Party

George's POV.

"Who did this to you?" I looked away.

But he gently held my chin and examined my face. It took a while, and I was too tired to push him away.

When he let go of my chin, he punched the wall. "Where the fuck is Harry? He let you get hurt? No, wait, should I be asking who hurt you?" His breathing was so fast. "Let me face him. How could he have a good time with the CEOs when his girlfriend had a bruise---"

"Don't blame him. It was my fault. Stay out of my problems, you do not belong to my zone anymore." I glared at him.

As I was about to leave him there, my feet suddenly stopped. It feels so frozen. I can't walk straight out of here.

I couldn't leave him alone.

I looked up at the stars, to prevent my tears from flowing down.

The weak knees feel so jelly.

Ahh, no weakness should be shown in front of this nut.

I should leave.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?"

I didn't answer. I left him there— full of questions, wondering what could be the answer to what might b