Who: Harris, Scotty, Luke, Tak, Benji, Raf, Aaron, and ~*~anyone else~*~ who becomes curious. What:The fight moves from online to offline. Where: Johnson Hall; second, third, and fourth floors, and the stairwells in between When: Late Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning Rating: Probably NSFW due to language. Probably.
"he isn't going to do it," Scotty had typed before he shoved his laptop onto his bed and scrambled out of bed. He could type those words with confidence because he was about to stop Harris. With little regard for the amount of noise he was causing, Scotty opened and shut the door with a loud click, and his feet pattered on the floor as he ran for the stairs and scrambled down them. A quick check down the hall for the third floor revealed an empty hallway, and so Scotty continued down the stairs, his heart racing all the way.
He hated Harris so much right now for doing this- for threatening Luke and picking a fight, yes, but mostly for the lack of regard he held about the fact that he could get expelled. He could get kicked out and leave and they would never see each other again, and it was so stupid that Harris would make a big deal out of Scotty leaving (and, okay, it has been the third time, so Harris was justified there) but then recklessly try to have himself kicked out. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair and if Scotty had to babysit his older brother to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, then he would, dammit, because his Harry was doing something stupid and Scotty had to be Neville and stop it.
A half flight of stairs later, and Scotty had caught up with Harris by crashing into his back. A little stunned, Scotty was quick to latch onto Harris' middle and hold on tightly.
"Don't go," Scotty pleaded. "Please don't go. Let's just go upstairs okay, please? Don't hurt Luke."