Pounding. Thats all I can feel right now. It's such an intense feeling, I can't focus on anything else. I almost puke as I try to sit up, familiarizing myself with my surroundings. I slowly move my head from side to side to scan the room, seeing that I'm in Harry's room. In Harry's bed. In Harry's clothes. Next to Harry. Oh God. What did I do last night?
Before I can question myself anymore I feel whatever I consumed last night start rushing up my throat. I hop up and bee line for the bathroom, barely making it in time before the aftermath of my first hangover starts to begin its effects.
I clutch the sides of the toilet seat to steady myself because my hands were shaking. Just when I think it isn't possible for me to throw up anymore, one last wave comes over me and I pour into the toilet. As I finish I grab a small piece of toilet paper and wipe off the corners of my mouth.
This is when it hits me. I don't remember anything I did last night, let alone anything I said. Did I say something stupid about how much I like Harry? Did I mention anything I didn't want him to know? I'm in his clothes, did we have sex?! No, Harry wouldn't do that.
The only thing I am sure of is that I need to get the hell out of here before Harry wakes up. I peak my head out of the bathroom door to make sure he is still sleeping, and thankfully he is. I get up and tiptoe over to the door and open it up ever so slightly. I squeeze myself through the tiny opening, my eyes never leaving the beautiful curly haired boy, and slip out without him waking up.
I walk across the hall and go to my room, heading straight for the advil. I pop a few and then immediately plop down on my bed, tiredness overcoming me. Man, I guess hangovers really do suck. Before I am drowned by sleep, I pray to myself that I didn't do or say anything stupid infront of Harry last night.
I am awoken from my slumber by a knocking sound. On my door? Yea my door. Which means it must be Harry. Oh no, time to face the truth. I get up and walk over to the door and open it to see a grinning Harry leaning against the doorway.
"Goodmorning my little penguin" he smirked to me. Penguin? What the fuck? He laughs at the puzzled face I give him.
"Oh, you don't remember cuddling up to me last night saying you were a cold penguin? You must have been more drunk than I thought" He continued to laugh. I groan and facepalm, hoping that was the worst of anything I did last night.
"What else did I do?" I asked sadly, knowing that he's probably about to say something even more embaressing.
"Well, you said something about me being the most hard-core crush you ever had." He smirked again.
"Oh God, you weren't supposed to know that, Omg" I say back to him, looking away in embarressment. When I looked back to him his mouth was open and his eyes were popped.
"I was joking, but if that's really how you feel Chloe then damn" he said, coming in the door and closer to me. He could not contain his laughter from the fact that I basically just ratted myself out.
"Oh my God, you ass!" I say to him, half embarressed and half joking.
"Well, you're not so bad yourself" he winked at me. Of course I blush.
"Wow thanks" I sarcastically say. "Anyway, thanks for taking care if me last night. Lord knows what I would have done if I was alone" I say to him.
"No problem. I actually got a pretty good kick out of seeing the way you acted so it was a win-win for me haha"
He said. I turned around to go sit on my bed, and he stood in front of me.
"So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a real date tonight? Last night technically counts, but since you don't remember half of it I want to take you out tonight, proper."
"So, we're dating now?" I ask him, nervous for his response. He scratches his head in a moment of concentration.
"Yea, I guess so. Be ready at 6, we're going out to dinner." And with that I received a wink and he was out the door.
Its 5:55. I do my last minute checks to make sure I look and smell good. My long brown hair is french braided from each side around into a free-flowing ponytail. I have on white skinny jeans with a navy blue sweater that has green palm trees on it. I wore gold hoops to match my tan, and I went simple on make up with just concealer and mascara. I slipped on my black sandals, and made sure I had some money on me. Just as I finish with my perfume there's a knock on the door. Harry.
I open the door to see Harry in his signature black jeans and white t-shirt, the shirt fitting perfectly to his toned body. The sleeves are short so most of his tattooes are fairly visible. I don't know why, but even the sinple way he dresses turns me on. Somehow this boy manages to turn me
on by wearing a plain white t-shirt. I don't even know how that's possible.
"Ready to go love?" He asks as his eyes trail up and down my body.
"Yep" I say as I begin to follow him down the hallway and to his car.
We get to his car and he opens the door for me, allowing me to slide in. Once he gets in, he starts the car and we head off.
"Where are we going" I ask curiously
"This grill right off campus that most people hang around. You know the one right? I think its called like Phils and Wills grill."
"Oh yea I know what you're talking about."
We pull up to the place and I thought I saw a familiar car, but I brushed it off not wanting to think about what that car was associated with. As we walk inside Harry entwines our fingers, his large hand engulfing my smaller one. We walk inside and my breath is caught in my throat and I am unable to breath. My eyes immediately make contact with the person associated with that car outside; Brandon. No, this can't be happenning. Not here, not now. I was never supposed to see him again. Why is he here? The only thing playing through my head is that night at the movie theatre, and I am petrified with fear. I start shaking and look up to Harry.
"Harry, um can we please leave?" I try to ask sounding normal, but he can sense something is wrong.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asks me, but I don't listen to him, my eyes not leaving Brandon. Brandon looks over at me and smirks when we make eye contact.
"We just meed to leave now Harry. Please. Please" Harry's head looks in the direction of my eyes and when he sees that they're connected with Brandon, a confused look washes over his face.
Brandon sends me a wink and I literally start shaking, tears threatening to spill. I can't be here any longer. I let go of Harry's hand and run to his car. I open the door and start completely breaking down. Harry gets to the car moments after me and immediately starts the car seeing the state I'm in. He doesn't move right away so I yell
"Harry please just get the hell out of here!" At that he steps on the gas and we are driving down the road. He stops back at campus but doesn't get out of the car. He takes the keys out and turns to me, concern clear on his face. He doesn't know what to do. Before anything can be said I throw myself into his arms, holding onto him like my life depended on it. He held me tight, and stroked my hair trying to get me to calm down.
In the middle of my balling I look up to him and the only thing I say is "Please don't ever hurt me". I go back into my hysterics and bury myself back in his chest.
"WHAT?" His voice is filled with rage.
"Chloe, that boy im there, did he hurt you?" I didn't answer. "DID HE?!" Harry said, this time even more infuriated.
"Y-y-yess. H-his name is B-Brandon."
"What did he do to you? Why were you so afraid of him."
I started crying even harder.
"Chloe, tell me this damn minute what that boy did to you!" I take a second to compose myself before looking at Harry.
"You want to know why Nicky is so protective over me? Brandon is why. Brandon and I used to date in highschool. It was wasn't the most perfect relationship, but I liked him so I always stayed whenever he was mean to me, because he always made up for it. One night we were st the movie theatres with a couple of friends, including Nick, and he pulled me into the bathroom. We started making out for a couple of minutes, but then he tried to go farther. I tried telling him to stop, b-but he wouldn't." I paused to sniffle and keep my composure. "Finally I was able to push him off of me, but he started hitting me. He called me a worthless bitch and punched me in the face, leaving me in the bathroom bleeding on the floor. I eventually got up and found and told Nicky, and he marched straight out to the parking lot and beat the shit out of Brandon right then and there. Nicky took me to the hospital amd spent the whole time there with me,and even helped me cover uo and tell my oarents thatI just fell. Ever since that day Nicky and I have been best friends." I didn't realize I was looking down, but I was. I lifted my head up to look at Harry and was actually frightened by what I saw. I have never seen Harry more angry than he is at this moment. His knuckles are white from clenching the steering wheel so hard, and his eyes have went from a beautiful emerald, to black. He grabs the keys and stsrts the ignition, speeding down the road.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to that grill so that fucking waste of space can get what he deserves. I will never let anyome harm you Chloe, and I sure as hell aren't going to let this scum live with what he has done to you."
"No Harry please don't. You'll just make things worse. Please don't."
"No Chloe. I'm not going to just let this slide. That fucker is not going to walk around assualtng women, especially you."
I start shaking again as we near the grill. I hyperventalate and my breathing becomes uneven. Harry notices and pulls over. I still cannot control my breathing and am becoming light headed. He reaches his hands over and grab mine, instructing me to look at him and breathe in time with him. I follow the movements of his chest, and try my best to slow my breathing. Eventually Harry calms me down.
"P-Please Harry. I won't be able to take it. Please can we just go back to campus." I look up at him with pure desperation in my eyes. He sighs overdramatically and nods his head.
"Only because of your health am I going back to campus right now. Do not think for a second that I am ok with this Chloe, because I am not. I will never hurt you as long as I live. Do you understand me? And I will never let a single person harm you ever again, especially that asshole. You do not need to be afraid going out, I will always be there for you."
I look into his eyes and I can tell that he means every word of it.
"Thank you Harry". The rest of the ride back to campus was silent.
I wake up from the need to piss. I haven't been able to stop thinking about Chloe a single second since yesterday. I see her completely different now than I did before. I have to protect her, and I will protect her from anything and everything, no matter what it takes. Hearing her story about that fucker Brandon has sent me to a deep area of anger that I have only ever reached once before. Men who abuse and take advantage of women are cowards, and they don't deserve to walk the Earth. Just thinking about him touching Chloe makes me want to kill someone. As much as I want to end his sorry ass right now, I can't because I know Chloe won't handle it well. I have to do something though, anything.
With that thought I throw on a pair of jeans and grab my car keys to go out and find this bastard.
I go to the grill, knowing that's the place where I have the best chance
of finding him since he seemed to hang out there a lot last night.
I walk in and spot him with a couple of his friends. As I walk over to them he smirks as he sees me.
"So, you're Chloe's new guy then?" He asks as if he could care less.
"Actually, I'm Chloe's final guy, and I'm here to let you know that the only reason your face isn't being smashed into the cement wall right now is because Chloe doesn't want that." I step closer to him and grab him by his shirt. He looks to his friends like they're going to pull me off of him, but they don't, clearly intimidated by my figure. I pull him close, our forheads nearly touching.
"If I ever, EVER, see you near Chloe, talk about Chloe, or even so much as hear about you abusing another woman, I will not hesitate to find you and make you regret ever being born. You are scum and the only thing you deserve is for everyone to know what type of person you are. And I intend on making sure that everyone knows exactly that." I push him back against the wall, him slamming hard and falling forward into his friends.
I walk out of the grill and back into my car, still not fully satisfied, but knowing that anything more would send Chloe into a fit, and I don't need that.
I drive back to campus and open the door to my room just to spot a waiting Chloe on my bed. She turned her head towards me when the door opened and smiled, getting up and walking towards me.
Completely unexpectedly she pushes me up against the wall and slams her lips into mine. I am stunned at first, but quickly respnd by grabbing her hips with my hands, pulling our bodies closer together. I test the entrance of her mouth with my tongue seekng if she will allow me, and she does. My tongue slips into her mouth and our tongues work together in sync. I turn us around, her now on the wall. I plant kisses up and down her neck, grinding my hips ino hers, desperate for the touch. Our lips meet again and her hand slips into the back of my curls.
The moment ends all too fast when Chloe releases her mouth from mine and leans up to whisper in my ear.
"I owe you a make-up date" She whispers, and with that she releases herself from me and exits the room, pausing long enough to turn her head back and wink at me.
Holy hell. What has this girl done to me..........