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{Lucy}

It's the first time I've been so close to Harry. His hands are big and his grip is strong. His voice is melodious and I notice how many tattoos he has, now that I can inspect him more closely. He wears tight black pants and a shirt with an image of the Rolling Stones.

"Are you drinking water?" He asks incredulously, looking at me while I pour myself another glass next to him.

I try to control the trembling of my fingers. Come on Lucy, you can do it. Say something.

"Ahm, yes." I manage to say.

"That has to take a lot of willpower." He states before taking another sip from his can.

"Why?" I ask before I sneeze.

"Um, well, it’s alcohol. How can you say no to that?" He says with a smile on his face. I can see some dimples appearing on his face. I have never noticed that before.

I bite my lip and try to drink more water.

"What ... um, are you having fun? “ I ask, not knowing what to say.

I regret what I just said, it is the most stupid question I've asked in my life. Harry bites his lower lip, trying to hold back a laugh.

"It’s…um yeah, fine." He looks for something in his pocket and pulls out a little packet.

Oh, great. Cigarettes. I roll my eyes.

"Do you smoke?" He asks me, stretching out a cigarette. I shake my head. "You're such a goody two shoes; it’s boring me." He answers without expression.

"I don’t have a lighter, can you pass me that?" He asks pointing behind me.

I grab the lighter and hand it to him. He touches my hand, a little more than necessary, and then removes it.

I feel so nervous: What does all of this mean? Why is Harry Styles talking to me?

"What ... what is this?" I ask. I really don’t know how to ask this.

“What’s what?” Harry smiles.

“You t-talking to me?” I stutter.

"I can’t be nice to someone?" He replies sharply.

I try not to laugh. I'm not saying that he is unfriendly, but he never talks to people like me. He is always surrounded by his friends, from what I've seen.

"Um, I guess so." I sigh and hope he says something, anything.

The curly haired boy lights his cigarette and breathes in and out. The smoke comes in my direction and I move my hands to avoid the toxic fume while coughing.

"Why do you smoke? You know smoking is killing you, right?" I say, leaning against the refrigerator.

"You have to die someday." He answers me, rolling his eyes.

I'm not saying this is boring, but it is very uncomfortable. I feel very intimidated.

"Ashley was going to hit you?" He asks after exhaling smoke from his cigarette. I shrug.

"Apparently so, I don’t understand why... I don’t really know her."

Suddenly, Harry looks at me from head to toe, without hesitation. I feel my cheeks burning. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me like that, not even my mom when she complains about how horrible my clothes are…

I feel ashamed and I'm not even showing anything.

"Looking at you, I guess you're the nerd." He smirks.

"Looking at you, I guess you're the bad boy." I give him the same smile.

Harry gets up from the table and walks over to me.

"Well done, geek." He tells me, exhaling in my face.

The noxious scent of the smoke reaches my nose and I cough.

"Don’t do that, do you want to kill me too?" I complain.

Harry walks away from me and leans against the table.

"Maybe." He winks.

Harry Styles just winked at me. Am I dreaming?

I pinch my leg. Ouch! No, I'm not dreaming. I need to stop pinching myself; this is really happening.

"Harry, Harry!" We hear a male scream and someone opens the door.

It's clearly one of his friends. The boy is wearing blue pants and a striped shirt. His hair is messy and like Harry, his arms are full of tattoos.

"What happened, Louis?" Harry asks, crossing his arms like he’s annoyed.

"Ryan and Zayn are outside arguing! They’re both drunk. Let’s go see!” Louis smiles, excited.

Ryan ... Oh no. I think to myself as my heart starts to ache.

"Sure." Harry nods. He starts walking towards the door and stops. "Come on, geek."

What is his problem? When your friend is in a fight, shouldn’t you try to stop the fight?

I swallow hard and I nod. "Um,... you…you should stop the fight.” I say to him as we walk through the hall.

"If it gets ugly, yes." He answers me with no expression. I am about to say something when we see them right outside the house. There are people huddled a circle and in the middle of it are the main characters: Zayn and Ryan.

Harry walks through the crowd and people move out from his way. I don’t go with him; I don’t want to see Ryan hurt.

"Lucinda!" I heard Harry’s voice as the boy makes his way back to me.

My heart stops. Did he just say my name?

" Lucinda!" He repeats, a little bit angry when I don’t react.

I nod and walk clumsily towards him. People look at me and whisper while I follow Harry to the front row to watch the fight between Ryan and Zayn.

"I'm sure this won’t last long." Louis says next to Harry. "Zayn is really pissed off."

Harry smiles without looking at his friend.

"Hit him Zayn!" Louis yells. People around us hear him and begin to scream too.

I want to to cover my ears; this is way too loud.

"Come on!" Zayn shouts to Ryan, inviting him to fight back.

Ryan smiles maliciously and he walks over to a girl, takes her glass, and drinks all of the liquid inside of the cup in one gulp. He then throws the glass at Zayn. The tattooed boy manages to dodge it and the glass breaks on the cement.

I'm surprised by Ryan’s attitude. Since when does he get drunk and get into fights?

Grow up Lucy, Ryan stopped being your friend a long time ago.

"You piece of shit!" Zayn yells and runs towards Ryan.

Harry's friend hits Ryan in the stomach and Ryan lets out a scream full of agony as he falls down, clutching his sides in pain. Zayn takes a few steps back, stumbling.

"Why ... why are they fighting?" I asked Harry.

Harry looks down at me. "They've never liked each other. Ryan is a son of a bitch."

He has green emeralds for eyes; I've never seen his eyes so closely. They are bright and mysterious.

"Also, Ryan was messing around with one of Zayn’s sisters, so he deserves it." He says as he moves his eyes back to the fight.

I put my glasses back to their place and I watch the scene. Now Ryan hits Zayn right in the middle of his face. The tan boy moves his hand to his nose, which is bleeding heavily.

"A hundred bucks if Ryan ends up unconscious." Louis announces for everyone to hear, excited.

"You really want to keep losing money? This is the second bet you’ve placed tonight and we know you can't lose anymore money. “The curly haired boy says with a cold tone.

"We'll see ... I honestly don’t think I’m gonna lose this time." Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Louis looking at me.

The fight continues, and Zayn and Ryan both block and throw punches. I notice that Ryan's eye is swollen. How have they not stopped? The two just keep punching and dodging hits.

Zayn gives Ryan one final blow on the jaw and Ryan falls on the floor. His head touches the cement and the cracking sound scares me. Ryan remains on the floor, unmoving.

"Is he ... alive?" I wonder aloud, scared.

"We'll see." Harry approaches to Ryan’s body and kicks his body to one side.

Ryan lets out a weak whimper and opens his eyes, dazed. He looks at Harry, and then he moves his head in my direction.

"Lu ... Lucy?" He manages to say.

I see Zayn getting closer to Ryan and deliberately kicks him, hard, in the stomach. My brain reacts. I can’t take this anymore.

"PLEASE, STOP!” I scream desperately, getting closer to the boys.

All eyes, for the second time tonight, focus on me. Crap.

"Are you okay Ryan?" I asked, kneeling next to him.

"Lucy, what the fuck are you doing here?" He asks me, stunned.

How can he stay conscious? One of his eyes is swollen, and his jaw and stomach have been attacked by Zayn. I feel sorry for him. This isn’t the Ryan I know, or rather, knew.

"You ... you don’t belong here" He can barely speak. "... I'll take you home." He says, trying to get up.

"No fucking way.” Harry says through clenched teeth. I feel a strong hand grab my arm and lift me, violently, off the ground.

Zayn ignores my previous words and kicks Ryan again. Ryan screams once more and I can almost feel his pain.

"Get away from him!" We hear another male voice.

It’s Jimmy, one of Ryan's friends, and he’s not alone. Two other guys are with him. Oh, no. This fight has taken off in another direction, and  it doesn’t look good.

Harry smiles and releases me from his grip.

"Step away, nerd."  I just obey and turn back into the crowd. I forgot about the people that were watching the fight.

Zayn kicks Ryan once more, but this time, it hits Ryan in the face. I see red liquid seep from his mouth. Harry positions himself in front of Jimmy. Zayn joins, and so does Louis.

Jimmy is brave and takes the first move. He tries to hit Harry with a baseball bat, but the curly boy manages to dodge it and punches Jimmy in the face. Zayn and Louis start fighting the other two.

Jimmy tries to hit Harry with the bat again and this time he succeeds, hitting Harry square in the forehead. Harry takes a few steps back, stunned, with blood running down his forehead.

"I will kill you!” Harry shouts and jumps on Jimmy.

Harry takes the bat from Jimmy and hits him on the face. Jimmy quickly recovers and punches Harry again. He tries to take advantage of the situation while Harry is dazed, but quickly, he dodges and hits Jimmy. Harry bends over to take the bat from him and hits Jimmy on the back. Once Jimmy collapses onto the floor, Harry kicks him over and over again until he is knocked unconscious.

Zayn approaches to a boy who is in the front row and he gives him a bottle. “LET’S PARTY!” He screams and people raise their glasses screaming too.

The circle of people start to disperse and slowly everyone returns to the party atmosphere. How is that possible? They just witnessed a fight, three boys ended up bleeding on the ground and no one says something. What kind of people are they?

"... Ryan ..." I whisper when the boy is raised with the help of his friend.

"Don't you even bother, we're not friends." He says through clenched teeth.

Ouch, that hurt. I can't believe that now I despise him, when a few years ago we were best friends. Maybe ... he did deserve that beating.

"Let's go, geek." Harry says before grab my arm and dragging me back to the house.