I grabbed Harry’s hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly, hoping he would trust me.  He shot me a determined look, seeming to agree with my silent decision.  Together, we strolled towards his car, trying our best to look indifferent about the complete waste of human anatomy waiting there.  Colt smirked as we approached.  It was different from the smirk Harry often directed at me; it was cold, threatening, malicious, so different from the playful, sexy smirks I received from Harry. 

Harry pulled his keys out of his bag in an optimistic attempt to try and get in the car without any further interaction with Colt.  I hovered next to Harry as we approached within feet of Colt, eyeing him bravely.  If I had my way, I would start a fight with him right now, but I was trying to respect my promise to Harry, repeating it over and over in my head as the desire to kick Colt in the groin grew stronger each and every second.  Unlocking his car, Harry barely had the door open a foot before Colt slammed his fist into the metal, smashing the door shut again against the frame with a loud thud. 

“Where do you think you’re going, fag?” he snarled, smirk growing angrier at Harry’s attempt to ignore him.

“Home,” he said calmly.  My heart started to pound angrily at Colt’s tone.

“I don’t think so,” Colt threatened, taking a menacing step towards Harry, crowding an awful lot of bodies in the small space we occupied. 

“What do you want, Colt?” Harry asked.  I was surprised how steady his voice was when surely all he could think about was the last time he had been faced with Colt, his friends, and their furiously flying fists. 

“I want you to stay away from her,” he said, throwing his head in my direction without removing his glare from Harry.

“Sorry, mate, can’t do that.” So deadly calm.  How was he doing that?  I had yet to say anything as I fumed next to Harry.  How dare Colt try to lay some claim over me?  I wanted nothing to do with him ever again, what made him think he had the right to so much as look at me anymore?

“Oh, I think you can,” growled Colt, stepping even closer to Harry.  “She doesn’t need some tiny little fuck like you, so why don’t you do everyone a favor and get the fuck out of here.”

“That’s for her to decide, isn’t it?” Harry questioned.  Neither one of them had torn their eyes away from each other throughout the entire exchange.  I had never seen Harry so brave.

“No, it’s not.  She clearly doesn’t know what she’s doing if she’s wasting her time with you.  You pathetic little loser, she doesn’t want you, she’s just too dumb to see it.”

That was it.  I snapped.  With a ferocious growl I didn’t think was humanly possible escaping my lips, I launched myself at Colt, attacking every part of him I could reach.  My fingers clawed at his skin, tearing through in streaks across his face, his arms, his neck while my knee jerked up to connect to his groin, causing him to double over.  My fists flew through the air, connecting solidly with the side of his head, his jaw, even his stomach a few times.  I screamed filthy things at him, things I had never so much as thought but rolled off my tongue so smoothly it was as if I had rehearsed it every day of my life. 

“You cowardly son of a bitch, you stay the fuck away from us or I swear to god I will fucking kill you!  You are the most despicable piece of shit I’ve ever seen and you can go rot in hell for all I care, now for the last time, do not fucking come near either of us ever again!”  I was screaming manically as I continued to scratch, claw, and punch at every piece of him I could reach.  “I’ll kill you!”

My arms were suddenly wrestled to my sides as I struggled against the restraint, trying to free myself to continue to inflict as much damage to the pile of shit in front of me.  Colt looked shocked, his jaw slack and eyes wide as he stared at me before swiping his hand across his face.  Blood was clearly smeared there when he pulled back to examine it.  Good. 

His face had numerous gashes in it, surely caused by my fingernails tearing at the flesh there, and a bruise was already starting to form beneath his left eye socket.  He was breathing heavily, still slightly hunched over from my attack on his groin.

I kicked my legs furiously, still trying to break free and continue my assault.  Strong arms were wrapped round my torso, pinning my arms down in front of me as I thrashed wildly and continued to spew hateful comments directed at Colt.  Familiar lips I recognized as Harry’s were pressed to my ear as he tried to calm me down, repeating my name over and over, trying to bring me back to him.  I continued to struggle. 

“You fucking bitch,” Colt spit, recovering from his shock to glare at me.  “You fucking cunt!”

Just as suddenly as I had been restrained, I was freed.  The shock of being let go caused me to still, which allowed me to see Harry swoop out from behind me so fast I almost missed it.  His fist swung through the air before connecting so solidly with Colt’s jaw that he jerked backward and fell to the cement, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he was momentarily knocked unconscious.  He lay sprawled on the ground for a second before moaning and squeezing his eyes shut, groaning like a little boy. 

“Don’t you ever call her that again,” Harry said, voice seething with anger and rage, a tone I had never heard anything close to.  He glared down at Colt, who was still unable to even open his eyes or do more than moan.  My jaw was practically on the floor in shock as I took in the scene that had just unfolded in front of me.  Harry had punched Colt.  Harry had punched Colt.  

Not only punched him, knocked him out like a little bitch.  Colt’s “friends” had done nothing throughout the entire exchange, and were now standing stupidly behind Colt, backing away slowly as if trying to disappear from this event entirely.  I felt the thrill of victory rising inside me.

I turned my gaze to Harry, seeing that he was breathing heavily as he glared down at Colt.  His gaze slowly drifted up to me before crossing the small space between us and grabbing my hand, trying to pull me back toward his car we had somehow moved away from to go home.  He walked in front of me, tugging on my hand, not saying a word.  Oh no, he wasn’t getting away with that.  Not after what he had just done for me. 

I didn’t care that we were in the middle of the parking lot.  Seeing him punch Colt had been so incredibly hot that I couldn’t help myself.  Roughly, I yanked on his hand, spinning him back around to face me before I slammed into him, pulling his face down to mine and crashing my lips into his.  He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to his chest. 

My tongue hungrily parted his lips, pushing into his mouth to run against his as his breathing hitched in his throat.  My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots as I tried to pull him even closer to me.  He bit my lower lip softly, tugging back on it before releasing it and pulling away an inch or so.

“I love you,” he said, voice shaky and breathless from all that had just happened. 

“God, I love you, too,” I returned, trying to reign in my ragged breathing.  “I can’t believe you just punched him.” I couldn’t help the hint of surprise that had crept into my voice.  Never in a million years would I have guessed that Harry would hit someone.  He grinned at me.

“I see what you mean about your wrist hurting now,” he said, acknowledging the pain I had expressed after I had punched Colt.  “We’ve both punched him, now.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I said, grinning happily up at him. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Of course, babe,” he said, pecking me quickly on the lips before releasing his tight hold on me.  “I couldn’t just let him say that shit about you…”

“My hero,” I said, still unable to reign in the stupid smile plastered on my face, reflected by his own. 

“M’lady,” he teased, tugging on my hand once more, directing me toward his car.  Releasing my hand, he climbed into the driver’s seat while I threw myself in the passenger’s.  On the drive home, his fingers automatically tangled with mine, thumb stroking back and forth softly on skin on the back of my hand. 

I sighed happily as I listened to him sing along softly with the radio, his beautiful voice outshining the one coming out of the speakers by a long shot.  I could listen to him sing forever and be happy.

When he pulled into my driveway, I started gathering my things before noticing he was sitting still in the seat next to me.

“Aren’t you going to come inside?” I asked, observing that his car was still running and he had made no moves to get out.

“No, I’ve got to go do something,” he said mysteriously.

“You’ve got to ‘do something’?” I repeated, surprised by this announcement.

“Yeah, but can I see you later?  I want to show you my what I was going to before the whole… Colt thing happened,” he said, blushing at the memory.  I felt a sharp pang to my heart for him, upset that he was still embarrassed about what had happened.  My hand squeezed his in my lap. 

“Of course, I’d like that,” I said, smiling softly at him, curiosity building once more at the mention of his surprise.  He brought our clasped hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the skin on the back of mine. 

“Pick you up at 7?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Dress warm,” he advised, grinning at me.

“Okay, that’s all I get?” I asked and smiled, hoping to get him to divulge more information on the event.

“That’s all you get,” he replied, looking pleased with himself.  I huffed.

“Of course,” I chuckled before leaning across the console to kiss him.  His hand that wasn’t captured in mine came up to hook his index finger under my chin, gently holding my lips against his for a few seconds before letting me pull back. 

“Bye, Harry,” I said, smiling at him, separated by only an inch or two.

“Bye, love,” he returned, making my heart flutter once more.  I leaned forward to give him one last peck before sliding myself out of his car and bouncing up my driveway.  I was beyond excited to finally see what Harry had planned for me, and there was nothing that was going to interfere this time to prevent it from happening. 

As I reached my door, I turned to see Harry pulling out of my driveway, giving me a small wave and a smile as he did so.  Wiggling my fingers at him, I couldn’t help but giggle in excitement before letting myself into my house.

Thanks for reading!! This is unrelated, but I've been playing with the idea of writing another Harry story whenever this one is finished (not for a while).  It would be much more mature and centered around Harry as a college student and meeting someone where their relationship starts out strictly physical but changes and would have each chapter themed a specific song.  I'd want to write it similar to this one, though, where hopefully you can really feel what they're going through and realte to them.  Would you guys read it if I actually wrote it? x

*UPDATED NOTE* the above message ^^^ has actually been written now for those of you that don't know. It's called Resolution and you can find it on my page :)