Little Things

"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, cause its you. Oh it's you. It's you, they add up to. An I'm in love with you. And all these little things."

I heard him whisper as I stood in front of the graveyard.

WARNING: rated R for language and sexual actions.


4. Sick...

Jess's POV: 

I heard a knock on the door.Oh SHIT! I screamed mentally and face palmed myself. I had left the front door unlocked all night. Oh my god, I could've like, gotten raped or something. I shouted out of the shower, since I wasn't even close to being done. I then heard a familiar British accent.


I told him to come in, but to stay downstairs and make himself comfortable since I was taking a shower. I finished up in a record time of 5 minutes, considering I wasn't all that comfortable showering with a guy I just met in the same house. I stepped out and reached for my towel, but only felt a cold bar. Damnit. I had left my towel in the laundry room again. I need to get my shit together. I nervously called down the stairs from my room.

"Harry?" I called a bit nervously.

"Jess! What do you need?" He said running up the stairs. 

"No HARRY! Don't come upstairs! I'm not dressed! Could you get me a towel from the laundry room?" I said, hopefully signaling him to not come upstairs since I was stark naked.

"Yeah. Sure thing love." I saw him blush as he went downstairs. Whew! I thought to myself. Do you know how embarrassing it would be if he came up and saw me... awkward. I heard him rummage through some stuff downstairs and finally he yelled up to me.

"Jess? I found a towel, do you want me to bring it up to you?" He asked shyly. I thought about it for a minute. I didn't think he would try to make a move on me, so I agreed and let him upstairs. 

"Close your eyes Harry. I don't want you to see me." I said as I tipped the door open just enough for the towel to slip through. I grabbed it and slammed the door shut. I heard a yelp and a loud bang, as if someone fell to the floor.

"Oh my god Harry! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I said practically laughing my head off as he stood up and held him nose. It was then that I realized I was still holding my towel, and the door was wide open. I screamed and covered myself up, but it was far too late. He had seen me. I knew it. I shut the door and leaned against it, and burst out crying. I got up quickly and went to go change in my  bathroom. I stayed in there until I heard a soft knock. 

"Jess?" I heard Harry say softly. I stood up and walked over to the door. I leaned my forehead against it, afraid to open it. 

"Yeah Harry?" I said so softly, I wasn't sure he heard me. I felt the knob being turned. I didn't stop it. The door slowly opened and Harry slipped in and gave my a hug. I couldn't help but cry in his arms. I pushed my head into the crook of his shoulder and silently whispered to myself to get ahold of myself. All of the sudden I heard a soft voice, sing next to me. It was more like a whisper, but I could make out the words. And that was all that mattered. 

I wanna save ya, wanna save your heart tonight,

He'll only break ya, leave ya torn apart oh, 

I can't be no superman, But for you I'll be superhuman. 

I wanna save ya, wanna save your heart tonight.

I heard him hum softly and pull back his head. I looked up and smiled. My god this boy knew how to cheer me up. I stepped back, and went into my room. I sat on the bed, and patted next to me, signaling him to sit down next to me. He followed as I said and I leaned into his chest. He kissed my forehead.

"Jess, Im so sorry. Do you want to talk about it love?" He asked quietly, afraid that I would break down again. I sat up once more and looked at the ground. I looked up into his eyes and spoke.

"Don't worry about it Harry. Im so sorry I overreacted. It started about 2 months ago. I was with my dad in New York for a vacation. It was about 11pm and we were walking around Town Square. My dad had only a few months left to live, because he had lung cancer. We were walking around and.. and.." I sobbed quietly and Harry pulled me into his arms. 

"Babe, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to." He said reassuringly. 

"No. I want to. I have kept it a secret for so long." I said to him. "So we were walking around and... and a man came up behind us, pointing a gun to both me and my dad. My dad yelled at him, scared for my life, but the man didn't answer his pleas to let us go. He ended up shooting my dad and took me into an alley." I stopped at this part and took a deep breath. "He raped me and stabbed my leg. Then he left me to die. I blacked out, and woke up in a hospital, with everything around me fuzzy. I was told then that my dad had died." I stopped here and finally gave out. I burst into tears, remembering how my dad would always protect me. Harry didn't say anything. He just held me. I think it was the only thing he could do. I looked into his eyes and a tear fell from them.


Harry's POV: 

She told me. She told me why she broke down when I saw her. How could someone do something like that to her? I wanted to get up and beat the hell out of the guy that did that to her. But I couldn't. I couldn't move. I just let it all soak in. Why? Why her? I felt a tear escape my eye as she looked up at me. I held her for a while longer, before saying something.

"I am so sorry. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will. And Jess?" I searched in her eyes for something. ANYTHING.

"Yeah Harry?" She said with a now hopeful look in her eyes. 

"You are beautiful." I said. And I meant it. She was and I couldn't let her forget it. I felt her snuggle closer to my chest and saw her smile slightly. About five minutes later, I looked back down at her and she was asleep. I decided it was for the best to leave her to rest, considering she was still sick. I kissed her forehead and shut the door. Making sure to lock it this time. 

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