“Sc-Scott,” I whispered not believing my eyes. A devilish smile creeped upon his features, “Aha, so you remember me?” Without waiting for my answer he continued, “Of Course you do, the first boy you fell in love with and shit!” Harry’s fingers wrapped around mine.

“And after all I did to you…” he mused on, while Harry’s grip tightened around my fingers, cutting of my blood supply, but it didn’t matter, because I was squeezing his fingers twice as hard. “Harry we should leave,” I nudged him towards the end of the alleyway. “Still the same innocent girl, I see,” Scott said, venom dripping with every word. I could hear the pounding of my heart, as I forcefully pushed Harry towards the end of the alley with sweaty palms. “That pretty boy of yours can leave, but I want you all to myself,” he drawled menacingly. I flinched at the sound of his voice, how had I ever even thought I loved him? I could hear Harry’s labored breathing as he tried to maintain his calm. Taking the lead, I pulled him towards the bright rays of the sun. “Aww, babe did you forget all the good times we had together, like when I forced you into bed? Made you cut? Oh and cheated on you with Veronica?”

With that I knew he’d pushed the buttons. Within a millisecond Scott was shoved against the wall. “Harry lets just leave,” I begged. The moment Harry got distracted to look at me, Scott threw him against the opposite wall. “Harry!” I cried out rushing towards him. Before I could reach him, Scott grasped my wrist with his hand, his fingers trailing down my arms, his touch felt like acid. “Now where were we at?” he asked smiling viciously at my futile attempt to free myself from him.

“Don’t you funcking touch her!” Harry growled, pushing me behind him, forcefully but gently at the same time, only he could do that. “Listen, popstar. I have nothing to do with you. My only problem is her,” he said pointing to me. “And her problem is you,” Harry said calmly and coldly. “Her problems are mine,” he finished giving Scott a bloody nose.

“Then I don’t have a problem finishing you off with her,” Scott replied laughing maliciously. He’s crazy, I thought. HE’S FUCKING CRAZY!! I fumbled for my phone, and dialled the first number on speed dial.

“Lexi, did you get the paper towels, blue ones and--”

“Sc-Scott. He-He’s...Harry,” I whimpered. Not being able to form a sentence.

“What Lexi? Sweetie are you there? Where are you?”

“Alley...b-behind the flat!” I yelled, with frustration and anger in my voice.

“Calm down we’ll be right there,” Perrie said yelling something loudly. There was shuffling. And a slam of door. “Stay on the line, Lex,” It was Zayn, “we’ll be there, okay?” even though he was trying to calm me down, fear was evident in his voice. A groan pulled me out of the conversation. Harry was lying on the pavement, with a broken nose and bloody face. “HARRY!” I cried out in agony, his wounds hurt me more than they hurt him.

I cradled his face in my arms. “Baby, does it hurt?” I whispered brushing his soft hair away. “ANGEL!” he yelled and before I knew he rolled on top of me, and let out a piercing cry. I could make out the faint voice of Louis, saying something.

“Remember sweetheart, all I want is you. Look at all the mess you made,” he pointed to Harry who’s white shirt was stained with blood, “the first day you should have left with me. Nothing would have happened. But you’re too selfish,” He shook his head as if in disapproval, “Look what you did to him. Come back to me, Lexi. Otherwise the little life inside him,” my eyes were stinging with tears as I looked at Harry’s fluttering eyelids, “I’ll take that too, soon enough. That stab was meant for you, but he took it. Now when I look at it, it’s better this way. I’ve hurt you more by hurting him, then I could ever hurt you by actually hurting you.” (A/N; Did you guys get the meaning here?)

Louis’s voice was clearer now. He gave me one last look, “That stab was meant for you,” he said one last time before walking away.

“Angel,” Harry’s voice was groggy. I forced myself out of my thoughts. Kissing his bruised lips softly. “Baby, stay with me, please,” I whimpered. Harry’s hand weakly reached out to wipe away my tears. “Don’t cry. Tears weren’t made for you, sweetheart,” he croaked. “Why did you do that?” I cried, “It was meant to be for me.”

“I'll be there for you through it all, Even if saving you sends me to Heaven,” he said quoting the lines of one of the songs he sang to me. I choked back a sob.

“Lexi!HARRY!!” My vision was too blurry to see who it was, Zayn, maybe Louis?

The car ride was a blur to me, all I knew was the boy I loved was dying in my arms.
“Hold on baby, for me,” I whispered.

Harry’s P.O.V.

“Hold on baby, for me,” I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was the voice of my angel. And so I held on, I clung to my life, for as long as I could. Just because she told me to.

Notes

*sniff* *sniff*. A little emotional. I cried while writing this chapter. My poor Hazza.

Who wants to kill Scott?

But guys, y'all aren't motivating me to write at all. I just did this chapter because of Jenny_Tomlinson, Carissa and directioner4everandalways. SInce, they only seemed to be the ones to want me to update. But I really am not doing another chapter, until I get at least 160 votes., and a couple more motivating comments. Just so you know. The sequel is ready, I just need to put the first chapter on the site. The last chapter for 'They Don't Know About Us' is ready too, which is Chapter 50. So the quicker you get my votes up the faster you get the chapters.

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