*Harry’s POV*

“Harry, are you alright?” Destiny asked me, knocking me out of my deep thoughts.

“Of course, baby. How’s your wrist?” I ask.

“Harry, my wrist is fine. Don’t worry. You haven’t touched your food at all.” Destiny pointed out.

“Well, I’m waiting for you to feed me.” I smiled, making up an excuse.

“Alrighty then. Come here. I’ll feed you.” Destiny laughed, shaking her head. She clearly didn’t believe my made-up lie, but she went along with it anyway, as she fed me the Chinese rice.

After the fortune teller incident, we all realized how hungry we were, so we decided to go to the local Chinese restaurant, ordering our dinner.

Continuously, my mind went back to the tent and the Teller’s word. About our future, the ‘great danger’ and that curse that she put on Destiny. ‘What if I just risked Destiny’s life?’ I thought to myself, fearfully. I looked over at Destiny, as she laughed and talking happily with our friends, like nothing was ever going to hurt her. ‘And nothing will,’ I firmly thought. ‘Destiny is mine. I caused this, and I would protect with either way. Just have to be a little bit more careful.’ From the all the movies, I’ve seen about Fortune Teller’s and curses, it seemed to be all the littles things that hurt the most.

After we finished our dinner, we went back to the fair, as we planned to stay there until midnight.

“Weird, I still feel hungry.” Niall says, patting his stomach.

“You’re always hungry.” June laughed.

“True, though.” Niall agreed, proudly.

“How about ice cream?” Destiny suggested, eyeing the ice cream stand.

“Oohh. That’ll be perfect. You’re paying, right?” Niall questioned, hopefully.

“Yeah.” Destiny laughed.

“Don’t worry. We’ll split the cost.” I assured Destiny, with a wink. Walking up to the Gelato stand, we each got our own ice cream cone, as Destiny and I paid for everyone. As we licked away at our cones, we continued to roam around the colourfully lit fair.

As we minded our own business, listening to Niall’s exaggerated stories, we failed to noticed some dude walk directly towards me and without breaking his stride, he shoulder-checked me, hard, causing me to lose my balance for a mere moment.

“What the heck!” I angrily spat at him, seeing that it was clearly done on purpose. I looked up to see Josh, smirking at me, “Josh? What’s your problem, boy?”

“Nothing, man. Just walking. Completely innocent,” Josh lied, smirking, as he put his hand in the air to sow his innocence.

“Don’t Harry.” Destiny says, just as I was about to swing a punch at him.

“Yeah Harry. Listen to your Puppet Master,” Josh snickered deviously, as he begun to walk away.

“Oh you, ass!” I screamed, swinging at him as I gave him a fast and powerful roundhouse punch to his ribs.

“Off!” Josh winced, holding his stomach in pain. “Is that all you got a pretty boy?”

“Harry, please. It’s not worth it.” Destiny begged, as I furiously glared at him, dead in the eye.

“Oh please. I can do so much worse to you, boy.” I say, clenching my teeth.

“Great. So how about you show me?” Josh smirked, “And let’s add a little twist to it. Yeah? Winner gets Destiny.”

“Harry, please,” Destiny quietly says, trying to pull me away.

“I don’t lose fights, Mate. You are dead meat, when I’m through with you,” I declared, pulling away from Destiny.

“So, is that a yes?” Josh asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He doesn’t have to do anything. Destiny chose him, not you, Buddy. Get a clue. We already went through all this. So, back off!” Liam demanded, butting into the conversation.

“Shut up, Liam. When were we one to back out from a fight?” I angrily spat at him.

“Since now, Harry. Don’t do it, we have more to lose,” Louis urged.

“You aren’t losing anything, and neither am I, because, Mate, I don’t lose,” I demand, still glaring at Josh. “He wants proof that Destiny belongs to me, so he gets it.

“So …?” Josh asked again.

“Deal,” I confirm, with a stern face.

“Great. Destiny, babe, start deciding where you want go on our first date,” Josh nodded, with a smirk as he winked at Destiny. With that, I swung the first punch, outraged at his comment.

Squaring my fist right to the center of his nose, I knocked him backwards. Immediately he fought back, throwing a sharp punch to my jaw. Knocking me down.

“Harry!” Destiny cried, rushing to my aid.

“Quit already, Styles?” Josh snickered, as his nose begun to bleed and a little bruise formed on his forehead. My nose bleed continuously, as Destiny desperately tired to stop most of it, as I lay on the ground staring up at him, angrily.

“Never in a billion years. Again, I don’t lose fights, and I sure as hell not losing Destiny to you,” I growled at him, as I jumped back on my feet.

“Harry, please. Just leave it. You don’t need to do this.” Destiny begged, once more.

“No. I got this.” I demanded. Just before I was about to swing another punch at Josh, I noticed Destiny’s concerned experience. My brows drew together, as I bit my lower lip. ‘Don’t lose this one, Styles,’ I warned myself.

*Destiny’s POV*

The fight seemed to just get more intense with every blow. More blood spilled and bruises formed. With every punch they threw at each other, the more scared I became.

“Jesus, why is this necessary?” I cried.

“Niall, do something, break it up.” June urged him.

“He’ll kill me, if I try,” Niall points out.

“Yeah, no ones about to risk that,” Zayn adds.

Forced to watch the fight, we noticed a huge crowd forming around us, as they cheered on the fight.

“They haven’t seen a fight in some time, looks like they were getting anxious,” Louis commented.

Suddenly, acting fast, Harry threw his hands as fast as he could, colliding it hard to Josh’s cheek bones. Trying to catch his breath, Josh stared at the rive of blood that had appeared out his nose and gum.

Suddenly, the fight began to get even more intense. Josh jerked out a pocket knife. Coming to his aid, a few of newly made friends of Josh’s joined the fight.

“Aaron and Allen?” Louis named them.

“This is a one-against-one fight!” Liam demanded, but the boys refused to listen, so Louis and Liam came to Harry’s aid, trying to hold back the boys. Not wanting to seem weak, Zayn and Niall joined in too.

“Oh my goodness! Josh! Don’t hurt Harry too bad! How else is he going to have sex with me tonight!” An irritating shrieking voice hollered at Josh, before the voice cracked into an aggravating chuckle.

Whipping our heads around, we were met Amanda and her friends.

“What are you guys doing here?” Ally bitterly glared at them.

“Just looking out for my boy toy.” Amanda deviously smirked.

“Excuse me?” I questioned her.

“Oh, honey. Harry’s always been mine. He is only ‘dating’ you until he can get into your pants.” Amanda snickered, deviously. I shot a dirty look at her, not knowing what to say.

“Taken you by shock? Babe, he doesn’t care enough to win this.” Amanda added.

“You know what you remind me of. A bowling ball.” I spit at her.

“What?” Amanda snapped at me.

“You know you. You just love getting pick up by so many people. Then, fingered, several times. And then, when they thrown you down an alley, you just come back for more. You slut.” I spat, with a scornful look.

“What did you call me?” Amanda growled.

“Have you gone deaf all of a sudden. I called you a slut.” I spat again.

Without a warning, Amanda caught my shoulders in a tightened grip, digging her fingernails into my shoulder. I let our a shriek of pain, as she slammed me into the wall.

My head crashed into the brick wall, before she gave me a sharp slap.

Startled and furious, I gripped my hands and drove my fist straight into his face, knocking her to the ground. Getting back on her feet, she jabbed her fist into my stomach, bringing my to my knees.

“Destiny! Stop!” June grabbed onto my arms, pulling them behind my back. She tried to calm me down. I slowly eased my tension, bitterly looking at Amanda.

Ally tried to hold Amanda down, struggling to stop the girl from burning me. In the fit of confusion, Amanda elbowed Ally in the stomach, causing Ally to release her. Immediately, Haylee came to Amanda’s aid at punched June causing her to release me, before Amanda made a quick move to yank my hair with great force making me cry out in pain.

I managed to kicked Amanda’s leg, which lead her to release the strong grip she had on my hair. With the upper hand, now, I made a quick move to puncher her square in the face.

Not noticing the sirens, the boys continued at each other, as did us, girls.

Moments after, we were broken up by the policed and we all jammed into several police cars.

*Harry’s POV*
*In Jail/11:30 p.m.*

Silence echoed through the large waiting cell, the ten of us friends were put in. Josh, Mike and Adam were in different jail cell, with Amanda and her friends. Destiny was the first one to break the silence with a fit of giggles.

“Why are you laughing?” Zayn questioned me.

“This whole jail thing is going to look horrible on my resume,” Destiny laughed, shaking her head, as she leaned it against the wall.

“That’s what you are worried about right now?” Niall questioned me.

“Yeah.” She shook her head, still lightly laughing.

“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure, the multiple A’s will make up for it.” I lightly laughed.

“Yeah, the fact that I know how to add 1 + 1 will definitely help in this case.” Destiny sighed.

“Well, who knew you could fight like that.” Liam laughed.

“Yeah you got some bad bruises,” Elizabeth commented, gently brushes her fingers over Destiny’s bruises.

“You guys got beat up bad too,” Destiny chuckled.

“You boys got it bad too.” Destiny laughed.

“How do you, dickheads, suppose we get out of here?” Josh muttered from the cell across from ours.

“We could call one of our parents to bail us all out,” Destiny suggested.

“Without the parents finding out,” Aaron added.

“And bailing one person out costs a ton. There is like … what? 18 of us here.” Jessica explained.

“How do you know that?” Haylee questioned her.

“I’ve been in jail a bare times before I met you people.” Jessica shrugged.

“Yeah. Those were some sick times.” Casey laughed.

“We know who isn’t getting a good job in the future …” Destiny murmured, trying to whisper to herself but everyone in the two cells heard, breaking into laughter. “Guys, stop. This isn’t a good thing! You all are going to die poor.”

“Yeah, and you’re going to die a virgin,” Tia snickered.

“You probably could’ve died when you were 10, and still not die a virgin.” Destiny spat at her, making everyone laugh, except Tia who was nervously blushing.

“How long are we going to be here until we get released?” Louis questioned, everyone.

“I think it’s a few months …” Allen comments.

“How would you know?” Elizabeth questioned him.

“Research project …” Allen softly replied.

“Good boy.” Destiny clapped for him, everyone lightly chuckled. “Research project, my ass.”

Somehow, the eighteen of us managed to put aside everything else and have a decent conversation, joking around.

“Alright seriously! It’s like 12;30 right now! I want to go home! I can hear my bed calling to me.” Haylee cried, annoyed as she banged her hands on the concrete wall.

“Alright let’s find a plan to get out of this death place,” Zayn announced. We all begun to pitch in several ridiculous ideas.

“How about the spoon thing? I saw it in a movie once …” Niall sighed, exhausted.

“No one has a spoon, Niall.” Liam softly pats him on his back, sighing.

“Yeah, but I have the keys.” A familiar voice laughed, walking closer to us.

“Neal?” Aaron questioned, as the person who owned the voice came into view. Everyone stared at Neal in utter confusion.

Notes