14.

~ H a r r y ~

I stormed inside the club I knew Louis would be inside of. I was feeling beyond angry; not only with him, but with myself too. I still couldn't get Amelia's scared figure when she saw me and her beautiful angelic face full of tears out of my mind. Why the fuck was I feeling this way? 

I stood there, looking around the place, trying to find Louis. Instead, I spotted Zayn. He was dancing on the dance floor with some girl. He didn't notice me approaching him, so I tapped him on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. He turned around and when he saw me, a smile spread on his face.

"Hey mate. How are you?" he said, grabbing me from my arm and walking over to the bar. We sat there; he ordered a drink, then looked at me.

"No, I don't want anything." I said, shaking my head. After what happened yesterday, I was better not drinking again for a while.

"Still mad at Louis?" he asked, laughing slightly.

"More than you think." I said, trying to keep calm and not start yelling about Louis in front of him. He nodded his head and took a sip from his drink.

"Look, bro. I don't know what has happened between you two these last three years, but you should try to fix things." he said. If he only knew what had happened, he wouldn't be saying that.

"Zayn, it's complicated."

"You are looking for him, aren't you?" he asked me.

"Yeah... Actually, that's the reason I came here." I said, he sighed and pointed with his finger behind me. 

I turned around and saw Louis standing in the corner with some other guys, talking. I quickly stood up without saying another word to Zayn. I started boiling with anger just by looking at Louis. He was so evil. 

I walked towards him and stood behind him. When he noticed my presence near him, he turned around and his eyes widened before his shocked expression was replaced by his smirk.

"Oh Harry, what a pleasure to see you here." he said, sounding rather amused, which pissed me off.

"Cut the crap, Louis." I said and he raised his eyebrows, looking surprised of the tone of my voice.

"How is Amelia? Did you tell her that I said hi?"

That was it. I couldn't hold it anymore. I punched him right in the eye, causing him to stumble backwards while putting his hand on his eye.

"You filthy bastard." I yelled at him, taking some more steps towards him. 

He stood up straight ready to confront me as all the others around us had now stopped and were looking at us. But, to be honest, I didn't give a shit about them.

"What happened Harry? Is Amelia mad at you about something?" He was testing me. 

I grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and pushed him against the wall like I did the last time, but there was no one here to save him now. He was scared, I could feel it, but he was desperately trying to hide it.

"Why are you acting like this? What is wrong with you?" I said, applying more pressure and he grabbed my wrists with his hands. 

I punched him again, this time in his stomach. He fell on the floor coughing and I looked at him with anger in my eyes. After a while, he collected his strength and stood up, looking at me with his blue eyes filled with poison.

"You know damn well why I am acting like this, Harry." he yelled. 

I was about to hit him again, but this time he was faster, punching me in the face with his fist and causing blood to fall from my nose. I wiped away the blood and threw myself onto him, pining him to the floor. I punched him with all the strength that I had and he did the same. I could hear voices telling us to stop, but the only image in front of me was the image of Amelia and that made me even more angry. I couldn't stop. 

We reached the point where Louis was lying beneath me completely bitten up and helpless with blood and bruises all over his face; I had all the power. I held my fist above his face ready to hit him again, but I stopped.

"Do it!" Louis said. 

That's when I realised what he wanted. He wanted me to look like the bad guy and he would be the innocent one; that was his plan.

"Do it, you coward!" he urged me again, but I didn't do it.

"I won't give you the pleasure, Louis." I said and stood up. 

Just then, Zayn came running to my side and his mouth fell agape once he saw at what state both of us were in. He rushed to Louis' side and helped him get up. Everyone around us walked away when they saw that the show was now over. Jack made his way through the crowd and stood in front of us, looking really disappointed.

"What the hell was that?" he asked us, but no one said anything. I preferred to stare at the floor. "You know I don't tolerate this kind of behaviour in my club, so I'll have to ask you to leave. Now! " He yelled the last part and pointed at the exit door.

"Oh, come on now, J." Zayn said, trying to convince him, but Jack closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Don't make me call the security." Jack said with a stern face. That time, we obeyed and walked outside the club. 

I was still angry. The fight with Louis hadn't relaxed me at all.

"What is your problem?" Louis asked, once we were outside. I turned to him, narrowing my eyes.

"What is my problem?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why do you care so much about that bitch?" he said. As soon as those words left his mouth, I grabbed him by his neck.

"Hey... Hey, stop." Zayn said, trying to pull me away.

"Don't talk about her like that!" I said and finally let go of him. Zayn got in-between us and placed his hands on our chests, separating us.

"Do you care, Harry?" Louis asked with disbelief evident in his voice, shaking his head. Zayn was standing there, confused and trying to understand what we were talking about. I didn't answer Louis' question.

"Do you like her Harry?" Louis asked again. I parted my lips to say something, but nothing left my lips. Did I like her? I was even confused with myself. How can I answer that?

"Oh, I can't believe it. The bad, cold hearted criminal, Harry Styles actually likes someone. Who could believe that? And this time, it isn't just for the sex, like with his best  friend's girlfriend." Louis said.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Zayn questioned, joining our conversation and I looked at him, pleading him with my eyes not to ask.

"Tell him... Go on, do it. It's time for everyone to know your little secret." Louis said, sounding amused.

"What is he talking about Harry?" Zayn asked me. I couldn't tell him about Amelia. I knew that Zayn was not like Louis and could be trusted, but it was better to keep things, like this, to myself.

"Nothing." I simply replied.

"Are you sure?" Louis asked with a grin on his now bruised face. I shook my head.

"I have nothing to say." I said and turned around, walking away but as I did I heard Louis' voice behind me.

"Let's see what you are going to say to Leonard when I tell him." I heard him say, but didn't pay much attention. I started walking down the streets since I didn't get my car this time and looked at my phone. It was 2 AM. 

As I was walking, I heard voices and weird sounds, so I hid in a dark alley in an attempt not to make my presence noticeable.

"Nothing, Sir. I didn't find anything. It seems like she completely disappeared from this world." one said to the other.

"Alright. That was enough searching for today. It's really late and we should go. I'm afraid that we might never find her and I feel really bad. Did you see her mother's pained expression this morning?" the other said. What?

"Yeah I know. I can imagine how they might feel. It's hard to have your daughter disappear like that." the first one replied. They walked away and after a while, the sirens of the police car were heard. It was the police and they were talking about Amelia. 

I looked at my hands, debating with myself if I should I let her go. 

No! Are you crazy? my inner voice said.

If I let her go, then she would talk to the police before I managed to leave town. I punched the wall with the same hand that I did earlier in my house and this time, I really felt the pain. Why did I have to be like this? I was so fucked up.

I started walking again until I finally reached my house. I got inside, throwing the keys on the table and kicking my shoes off. I washed my face, which was bloody and had purple bruises in some parts and then made my way towards Amelia's room. Why did I always have to do that? Couldn't I just go to sleep without looking at her? 

You're an idiot, Harry.

I opened the door and approached her bed. She was there sleeping with dry tears on her pink cheeks. I suddenly felt angry and sad again. I was the one who cause all that. I made her cry all these days without caring, but now I do. I destroyed this beautiful girl. I broke her, just like I did to everyone. That was what my demons did. I was no good and I knew that, maybe Louis and Amelia were right after all; I was a monster. 

I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand lightly. I bent down ready to kiss her, but I stopped myself in time. What I was going to do would be stupid. I stood back up.

You like her. Don't deny it, Harry, my inner voice said. 

I liked her. I just hoped this wouldn't turn out as bad as I thought it would.

"Goodnight, beautiful." I whispered in her ear and left the room.