody fist. I can tell I'm about to knock him out, but before I can force another blow, someone takes me by the back of my shirt and hauls me off the man and out of the crowd.
"You're gonna kill him, Harry! You need to stop!" The person yells in my face.
I see a sign to my right that reads "Bar 500", and that's when it all clicks into place:
I came here with my buddy Louis for a drink, which later became 20 drinks. The man I beat had been starting trouble with Louis, telling him to watch where he was going before he took him out back to kick his ass. I got in the mans face, trying to defend my best mate, but I couldn't help it when my fist swung up and connected with the guys face. I remember dragging him out back into the alleyway and fighting him, and that's when Louis pulled me away and told me I was going to kill him if I didn't stop.
I picture Ember's face all of a sudden; her beautiful big blue eyes, her soft, long brown hair, and those perfectly pink lips. But I see her crying, standing in front of me, telling me to stop. If she knew about this, about all the fights I've been in, she wouldn't want to be with me. I can't take the risk of loosing her. Not now, not ever. When I first saw her in that bookstore, I knew I had to have her no matter what. And I'd do anything to keep her now that she's mine.
"I- I- I'm sorry. I have to go." I slur, trying my best to drag my away feet from Louis and back into the bar.
When inside, I follow the sign that indicates where the bathroom is, pushing through people without saying excuse me, and ignoring all the dirty comments on how drunk I am. I shove the door open and balance myself over the sink, my head face down. I turn on the faucet with shaky hands and splash ice cold water all over my face in order to sober myself up as best as I possibly can. After I stop the flowing water, I rest myself back on the sink and look up at my blurring reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror. My green eyes stare right back at me, the whites turned almost completely red. I am such a fuck up, I tell myself. I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, wouldn't give in to this dark side of myself. I barely recognise the man I'm looking at, and I angers me. My whole vision turns red and I bash the mirror with my fist, feeling the glass slice into my skin. I frantically push everything off the counters, throw the toilet paper across the bathroom, and kick the toilet, causing water to spray in my face and all over the bathroom. I yell in frustration, tasting salty tears in my mouth every time it opens. Ugh, I absolutely hate crying. The door opens and in walks Louis, apparently relieved to have discovered my location.
"C'mon, mate," he says in a soothing tone, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to keep me from falling over.
"Lets get you out of here before anyone sees this."
Notes
Sorry this chapter is so short, but I've been sick as shit all day long. I wasn't gonna write at all, but I really wanted to have something posted, even if it was this short. I hope you still enjoy it!Vote, rate, comment, & subscribe, please!
-Daisy
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12/10/13