Summer Love

Jesse is abused, by her boyfriend, by her family, by her friends. She's almost lost everything special to her, then she meets Harry. A myserious stranger who finds her, almost dead, bleeding and bruised and saves her. Harry who seems rapt with her from the moment he set eyes on her. Could harry bring back her faith? Or will someone else get in the way?


5. Harry

Harry's P.O.V
I could watch her all day from the other side of the glass. one sided glass I heard one of the doctors call it. But I cant. In fact paul doesnt even know I'm here anyway. He told me to stay away, that she didnt need to meet me yet. But I had to see her. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something's going to go wrong. But I just can't help it. This girl, has me hooked around her delicate pinky finger.
              *a few hours later*
 "Harry! Where are you?" I've only ever heard louis panicked twice. The first time was when he heard about his dad having cancer and the second time was when Niall hurt his leg. He has to repeat his question a few times before it sinks in that I have to reply. "Sorry Lou.. I got.. uh.. paul will explain!" I quickly hung up, my breathing heavy. Her cheek was pressed against the glass, tears sliding silently down her face. I presses my palm where her cheek rested, and noticed both a fog cloud on the glass. from which of us I didn't know, but I wanted to go in and cradle her in my arms and tell her it was alright. But I couldnt, not now that Paul knew I was here. My phone went off again, probably one of the lads but I ended it without checking the caller ID.I slid my phone into my back pocket and felt my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Her eyes were centimetres from mine, staring straight at me. Wether she knew I was here or not, did not matter.

Jesse's P.O.V

I had my face againt the mirror on the far side of my... Jail. I called it jail because although they said they were helping me, I couldn't fail to notice my door was locked and nobody came to check on me. I sat there for maybe five minutes when I thought I heard a noise coming from the glass. My first reaction was to step back then I leaned back in and stared at my reflection, straight into my own eyes. The noise had stopped but I continued to stare, dimly aware of someone entering the room but not moving my posture in the slightest. It was only when I felt fingertips digging into my already bruised arm, causing my face to crumple in pain and fear. I knew this grip, I knew who it belonged to and I had thought I was safe from him. I turned slowly, a whimper rising in my throat as he squeezed tighter.
"C-come to finish me off, Steve?" I whisper his name. His eyes glowed with white hot rage and his hand is raised to slap me. I instinctively duck, tensing my body against the inevitable blow. But it never comes, instead theres a loud thud and I look down to see steve on the floor, unconscious.

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