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Harry's POV
My hands darted up to push Taylor away by her shoulders. She seemed a little surprised by my forceful actions. Anger washed through my body as a seductive smirk spread across her features. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, gliding over her lips. She hummed in satisfaction. I tightly gripped her left wrist before she could touch over my chest again.
That's when I saw him. Louis. He was stood a short distance away. Tears threatened to brim over his watery eyes as he stood staring at us. A look of despair over his face as his lips parted. His fingers urgently brushed away the moisture rolling down his cheeks as he refused to meet my gaze. Louis' head turned to the right. I knew exactly what he was going to do. Run.
I watched as he hastily weaved through the people in the room. He quickly disappeared, his small height enabling him to hide amongst the groups. I was about to chase after him when long nails dug into my bicep. Taylor looked up at me expectantly, my irritation growing stronger. I wiped her lip gloss from my mouth with the back of my hand in disgust.
Her eyes widened in fear as I shoved her back into the wall.
"Don't come near Louis or I again. You hear me?" I spat.
I knew she was scared. But at that moment in time I couldn't care less. Taylor had seen me at my most hostile; I had a feeling my violent behaviour was a turn on for her. But neither she nor any other girl had ever been my target. I refused to take my anger out on a woman. I would never be like my dad. Trembling breath forced from her mouth as she shook in my hold. I released her wrists. My body turning away from her and heading for the exit.
I hastily yanked the door open, my eyes scanning the darkened street for any sign of the fleeing guy. Seconds later I spotted him. Hair ruffling away as his feet carried him at a quick walking pace along the path. He passed people giving him sympathetic looks.
"Louis!"
He didn't stop. His speed increasing at the sound of my voice as he tried to escape. I needed to talk to him. My legs pumped as I jogged after him. I didn't care if we were causing a scene. The only person I was worried about was Louis.
"Boo bear, wait."
" Don't you dare call me that. Leave me alone, Harry!" He shouted back.
Louis's pace increased considerably as he sprinted down the pavement. I cursed, continuing to chase after him. The wild thumping of my heart beat against my chest as he disregarded the cars, running straight across the road. Beeping horns echoed through the night air, but Louis took no notice. It hurt that he was so desperate to escape me.
"Louis, stop!"
I continued to follow him. It surprised me at the quick pace he maintained. Even with our noticeable height difference and my longer legs, he still managed to keep me running trying to catch up with him. Louis led us through gates to a park. The surroundings were dimly lit along a path by a large pond. It put me on edge slightly, the eerie nature of the environment. The darkness between the trees not a comforting sight. There was no way I was going to let him run off on his own, not here. I noticed his smaller body start to tire slightly; quickly I took the opportunity to reach out to him.
Louis' POV
The burst of adrenaline I felt was beginning to fade. My mind became increasingly aware of the tiring muscles in my legs. I started to panic a little when I realised how close Harry was. His heavy breathing could now be heard, the sound combining with the sharp gasps of air emitting from my mouth.
"Are you bloody crazy, you could have gotten killed?! Don't run off like that again." Harry shouted behind me.
I winced as long fingers tightly wrapped round my left wrist. My body was yanked round to face Harry. His bold actions surprised me. The burning image of him and Taylor together pushed to the front of my mind. I ground my teeth as my right hand flew up connecting with his cheek. The force turned his head.
