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My Kind Of Love

Chapter 6 I Just Can’t Remember

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**Zayn’s POV**

Shit, Harry will not take this as a light matter...

I step out of my car and quickly run around to the back seat, opening the back door to where Bea is mumbling something to herself. Fuck, Harry will be even more upset seeing her in this bad drunken state. Oh shit Bea why do you have to be so stupid?

“Z-zayn where are we?” She stammers out while putting her hands around my neck so I can carry her. Thank god she is light and not like the rest of the fat bitches.

“Don’t worry love, you will be safe here.” I try to reassure her because I would be scared as shit if I were her. She nuzzles her little head between the crooks of my neck. She was adorable. What the hell Zayn! Man up and stop acting like a coward. I took her as if she was my little sister I needed to protect; I just had this fucking automatic urge to do so. I press the intercom button allowing Harry to know I was here.

God dammit what is taking the idiot so fucking long to answer? I press the button about ten times in a row, haha shit that’s gonna irritate Harry.

After about another stupid minute of waiting the buzzer goes off, I quickly open the door while Bea still in my arms. I go into the elevator and start thinking; I cant fucking lie to him. Once we reach the 9th floor I go to his door, 918; I knock. Bea starts to lightly stir awake so I put her on the ground. Fuck Harry what is taking you so god damn long? I knock again a little hard this time. Urh fuck. Just as I’m about to knock again the door flies open to an almost naked body.

**Harry’s POV**

What the fuck did Zayn mean when he sent me that text. Like what an idiot trying to play jokes with me. Whatever. I need to clear my god damn mind. I strip off my clothes and get into the big shower. I just let the water fall, why is Bea getting to me so much. Fuck.

Suddenly the buzzer goes off. Zayn can go fuck himself I’m not friken answering that. After about 5 minutes it still keeps going. What the fuck is his problem, he better have a good reason why he’s here. I get out of the shower wrapping a towel low on my hips and press the button enabling him to get in. Shit I need to change. I walk to my room and quickly grab a pair of boxers and sweats. I hear a knock on the door. Oh my fuck! Can he just leave, I swear if it’s whores he picked up at the club I will flip my shit. God damn can he stop knocking.

I run to the door and swing it open. WHAT THE FUCK.

“Why the hell is she here?” It’s all I manage to say as I feel the fume build up in me. She’s drunk. Fucking shit.

“Harry, lad let me explain!” I quickly cut him off before Zayn can say anymore.

“WHY THE HELL IS SHE PISS DRUNK AND WITH YOU!” I can’t take it, what the hell is going on. Bea slowly turns around, her back facing to me and buries her face in Zayn’s chest. Drunk bitch.

“BEA STOP ACTING LIKE A FUCKIN PUSSY AND LOOK AT ME IN THE GOD DAM EYE!” I’m practically screaming as I grab her wrists and wrench her into my apartment making her fall to the ground. I don’t care.

“Ey, Harry let me explain, fuck calm down.” He better have a good explanation for this. I grab his biceps push him outside my apartment and slam the door so we are both standing outside my front door leaving Bea inside.

“Fuck. Explain now!” I order Zayn.

“I was walking into a club trying to find a hot girl when I decide to light a cig in the alley. So as I’m outside I hear this chick screaming. I realize it’s fuckin Jason and Bea. He got her drunk and tried to take advantage of her. I kicked his ass and took her here.” Zayn says out of breath trying to fit all the info together. I was mad, oh so fuckin mad. I felt my whole body tense at the name of that sick cunt. I was fucking furious, I felt like stabbing something.

“Out! Get the fuck out!” I yell at Zayn. He smirks. Fuckin idiot.

“Don’t break her pussy to easily!” He yells quickly getting into the elevator. He is such a dumb ass. ARHHHH. I yell making an echo go through the whole apartment. I need to relieve the heat. Without thinking I smash my fists into the wall. God dammit.

I throw open the door making asleep Bea quickly yelp. The girl was scared, so fucking scared. I grab her wrists and quickly wrench her up so her face would be close to mine. I did not care if I was hurting her right now.

“WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU WITH THAT SICK BASTARD!” I spit in her face making her shriek. I see a tear fall down her cheek. Oh fuck. I can’t take it when women cry. I’m so awkward in these fucking situations.

“Don’t you dare fucking start crying and make me feel bad, I already told you he was dangerous. You stubborn girl, you only listen to yourself!” She starts whimpering. There’s no point in yelling at her right now, she’s drunk and doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. I notice how tight my hands are wrapped around her wrist so I let go roughly making her stumble. I need to calm down.

“Stay, and don’t fucking move.” I order Bea placing her on the couch with a bucket in case she pukes her guts out. I run to the bathroom and sit beside the big bathtub. I turn on the water and let it slowly fill up the tub, taking a bath will help that girl to come to her fucking senses a little. I grab a big white fluffy towel and place it besides the tub.

It’s a quarter after one and she needs me now because she is piss drunk as hell. I run back to the living room and obviously to find an empty couch. Idiot. I look and see Bea trying to take off her heals clumsily in the corner.

“Do you ever fucking listen to anyone but yourself?” I grab her and drag her to the bathroom.

“Sit.” I say a little to harshly pointing to the closed toilet seat. She awkwardly walks and stumbles down on the seat. I kneel down in front of her and grab her leg trying to be gentle. It’s fucking hard being gentle. I slowly take off her heals one by one.

What the fuck am I suppose to do now? Will she let me strip her? I grab her hand making her stand up again and turning her back towards me. I grab the zipper of the back of her dress and slowly pull it down. Fuck Harry don’t get turned on, don’t look. I slowly pull the zipper all the way to a stop and gently start pulling it down. I grab her arms from the back and put them over her chest so it is covered. Shit I shouldn’t have looked at her panties. I couldn’t help it.

I push the thought out of my mind of taking this opportunity to have sex with her and slowly pull the panties down. She is so damn out of it that she doesn’t even notice me stripping her. Once her panties fall to the ground I gently help in her into the tub while taking a quick glance at her ass. She lightly moans as the warm water slips into every crack of her body. Damn.

“H-harry I’m sorry for being bad.” She slurs sort of coming back to her senses. Thank god. I don’t respond, because I’m still fucking mad that she did what she did.

“Harry? Please don’t ignore me!” She pleads in a really sexy innocent voice.

“Bea be quiet and clean yourself.” I hand her some soap as I sit on the edge of the tub, her back facing towards me so I couldn’t see anything. Her back rises up and down and with that I can tell she is fucking crying again.

I get up and leave because I can’t take it when girls cry. I go to the cupboard in my kitchen and pull out some aspirin. That shit works magic when you’re drunk. Yes I was quite experienced. I chuckle to myself. I take out a glass and fill it up with cold tap water.

Lost in thought suddenly a small little voice scares me “Harry I’m sorry!”

“God dammit Be stop friken apologizing. What happened already happened and you can’t change it.” I sternly say. She kept throwing herself at me right now and it was turning me on, BUT NO. I need to show her whose boss and she needs to know the boundaries. What she did to me with Jason definitely crossed the line. I turn around and my jaw drops a little when I see her only in a towel loosely wrapped around her. I grab her wrists and pull her into my room; her eye’s go wide probably thinking I was gonna have sex with her.

“It’s not what you think it is, so calm your horny self.” She gasps making me chuckle, even though I wouldn’t mind if we did get some action but I still need to show her who is boss. I sit her on the bed and pull out one of my shirts I had when I was younger, I dig in the drawer where my pants are and find some basketball pants. Shit, making a huge mess.

I throw the clothes at her say a little to harshly “Change into that, there’s Aspirin and water on the corner of the table. Drink it or you will feel like shit. Sleep here tonight I’ll be on the couch.”

And with that I get up and slam the door behind me. I need a break from this shit. She was like a little child I needed to take care of.