《The Boxer {h.s.}》Chapter Twenty-One
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"I'm not your fucking princess" I grumble trying to remove myself from this creepy guys grip.
"Oh come on, Baby" He slurs into my ear. I feel his boner pressed into my rear end and I'm getting sick. Can he just not.
"Fuck off" I huff.
"Stop being a bitch. Be a good girl and dance for daddy." I grit my teeth. Okay this is enough. Nobody is going to talk to me like that. I might be a women but I can sure as hell defend myself. I pull my elbow back as far as I can and send into his rib cage. He stumbles back.
"You bitch!" He yells. Nobody seems to notice a creep asshole pushing me around. Okay thanks guys. I use his drunk state to my advantage and push him into the bar making his back slam against the bar.
"Don't you ever think you can push me around again you prick!" I spit and push through the crowd trying to get back to Harry. Eric can find his own damn way. My eyes scrunch up when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist.
Harry's POV
"Where's Ava?" I ask Niall, furrowing my eyebrows.
"She just got up." Niall shrugs taking another drink of his alcohol. I roll my eyes huffing as I stand. God dammit Ava. My eyes scan the crowd for her beautiful self. When I finally land on her my heart quickens. Another man is forcing himself on her. She stares straight into his eyes not backing down. His hand moves to her bum making my blood boil. She's mine. There are loads of people around them. Why the fuck is nobody even trying to stop him?
Before I know it I have tackled the guy and my fist are pounding into his jaw. I faintly hear Ava yell before my vision blurs from anger.
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Ava's POV.
My worst nightmare comes true as I see Harry beat him to a bloody pulp. Don't get me wrong this guy is a fucking scumbag, but I don't like witnessing such violence especially by someone like Harry.
"Harry stop!" I yell. He ignores me and continues his beatings. A few security guards come over yanking Harry of him dragging him away. I cover my face with my hands letting out a frustrated groan before pushing through the crowd following them. God dammit Harry.
"Go home styles." A dark skinned bouncer says to Harry.
"There is a molestor in your fucking bar!" Harry yells back trying to push his way back in. I grit my teeth and stomp over to him.
"Ava-" I cut him off pulling him by his ear towards his parked car.
"Ow ow ow fuck! Let me go!" Harry whines in pain.
"Are you that fucking stupid!!" I yell pushing him against the car.
"You could of went to jail or got yourself hurt!" My anger boils inside of me. My eyes travel to his hands. I wonder if that his blood or Harry's?
"That was not okay! At all!" I yell again. I hate scolding him like a small child but Jesus.
"That guy was being a dick to you! Who knows what he would of done! It's my job to fucking protect you!" Harry fires back.
"Get in the car. I'm not fighting with you like this public." I glare at him just daring him to fucking test me right now.
As soon as we get the car I back hand his chest.
"What the fuck was that for!?" Harry says rubbing his chest.
"For being a fucking idiot! You scared me! I don't want to see you get hurt okay!" I huff.
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"I was only protecting you! You think I want to see you get hurt." Harry starts the car speeding off.
"I can protect myself." I mumble laying my head back.
"I know you can. I just- I don't like guys like that. They just think they can do whatever the fuck they want to women. It's not right." Harry sighs.
"It's not right, but Harry you beating the shit out of him isnt okay. There are laws and you can get in trouble. You have to think." My energy is completely drained. I feel like I could fall asleep right here.
"I can't think when it comes to you." Harry mumbles putting his hand on mine. The blood on his hand is drying now and I squeeze my eyes shut trying to ignore it and focus on his warm touch.
"You are a turd." I mumble shaking my head.
"And you are urine." Harry retorts pulling into his apartment parking lot. I cover my mouth hiding my smile and laugh.
"Is that a smile I see" Harry chuckles poking my side.
"Stop making me laugh! I'm supposed to be mad at you fucker!" I laugh hitting him playfully in the chest.
Harry jumps out the car going to my side opening the door. He closes the door behind me pushing me lightly against it.
"At least I know I have someone that will keep my ass in check." Harry's forehead rest against mine. His breathe smells like mint his cologne is intoxicating my senses.
"Yes your ass will be in check. Also, Thank you Harry. For being there to help me, but next time a lot less violence please." He nods pressing his lips to mine.
"I'm sorry baby" He pulls me in for a warm, very much needed, hug.
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