96

Harry Styles

"You fucking dick!" I bash open the door and storm into the office where the boys an I always meet to discuss ongoing plans. I walk right up to Louis and shove him harshly against the wall.

"Styles!" Liam shouts as Louis bashes against the drywall in shock.

I clench his shirt collar in my tight fist as I slam my other one across his jaw. He takes the hit and immediately plows his hands against my chest, shoving me back so I hit the table. He swings and smashes his fist against my nose as my back stays pressed against the table. After the hit I take my fist and plummet it against his cheekbone, using my other hand to push him back. He stumbles back a bit so I grab his collar and flip around to throw him against the table- goon in for any other hit.

"Enough guys!" Niall shouts while coming up behind me and pulling me away from Louis while Liam steps in front of Louis to also push me away.

"What the fuck is your issue!" Louis shouts while blood runs from his lip- anger flooding his eyes. He tries to charge back at me but Liam holds him back.

"You had to try and make her feel so fucking uncomfortable!" I scream, my blood boiling.

"Who!" He shouts back, still confused and angry while wiping the blood off his busted lip.

"Amelia! You had to do whatever it takes to draw all the attention on her when you know she hates it!" I shout, Niall still holding my arms from behind me.

"You mean last night with the hooking up remarks? I would have pointed things like that out on anyone!" He shakes his head at me like I'm crazy.

"But you know she's different Louis! She isn't just another whore in this place you can make fun of." I argue.

"Styles you're overrating here." Liam says.

"Yeah it's not my fault you let her suck you off some where and didn't hide it well." Louis spits in anger, glaring at me.

"Fuck you! I hid it just fine but you had to fucking over analyze everything." I say in defence.

"You were sweating like a fucking dog and I know what lips look like after they've sucked a dick. Damn mate if you wanted to hide it so bad you could have at least not given her a hickey on her tit where everyone can see." Louis mutters.

"It's pig idiot!" I shout. Ignoring everything else he's saying.

"What?"

"It's sweating like a pig. Dogs don't fucking sweat." I argue on behalf of his stupidity.

"I'm pretty sure it's dog." Liam steps in and calmly questions.

"No it's definitely pig." Niall says from behind me- keeping his hands gripped on my arms.

"A dog has fur! They don't have sweat glands except for in the pads of their feet." I explain back with the knowledge I randomly have about dogs.

Liam stands there questionably, looking like he's thinking hard.

"Oh shit you're right." He shortly agrees while nodding.

"What the fuck is happening here!" Louis says with a pissed and annoyed look on his face. Looking at all of us bantering about this stupid topic.

I shut my eyes and quickly shake my head, trying to get back on topic on what we were arguing about.

"Can you just fucking stop making her uncomfortable." I say in a more calm tone, letting my anger simmer a bit.

"Why is it such a big deal? You know he's just joking around." Liam defends.

"Because.. fuck just stop okay." I can't find the words to explain anymore.

"Jesus man look at you! You're fucking coming in here and throwing punches at me because of some snide remarks I was making at the club? What's your problem!" Louis says.

"Yeah dude you need to tone it down a bit." Niall says while still holding my arms from behind me- making sure I don't charge at Louis again.

Louis keeps dabbing his really bloody lip with his hand and I already see the inflamed skin darkening under his eyes.

"I just don't want for you to put her on the spot like that." I run my bruising hands back through my hair.

"Okay fuck I'll stop, damn you could've just asked." Louis says in a pissed tone while leaning off the table I threw him against.

"You're so overprotective about this girl mate." Liam says reluctantly.

"No I'm not." I object, snapping my arms out of Niall's grip because I've controlled myself at this point.

"Okay so you're telling me that she wanted you to come down here and beat my ass for pointing out a hickey on her chest?" Louis rolls his eyes.

"Well..no but-"

"Exactly. So stop being a fucking dick and just relax. If she can't handle these remarks then don't bring her along next time." Louis fires.

It's not that she can't handle it, it's the fact that I know it makes her uncomfortable, even if she doesn't admit it. I don't want her to be uncomfortable. She's still so new to these things and I don't want her to feel like everything intimate we do is broadcasted for the guys to harass her about.

"And besides," Louis begins while standing up straight, walking up closer to me with his busted face. "Don't think I won't tell her about your little secret..because I doubt you've told her yourself." He threatens.

"Fuck off and stay out of it." I shake my head but stare at him in seriousness. He wouldn't dare to tell her shit.

"You might be having all your fun now playing house with this chick, but do you think she will be able to stand you after she finds out the truth. Does she even know the real reason she's here? Or is she still believing that assistant bullshit?" Louis questions with a twisted smirk on his face.

"It's none of your fucking business Louis."

He shakes his head and quietly chuckles under his breath.

"Didn't think so." He murmurs.

"I think you both need to relax and understand that you're mates not fucking enemies." Niall tries to referee as Louis stands directly in front of me, trying to threaten me with the only way anyone can...

With using her.

"I know what I'm doing Louis." I ignore Niall's act of peace.

"Do you really? Because you seem to be growing this devotion to each other really quickly- it's a shame that it's all built on a bundle of lies." He keeps antagonizing me, trying to get me mad again.

"Louis just quit while you're ahead mate, this isn't helping anything." Liam says while shoving him back away from me.

"Just fucking stop with the comments about her okay." I mutter before turning around and storming out of the room, leaving before I get more angry and lose my temper more then I already have.