*A Few Hours Later*
"It's nice to finally be able to talk to you, Harry," Emmy smiles. Harry, my siblings, and I are chilling downstairs in the theater room.
"Same to you, Emmy," Harry smiles.
"Has Amber told you about the band thing?" James asks.
"She has. And I think it's awesome that you guys sing for sick kids in hospitals."
"Thanks," Emmy says. "We just thought in what way we could help others."
"And knowing we make those kids day, or week even, makes us all feel really good inside," James says.
"I always knew you kids would do something for the greater good," I smile.
*The Next Day-Midafternoon*
I let out a laugh as Harry tells another terrible joke of his. We are walking around the neighborhood. His big hand in my tiny one; fingers intertwined.
"Are my jokes really funny?" Harry asks.
"They're so bad it makes them funny," I take a deep breath.
"Buttercup, can we get serious."
"Sure. Why do you want to get serious?"
"I want to know more about you. Well, really about the boy who hurt you."
I tense and squeeze Harry's hand a little. "What do you want to know?"
"James," I shudder as his name leaves my lips.
"Okay. Now did he ever hurt you other than the times you've told me?"
"Do we really have to talk about this?"
"Listen, if I see him on the last day of school, I need a reason to punch him."
"Harry, you wouldn't."
"If he approaches us and goes off, then you can punch him."
"What's the chance of that happening?"
"Pretty high. Seeing as he's a big dickhead."
Harry lets out a laugh. "Good, because I want him to hurt like how he hurt you."
"So, is that all you need?"
"You still didn't say another time he hurt you."
"Does it matter?"
"It does to me. Please, I want to know every little thing about you. After, you can ask me anything you want."
"Okay, I'll tell you another time," I let out a big breath of air. "We were at a party, and I really wanted to leave. Everything about it was making me uncomfortable. So I was pleading hi to take me home. He kept brushing me off. Saying, 'In a second, baby'. Finally I started pulling on him, and I think he snapped. He dragged me outside and yelled at me. Saying something like how I always ruin things like parties for him. Then he slapped me. Grabbed my hands with one of his so he could slap me a few more times. Then he left me to go back to the party. I walk home, and cried myself to sleep."
A few tears escape my eyes, "It's fine. Someone needs to know. Now, time for me to get to know you a little better."
"Oh yeah. What do you want to know?"
"Hm, give me a second to think," I sniffle.
"Take all the time you need."
"Why me? Out of all the girls you could have, you've stayed with me. How come?"
"Because you make me feel like no other girl has before. You're also very beautiful, inside and out. I like protecting you as well."
"I do need protecting."
"And you just seemed perfect for me from the start. You just make me feel like a normal human being."
"How come you're so sweet, Curly Whirly?"
"Am I? I guess it's just a natural trait I have."
"I think it is," I smile. "I'm glad we've gotten to spend some time together this weekend. Too bad I have school tomorrow," I groan.
"It'll be okay, babe."
"Sure it will," I roll my eyes.
"Ah, so we've got sasser. I'm going to have to punish you now," he pulls me to a stop.
"What are you going to do, Styles?" I stare into his eyes. Challenging him to do something.
"Kiss you, of course," he smiles and then gently connects our lips.
I tense up for a second before relaxing and deepening the kiss. This is a type of punishment I'm not used to. Usually I'm slapped, punched, kicked, or screamed at when I do something wrong in a relationship. Well, I have to give it to Harry, he's nothing like James. And I doubt he'll ever treat me in the way James would. That's just one of the many reasons why I'm in so madly in love with Harry.
He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, "I could tell that was a very different punishment for you."
"It was, but I loved it. Please, kiss me again."
"As you wish, Buttercup." He connects our lips again, and we stand right in the middle of the sidewalk. Right out in the open where all kinds of shit could happen. But we don't care; it's being in each other's embrace that really matters.
Ugh, this boy makes me melt inside and makes me feel like the only girl in the whole world. I'm so in love. Aren't I?