I hug Harry with such force I almost knock him down. He doesn't spare me a glance as he's busy glaring at Charlie. I cling to him as I rest my head on his broad chest.
"Charlie, get lost already." His voice is so cold and deadly and I'm really glad that it's not aimed at me.
"Stop acting like you care about her, Harry. We both know that you don't give a f**k about her." Charlie retaliates angrily.
"And you do? You care about her?" Harry asks, and I can feel the angry twitch of his muscles under his T-shirt.
"Yes I do."
"The last time I checked, you were about to r**e her. If I remember correctly, you got that black eye then. So tell me, Charlie, which part of you caring about her was that?"
"You're acting like you own her."
"And you're acting like she wants to be owned by you. I h
