Finally, the bouncers moved in, three of them trying desperately to calm Harry, but he was nearly out of their arms in seconds. I rushed over to him, grabbing his face with both hands and pleading for him to look away from Nathan and to me. "Harry, Harry please! I'm begging you, just look at me please," My hands slid down his cheeks, and I fisted his shirt. "Harry!" I cried. Finally, he looked at me, taking in my tear-stained cheeks. His body stopped tugging against the men, but his breath stayed jagged and alcohol-tainted as it hit my face. The bouncers dragged him out and I followed. Harry didn't bother waiting for me as he began walking down the street, kicking angrily at a trash can near the road. "Harry?" I pleaded, and he turned, facing me with dark eyes and a red face. We stayed tha
