Chapter 111

                                    

                                          
We have angry Harry back in the game!
                          
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Harry's POV:
                          
"Man, fuck off." I growled as I pushed his muscular body, making his back collide with the wall.
                          
He glared at me, his brown eyes showing anger. He fisted his palms, his jaw set. This guy really pissed me off, he isn't going to leave from here without a black eye.
                          
He kept saying things about Rebecca. How hot she looked when she kissed me, how nice her ass looked, how great lips she has. It angered me and now that we were at the hotel's hallway, he took the chance to annoy me one more time. 
                          
I lost my temper.
                          
"Don't you date touch me again." he hissed, taking a step closer to me.
                          
I kept my expression blank as I glared at him. He was as tall as me, a few inches smaller though, he was muscular too, but his punched wouldn't hurt me.
                          
"Don't tell me what to do." I shot, my voice low.
                          
"Who the hell you think you are?!" he yelled, his hands shoving my chest.
                          
I didn't even move an inch.
                          
A hint of confusion flashed behind his eyes and I smirked. He wasn't expecting me to be that strong, was he?
                          
Without a warning, my fist rose and connected with his jaw incredibly fast, making him fall down on the carpet. I looked down at him, feeling glad his nose was bleeding. Small jolts of pain were sent through my fists but I ignored them.
                          
He wiped his nose with the back of his hand before pulling his head back to glare up at me. I kept smirking victoriously, my arms crossed over my chest.
                          
"You know what? That little bitch is nothing but a fucking slut-," he didn't have the time to continue, however, as my boot connected with his stomach.
                          
He groaned in pain and placed his hand on his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut. Anger got stronger and I needed to do something more than hurt him. The need of killing that loser tried to influence me, but I pushed the thought away.
                          
"Don't you ever dare to say something about my girl again, got it?" I hissed. "And don't you ever try to challenge me again. Otherwise, I'm gonna cut your dick and shove it up your ass, then kill you right there. And I'm not kidding." I said seriously, meaning every word I said.
                          
I turned on my heel and made my way back to my room. I'm sharing the room with Niall and Dan and I have to say it was a good choice. I used my card and unlocked the door before pushing it with my shoulder open. I stepped in and slammed the door behind me, the anger still fresh running in my vains.
                          
Niall was lying on the bed, phone in hands, eyes glued on the screen. Dan was typing something on his lap top on his bed, both of them too focused on something to notice my appearance or the loud slam of the door.
                          
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before colapsing myself on the bed on my stomach. I then realized that I feel weird because I don't have something with me.
                          
Rebecca.
                          
I miss her.
                          
God, it sounds cheessy and all that, but it's the fucking truth. I've been away from her for like 4 hours, but I still can't take her out of my mind. I wish she was here, lying on the bed and waiting for me, instead of being all alone in the house.