I Understand. An AU/punk story.

When we started shivering form the cold, we decided it time to get out and get home to get ready for this evenings activities...

Harry stomps by me with out so much as a glance, the ever elusive, Morgan trailing him like a damn puppy.

I glare at his and I know he know's I'm doing it. Martin gives me an apologetic look as he offers his hand, pulling me up from the shallow water.

We all gather our things and make out ways back to the cars. Lauren squeezes in with us and the dogs to get ready together.

Morgan gets in the car with Harry and Niall, Zayn and Liam jump in Liam's place. We agree on meeting at the club around eight thirty/nine.

I grimace as she jumps in his passenger seat, chattering happily. I hug Martin bye and he agrees to meet us at the same time.

I'm silent on the ride back. I don't feel like talking. I don't really want to go but I already asked Martin to.

I can't believe he moved on that fast.

It makes me a little sick.

As we pull up, the girls now notice my sudden silence.

"You OK, bae?" Lauren asks, sweetly while we ride the elevator up.

"Yeah..'' I breathe, not wanting to talk about it. I know Harry and her talked and I didn't want him to know that his actions hurt me. I wanted him to think I was indifferent, it would make this easier for myself.

"Don't worry about that Molly chick. He's just trying to prove his point." her voice is soft and her eyes gentle as she hooks her arm in mine, leading me to our flat.

"Morgan." I grumble, a sour taste in my mouth where her name just rolled out.

"Oh, who cares! She'll be gone in the morning." she chuckles. I choke on my air, not knowing if there was a second meaning to that. Her eyes widen and she stumbles on her words before she regains herself. "Oh, fuck. I - I didn't mean that! I mean't that she would be gone soon. He doesn't like her! I highly doubt he'll sleep with her!" She rushes, trying to smooth it over.

"It's whatever. He's going to start his old fuck and chuck soon anyways. He's done with me, remember?" I grouch, flopping down on Pez's bed as they begin rummaging around her wardrobe.

"Don't think about that way. He loves you. We knows it. He knows it. You knows it. This is just a rough patch. I think you just need to tell him flat out how you feel it." Rae butts in, holding a peach skirt up to her body. I groan and run my hands over my eyes as they toss different outfits at me.
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Finally primped and ready,

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We all get back in the car and drive to the crowded club. As we park we see the boys, Martin and Harry and his woman of the night, exit their cars. We all meet on the sidewalk.

My loyal, Martin come right to me, striding past a fuming Harry with out so much as a glance. He looks very nice in a black blazer and a shirt shirt with fitted black jeans. We match and the girls wiggle their eyebrows at me when they notice it.

"We match." He smirks down at me. "And you look very lovely, by the way." He coos. I flush and thank him.

A snort fills the air and I tun to find Harry scoffing at our exchange. He, pressed in fitted black skinnies and a black button up, dress shirt, buttoned to the top. He looks good. His boots replaced with black converse.

"Just ignore him.'' Martin leans down, wraps an arm around me and whispers in my ear. I sigh and nod, following Zayn and Perri to the door. The bouncer had he rope pulled for us and the door open before he even saw Harry's car park.

The club is filled as usual, hot and smoky, music blaring in our ears as we folly Pez and her bo to our usual spot.

I'm fairly disappointed to find it occupied with one more person than we came here with.

Martin scoots in next to Liam, Harry and morgan across from us, me on the outer part and a familiar blonde on the other end part of the boothe. I almost don't recgonize her until her blue eyes smirk down at me.

Carissa.

Bile and hot rage fill my every pour and my eyes instantly water from anger.

I have not seen her since the news of Harry's and hers infidelity.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here? Scamper off, ho. No scraps left for you to pick at here." Rae spits venomously at her when everyone's attention is drawn to our glares.

Harry grows rigid, looking between the two of us.

I feel Martin's hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I invited Rissa, she's my pal.I didn't think any of you were friends with her." Stupid ass Morgan says in her nasily voice.

"Wow. Figures. It sees more than you are on pretty friendly basis with her." I spit back at the brunette sitting next to Harry, opposite side of Carissa.

Guilt washes in to his green eyes but I could give a fuck less if my innuendo caused him any pain. In fact, I hope it did. Carissa smirks at me, enjoying my reaction.

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Morgan hisses back.

"Morgan stop. Fuck off, Carissa." Harry suddenly snaps. His eyes keep trained on mine. Mine on the she devil herself.

"No, I want her to stay!" Morgan pouts.

"Yeah, I'm staying." Carissa scoffs, ordering a drink.

My body shakes with rage and I want nothing more than to dive across this table and rip her extensions out of her skin.

"You wanna go? You don't have to fucking sit here." Martin leans down and whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my skin lightly. harry's glare intensifies at his close proximity to me.

I shake my head and force my gaze from the disease swamp in front of me. Ordering a few shots of tequila for myself.

"So, Lilian." Carissa sneers. My rage beginning to be harder and harder to control. "I heard you and Hazzy broke up; quite the shame. You two were so.... cute." She sneers, smiling a fake smile at me. Harry shoots knives with his eyes in to her head. Everyone in the booth seems quite taken back by her boldness.

"Yeah we did. I'm far past over it though. What about you? Have you learned to control your sick, come gargling, obsession longer than one night to pin some poor bastard?" I ask back with a straight face. My anger not letting my pretend to be polite.

Her jaw drops.

No everyone's does.

I was not one to fight. But then again, I have never been so ma din my freaking life.

"Excuse me?" She gapes. I shrug and drown a shot, crossing my arm. Martin puts an arm around my shoulder, leaning his head in closer to mine he whispers in my ear how she isn't worth it and how I'm above her. Things that should calm me down but only fuel the wildfire growing in my chest.

"Wow suddenly you grew a pair to stand up for yourself." She laughs a cackle before continuing. "Too bad everyone knows your bark is worse than your bite."

My hands ball in to fists and my nails dig so hard in to my palm I'm sure blood is being drawn. My skin feels hot to the touch as the anger bubbles higher and higher.

"Carissa, just shut the fuck up and get out of here!" Harry spits.

"Oh, defend the poor little girl."

"I'm not a little girl -"

"Oh you're not? Honey please! Here I sit, weeks later after fucking the love of your life and you don't have a word to say about it. The girl who ruined your relationship and you sit there like a fucking fool. You're stupid as shit." Carissa snarls at me.

"I"M STUPID? - " I'm about to go off, slamming my palms down on the table so hard everyone jumps before she cuts me off again.

"YEAH! How stupid can you fucking be? To still feel for him after he fucked me while he was laying your damn bed!" My finger nails drag across the wood of the table leaving scratch marks. Harry continually curses at Carissa alongside the girls. Martin continually telling me to relax.

I can't take it.

"Fuck you." I spit, standing up, knocking the table so hard that the drinks spill.

"Lilian!" Harry calls for me.

"Babe, she isn't worth it, just come back. She can leave." Martin pleads.

"NO! Let the little girl run off. Can't hold her own in a fight. Just as she couldn't hold her man. Thats why he came to me to get what he needed, what you couldn't give it. And you know what, you, little ho, he fucking liked. He moaned MY name that night!" I hear her stand, yelling after me as I storm off.

That.

That is when I snap.

I freeze.

My back to them, a few inches in front of the table.

All I see is fucking red.

Spinning around. I bring my arm around my chest and swing it like a fucking baseball bat.

Every ounce of gumption in strength in my spin as I whip around I slam my hand in to the side of her face. Hard.

It sounds like a sickling crack, not at all like a slap.

It's so loud and the sound coming from my throat sound so inhumane, that the tables next to us turn to look for the commotion.

Carissa immediately falls to the ground, screaming in pain as she is slammed to the floor with one blow.

I'm on her in the next.

Harry's P.O.V.

I watch in horror as the minute the skank bag falls to the floor, Lilian pounces like a lioness. Claws and teeth out.

We all jump out of the booth and surround them, not sure what to do. Not sure if we dared to touch her with this much anger and adrenaline fuming through us.

Her tiny fists clutch her hair and rip, picking her head up before slamming it in to the ground on ly to being it back up and deliver smack after smack to her face and head.

I knew we only had three seconds before the security came so I let her fight her.

She deserved to get this out. She needed to stand up for herself.

Lilian screams inhumane cusses and profanities I have never heard exit her mouth as she pummels her with her fists, her knees digging harshly in to her stomach, keeping Carissa pinned.

The security shove us away, reaching down to rip them apart.

Lily's P.O.V.

The next thing I know I'm pulled off of her.

Wait.

What?

I didn't even realize I had been fighting her until I look down at my bloodied hands that are full of clumps of fake, blonde hair.

I'm thrown over the shoulder of a buff man and go limp as I watch all of my friends being escorted out too.

My feet hit the pavement and my friends rush out. Carissa being escorted out last by Morgan. Her face bloodied and bruised.

Hands grab my cheeks, forcing me to meet the gaze of Martin.

"Babe, just relax! It's OK -" He's suddenly shoved away as Harry takes his place, one hand on my neck the other, gently strokes my cheek, smoothing my hair back as I heave for air.

My eyes don't meet mine, they stay trained on the witch in front of me, limping helplessly.

"Lilian, listen to me. It's OK. I'm here. Fuck her. She's an idiot. You're so much more than her. In every way and shape and form." he coos.

He is suddenly shoved off by Martin who starts cussing him off, yelling how this was all his fight.

I zone it out and my eye's meet skank bag's once more.

Taking the opportunity of the fighting guys, I charge once more.

Notes

BIIITCCHHH FFIIIGGHHHTT

DIDN'T CARISSA HAVE THAT COMING

#TEAMLILY