Immaculate chance - Harry Styles Romance

"What's your name?" I asked gesturing him to lean against me for support. "Harry," He looked up at me and smiled, Harry. I smiled, honestly I don't fear Harry, but however I do fear why those men attacked him. As much as I wanted to ask, I didn't. He was very drunk, slurring his words when trying to talk to Oliver and sometimes lashing out when he would forget where he was. Harry seemed scared of himself. Oliver sat him on the curb and walked a few metres away, over to me. He sat down rubbing his eyes, it was around 4am now, "I called two cabs, go home, get some sleep, I'll be back as soon as he's all snug." Oliver smiled, obviously extremely tired. I nodded. "Thank you." I pinched Oliver's cheeks and he got up to go be with Harry. - Oliver shut the door behind me as I got into the taxi, "Please wake me up when you get home so I know you're okay." I screamed through the glass, he nodded and the taxi departed. "Shouldn't be hanging with boys like him darlin," The old man driving the taxi shook his head. "Oliver's a good guy, known him for yea-" "No, Harry." He firmly stated meeting my eyes in the revision mirror. "You know Harry?" I asked "Everyone knows Harry and everyone in their right mind knows to stay away from Harry Styles." Harry Styles. "He's trouble, the bad kind" he huffed.