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7

"Jessi....Jessi....wake up babe." I heard Harry's raspy voice trying to get me to open my eyes.
"Harry...where am I? What happened?" My head was pounding so hard I could feel it in my bones. "You collapsed at the mall. I don't know why. The tests are coming back. You're at my house right now." He smiled at me with worried eyes, I felt bad for passing out with Harry like that. "Oh my god Harry I'm sorry." I don't know why I felt so bad, maybe it's because we just got into this relationship and I'm already ruining it. "Do you need anything? Water or Advil?"
"I could use both actually." He laughed and kissed my forehead, "I'll be right back."

*2 hours later*

My phone rang me out of my sleep. 3 missed calls. My aunt, Zayn, and the hospital. I called the hospital back first. "Hello you called me, this is Jessi Smyth." The lady answered with too much pep,
"Oh hello! I'm here with the results from your testing we did earlier this afternoon." I nodded my head, and waved for Harry to come over and listen. "Is it the hospital?" He asked worriedly. "Shh." I put her on speaker phone.
"Miss Smyth, you seemed to have a blot clot when you passed out at the mall. This could be a reoccurring thing if you don't take the medicine we are going to prescribe you. This isn't anything rare, but it is dangerous. Come by tomorrow to get you prescription. I hope you're feeling better. Bye bye."
My mouth dropped. "Harry oh my god." Tears came to my eyes as I buried my head in his chest. "It's going to be fine Jessi. Just take the medicine it's okay." I sniffled and stood up, "Zayn keeps calling me to go to this dumb party tonight."
"Oh we're going to that." Harry stated.
"Um, no we are not. Why would I go?" I spat.
"Why not? Make Zayn jealous that I have you and he doesn't. That sound good to me." He smiled.
Frowning I sat down at the table and told him how Zayn was coming to pick me up at 8 for this party. That he keeps wanting me to go with him to these parties just because he thinks I'm an easy time. Harry's beautiful green eyes turned dark with the last part of my story. "We are going to this party, Zayn isn't picking you up. We are going to get there before he does. Go get in my car, I'll take you to your house to get ready and I'll text you when I'm coming to pick you up." I nodded in agreement as we went on the journey to my house.

He pulled in my drive way and kissed my cheek when dropping me off, "Look hot!" He yelled out the window and sped down the road in the opposite direction. I went to my door, unlocked it and went to shower. What to wear what to wear....

Harry came and picked me up about 7:40 and we drive to the party. I ended up wearing a black sequined jumper and some sandals, curling my hair and doing dramatic eye makeup. When we arrived, it was packed and the music could be heard from all the way down the street. "Jessi, hey!" Sasha came running at me wearing, yet again, a super cute outfit!
"Sasha please tell me you're not drinking." She laughed and shook her puffy head, "No just water. I told my mom about everything, she was pissed at first, but then she chilled. Tate and I aren't speaking." I nodded and walked hand in hand with Harry into the house. Suddenly, something grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, "Jessi what the hell are you doing here?" I heard the familiar voice and glanced up to see Zayn, angry and sweating with irritability.
"I came here with my boyfriend. Harry, Zayn. Zayn, Harry. I'm sure you two have met." I smiled sweetly, batting my long lashes.
"Hey Zayn." Harry said, smirking from his words. Suddenly, Zayn took a swing and Harry's jaw, blood spurting from the contact. "Zayn what the hell?" I screamed, desperately trying to get him to calm down.
Harry was much bigger than Zayn, and slammed him to the ground, punching him in the stomach and eye. "Harry that's enough!" I pulled him up by his blazer and hugged him tight. "Are you okay, you're bleeding?" Harry confirmed he was fine and headed to the bathroom to wash the blood off. I stood there in shock as everyone looked down at Zayn. Tate went over to go help him up and lead him outside to talk. Sasha approached me with a smile on her contoured face. "Jessi, two of the hottest guys just fought over you!" She squealed like I should be excited, but really I was pissed off. Harry was hurt, along with Zayn. I know I shouldn't care about him, but do and I don't know why. I just needed to be with Harry.

*later*

Harry made me stay the night at his place just to ensure that Zayn wouldn't try to bother me again. We talked throughout the night, and I realized I really did like Harry a lot. He was so much better than Zayn, kind and gentle. He wouldn't hurt me the way Zayn would. I eventually had to leave for work, so I kissed Harry goodbye and went to The Hangout. I met Zayn behind the counter, like everyday and acted like nothing happened. I was here to make money, not cause drama. I'll be out of here sooner or later and I shouldn't be wasting the time I had left here being angry at Zayn. "Jessi we need to talk." He lead me to the storage room and closed the door.
"What Zayn, I need to get back to the counter." I said, rolling my eyes . "Jessi I can't stop thinking about you. I know you're with Harry but he doesn't deserve you." He said, sighing.
"Zayn are you kidding me? After the way you treated me? After you said I was easy and that you were just using me for sex? Calling me stupid if I thought I meant anything to you? No, Harry wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't." I said, crossing my arms with a point.
Suddenly, Zayn rushed at me, pinning me against the door. "Come on Jessi. You can't act like you're not attracted to me anymore." His hot breathe smelled of mint and smoke. I couldn't make out words, I was so taken back by his force I couldn't speak. "Zayn....." He kissed my lips, and at first I didn't kiss back, but then I felt the urge to feel his mouth against mine. Our tongues fought for dominance as he picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He sucked at my neck and I pulled his long dark hair. My head was spinning with guilt. I didn't care right now, I felt something between Zayn and I, I couldn't deny it. He pulled away from me to take off my clothes. "You're really beautiful. I hope you know that." I smiled at his words, not knowing if he was being serious or not. Maybe I was just a fun easy time.

Once we both has our clothes off he pinned me against the wall. Holding my hands above my head with his strong hands. "Stay, quiet." He whispered in my ear. I nodded in agreement as he picked me up and slid into me. I bit my lip to keep from groaning for the uncomfortable feeling he was giving me. "Zayn...." I whispered in his ear, he kissed my neck with passion and I felt so at ease with all of this. Moaning, I slid my red nails down his tattooed back, making him throw is head back in pleasure.

I left work early to get everything about Zayn off of my mind. I had sex with Zayn. I'm dating Harry. I felt awful, but satisfied. Zayn knew I was dating Harry, but some how he realized my drive for him wasn't going to go away even though I was in an relationship. I drove home to meet Harry in my driveway. "Hey babe!" He got out of his car to greet me with a kiss. Dammit, I felt awful. "How was your day, Jessi?" I forced a grin and hugged him, "It was fine, actually. No drama for once." He laughed at my response and lead me into my house. It was 9:15 and I wasn't even close to being tired. "What's wrong baby?" Harry asked, looking worried.
"Nothing, I just need something to do." I said, sighing. He grinned, got up and lay me on the sofa. Kissing me softly, I didn't get the same effect I did when kissing Zayn. Parting my lips with his tongue, I let him enter as we lay here for minutes,but felt like hours.