Its My Fault

Harry's POV


I came back from the bar and I couldn't find Lizzie. I found her blue jacket she was wearing sitting on the stool she had been sitting on. My stomach started doing twists as I thought about Joshua. He had been mad at me a few days before, and he found joy in trying to have sex with my girlfriends as revenge. I started towards the back trying to act cool. "What the fuck" I thought "why should I care." Then I remembered I've never felt this way about a girl. I finally get to the back of the club and my heart...It drops...Lizzie is laying on her back crying while Joshua is pumping in and out of her.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell at Joshua, making Lizzie open her eyes.
"Nice choice of words Harold." He says with a evil grin, sliding his pants back on.
"You...You...Bastard!" I'm so full of anger I can't think of anything else to say. Before I know it I'm on top of Joshua pounding in his face.
"Harryyyy!" Lizzie yells behind me, Fuck i forgot to check on her.
I get up and help her get dressed. She's still crying. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize..." I start feeling my eyes tearing up.
"I just want to go home Harry." She begs.
"I'll take you to my house so you can clean up." I wrap my arms around her shoulders and she relaxes while crying into my shirt.


~At Harry's House Later That Night~


I pull up in my drive way.
"Lizzie, Hon, Its time to get out of my car." I coo to her.
She steps out and walks blindly up the porch stairs. She looks like hell, so does Joshua's face right now I imagine. Niall and Louis greet us at the door.
"What the fuck happened to her?!" Louis whispers in my ear as Niall leads her in the house

Notes

Sorry its so short :( I'll do another later possibly So what do you guys think? I need suggestions please XD Just remember to vote and subscribe