My Dangerous Knight

Clare's P.O.V

My heart beat against my chest. Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions. This could be from anyone and mean multiple things. It could be from that guy from... Oh who am I kidding? This is from that rapist pedophile yesterday and he wants me. I sighed shakily, grabbing the broom to clean up the mess.

What happened to my life? I used to be able to go to work happy and leave without a care in the world. That all changed that one day I had to work late. If I didn't have to, then I wouldn't have almost gotten raped and I wouldn't have these god forbidden mixed feelings for Harry. I want things to go back to the way they were so badly.

Tears spring in my eyes as I sweep up the broken glass. I won't lie, I'm terrified of going anywhere now. Should I go back to work? No. Yes. Do you want to get raped? No. Then quite. But I'm manager. Perfect! Now I'm talking to myself! When I toss out the shards, all I wanted to do was lay down and cry.

I lay my body down on the couch and let my tears fall. All the fright from the break in and the anger over who knows what turned into tears. They glide down my cheeks, making my cheeks damp. A burning pain in my heart made me screech. This always happened when I cried. It was as if someone torn my heart in half. Why, though?

"Please! Make it stop!" I yelled up at the heavens, begging for God or someone to ease the pain. As my waterworks dialed down, is at there. You know that feeling you have when you are finished crying and you just sit there, not sure what to do next. My mind kept wandering over to Harry and Bianca. What is this feeling I have at the pit of my stomach? Jealousy? No. I don't like Harry that way.

I decided to take my mind off of all this and just watch television and eat away my fright. That's what people do, right? Eat away their emotions? I trudge over to the fridge to get a few cheese sticks and a cup full of apple juice. When I got over to the couch, I switch on the TV and curl into the blanket. Every time I think about what could happen to me, my eyes start to water.

No, Clare. No more crying and pain.

Harry's P.O.V

When I penned my eyes, I see a sleepy blond's face. I shot up, regretting it after feeling the terrible hangover in my head. No. No. No. No. No. Bianca and I did not... I check under the covers. We did. I nudge Bianca a little.

"Wake up, bitch." I whisper yell. She groaned and stirred. Slowly but surely, I put on my boxers and pajama pants.

"Get up!" I say a bit louder. Bianca finally opened her eyes, looking at me with a smirk. I absolutely hate her. Her make up and fake tan is too heavy and she always dresses up like some stripper or something. She's so sassy and thinks she can get what she wants all the time. I guess that's 'hot' when I'm drunk.

"Oh no! Harry and Bianca did and oops!" She said sassily. See what I mean! I glare at her.

"Get you clothes on. We can't keep doing this." I demand, slowly getting up because of the aching pain in my head. Bianca at up, wrapping the sheets around her upper part.

"Or we could continue doing this, regret it every morning, and do it again." She gave me a second choice. I shoot my head again, causing my brain to pound. Shit. I desperately needed Aspirin or something. I walked out of my room and towards the kitchen. The lads were sitting on the couches watching some lame CSI show.

"Hey, Haz." Niall called at me. I nodded in response, grabbing the pills and filling a cup of water. Minutes later, Bianca comes out with a sleeveless crop top, booty shorts, and heels that had to be at least 5 inches tall.

"Bye bye, lads." She calls at them. They groan their goodbyes. The boys never really liked Bianca. I can't blame them.

"Harry." I nodded and she left, thank the heavens. After my headache started to wash away, I notice someone missing. I look around slowly for the brunette.

"Uh... Where's Clare?" I asked. All the boys shot their heads towards me. Liam spoke up first.

"She went home last night. She said you wouldn't mind." Why would she just leave without telling me? Couldn't she have waited a till morning?

"Why?" I asked.

"Why do you care, Harry. She obviously could care less about you. I bet she just wants to get in your pant." Liam spat. What's wrong with him and Clare?

"Don't talk about Clare that way. She's not like that." I cover for her. This feeling was weird. I felt kinda... Sad. Was that the word?

"How do you know? She may be a prostitute for all we know. Clare will just get in the way of everything. What's the point inn her being here?" Liam said, walking over to the fridge, now only 7 feet from me. Then it hit me. Liam kicked her out! What makes him think he can just kick Clare out?

"You son of a bitch! You kicked her out!" I shouted. Liam turned back to look at me.

"So what? She's a waste of space! She is gonna change you and then what? You will be some goody-goody, shopping for diapers for your kids!" I clench my fist.

"Shut up." I spoke from between my teeth.

"Why? Clare is just a good-for-nothing girl who couldn't give 2 shits about what you do! If you cared so much about her, then how come you had Bianca?"

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW HER!" I yelled as loud as I could. Liam looked determined to anger me. Louis rushed over to my side, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Neither do you! She was some vulnerable girl who was going to be raped by a pedo. Who. Fucking. Cares. Now that you helped her, let her go! She's a slut. Who're. Bitch." I pounce for him, but was held back by Louis.

"Harry. Calm down." Louis tried. Liam is pushing my buttons. I felt the need to protect Clare. Weird, I know.

"TAKE IT BACK, YOU BASTARD!" I screamed.

"What is there to take back? She wants to bang you, Harry! She wats to get in your pants, then leave!" That was it. I yank away with all my force and pounce on Liam. He fell to the floor and out straddle him, punching him hard. I continued striking his face till I could see the blood and bruises. It was as if everything around me was put on mute. I was focused on hurting Liam. I was pulled off the bastard.

"Harry! Stop! You're going to kill him!" Louis shouted in my ear. Zayn and Niall ran to Liam's aid.

"Fight me, Liam! Turn those fucking words into punches!" I yelled at his bloody body. I didn't even care right now if he was dead or not. Adrenaline was still pumping in my veins. I then pull away from Louis's grasp.

"Don't touch me." I grumbled. I stomp towards my room to change into black skinny jeans, black t shirt, and black vans. When I walked out of my room, everyone was circled around Liam. He shouldn't have angered me. He knew I would punch him and not stop. He saw the anger on my face.

"I'm going for a walk!" I yelled towards them, opening the door and slamming it behind me. I was so done. Liam is a dumb fuck and I couldn't take being in the same room as him. Maybe going for a walk would clear my mind. As I loght my cigarette, I bagan walking down the sidewalk with my sunglasses on my face. I turn into Starbucks about 5 minutes into my walk.

"Dark Forrest." I ordered when I got to the front. The lady gave me a strange look. Obviously because of my tattoos and piercings. Just great. As if I didn't get enough looks on the sidewalk.

"I'd like it to be today." I say a bit rudely. She nodded and picked up a cup.

"Name?"

"Unknown." I wasn't in the mood today. I couldn't handle all the shit from everyone. I waited a little while before she call Unknown up. I grab my coffee cup and take a seat, just thinking a little. The chimey bell shot me out of my trance. Maybe I should get home soon. What's the point? I'm only going to get told off for hitting Liam.

Might as as well get comfy

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