“I’d suggest watching your words carefully, mate,” I say as I glare at the man who has been shooting obscene comments at you for a couple minutes now, my hand moving you behind me.

You flew out to visit me on my tour stop in Melbourne, so I brought you out to one of the clubs with me and the guys after our show. We’ve been here for about 45 minutes and have had a good time so far, until this absolute shitbag ruined it…and I’ve about reached my limit.

“Harry, mate, don’t-” Niall starts, but I nudge past him and step closer to the guy who has a wide smirk on his stupid face. “Gonna apologize to my girl or no?” I cock a brow. “Sure…I’m terribly sorry for complimenting your girlfriends great ass,” he laughs, then looks over my shoulder at you. “Hey, bathroom in 10 minutes, princess. I’ll show you a better time than curls over here,” he adds with a wink.

All of my boiled up rage spills over and I see red, not even hesitating before I’m grabbing his collar and throwing fists.