She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 16

I take one step closer to Harry. It is evident that he's displeased with given orders, though the loyalty to my father outweighing any displeasure he might have. I place my hand to his bicep, patting it gently. I'm not quite sure who I'm attempting to soothe here, though one thing is clear to me - when Harry is so close my brain are wired all wrong.

"Harry...nothing can break me. Any you know why not?" I speak with soft tone, my eyes latched onto his. He watches me intently, his stiff jaw appear more prominent, sharp, nothing soft is in his expression. He slowly shakes his head. My features fades into one of care and serenity, a counterpoint to my aching heart: "Because I have you, all of you. So please don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I shrug with my shoulders, a chuckle escapes my lips: "By the way, what should I wear?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows in curiosity.

There is a silence for a moment. He stares at me with furrow eyebrows, trying to read my expression. Eventually he sighs heavily and announces: "You're dressed fine. Just put some sweater or jacket on. Something warmer." The faint trace of a smile lightened his face, warming my heart again.

"Ay ay captain! I'll be right back. I'll even use my ninja skills for that task!" I grin and wink at him, before hurried past him straight into brightly lit foyer, up the stairs.

I missed one stair and stumbled forward, but my hands somehow mitigated the hard landing. An unintentional squeal fell from my mouth. Suddenly laughter floating through the space. I leap to my feet and look down, finding Harry, Niall and Louis at the bottom of staircase. I huff, yet I can feel myself turning red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, you're definitely ninja." Louis remarked in laughing voice. Not feeling brave enough to stay here any longer, I run into my room.

In the safety of my bedroom, I gather myself together, while throw on gray oversized hoodie, then pull on my feet black combat boots; they nicely covered the edges of my black leggings. On the way out I grab black bag. This bag is like my extra limb; sometimes I don't even realize that I had took it with me. The same fate sharing my phone, without which I can't live.

As I approach front door, I see boys were already there, waiting on me in their black uniforms.

"I'm ready. Let's go!" I stated, eagerness stirred up in my veins.

No one give response, Liam only opens the door and walks out, Louis, Niall and Zayn following, while Harry stands by the door, waiting for me to walk out as well. I shrug and stroll out towards the cars. The nice rays of sun seemed to filled me with strangely good mood. But the guys appear to be in sync with the heavy clouds, which circling the sky, and threathening to invade at any moment.

I ended up in a car with Harry in driver seat and Zayn in passenger. After my failed attempt to observe the passing trees, naked fields and occasional buildings, I push my head in between the front seats. My mind firmly set to start a conversation.

"Soo...how long will drive take?" I'm turning my face from Harry to Zayn, right and left.

"Not that long." Zayn answered, his eyes are on the road.

"So Zayn how are you feeling, I mean you were injured and stuff." I look at the side of his face.

He turns his head slightly, so that he can look at me, amusement flashing in his hazel eyes: "I'm good love. How about you? How are you feeling?"

A grin stretches my lips: "That's nice to hear." I slightly shake my head, as large puff of air falls from my mouth: "I'm a little nervous, I guess. Because I don't know what to expect and I don't know what my dad thinks about all of this."

"You're really something else Juliet, you know that?" Chuckle latched onto Harry's voice.

My widened eyes flicker to him. Smile is playing around the edges of his lips, though his eyes are locked on the road, causing my heart to jump in delight.