fragile [h.s] (on hold for now)

chapter two

a/n before anyone gets confused, this is the next day.

harry

"So you met a girl, eh?" Tony asked, taking a puff from his cigarette, leaning back in his booth and letting the smoke trail down his chin and vanish into thin air.

I nodded, taking a swig of my beer, "Yep."

"Was she fit? Big rack? Did she have a nice as-"

"Jesus Tony. I only delivered a pizza and drove her to the hospital. I didn't even have time to check anything out but her face and wrist." I chuckled, leaning on the old wooden table, leaning it my way a bit.

That was a total lie. I'm not going to lie, she was fit. But no, I wasn't paying attention to her tits or ass, I was actually seriously worried about her wrist.

But I don't know why I felt so protective over her.

She was different from other girls. It was refreshing, she had no clue who I was. She didn't throw herself at me, she had no cl-

"Hey, whatever happened to that girl Tiffany from last week?" Tony asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes, "You mean the girl who basically tried to rape me?"

He chuckled, taking another puff. "It must suck having girls throw themselves at you." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Must suck to have no one throw themselves at you." I smirked, taking a drink of my beer while looking at him over my beer.

He glared at me before nodding his head behind me, asking, "What's going on over there?"

I turned around in my booth, seeing some guys in letterman jackets crowding around the dart board.

"Let's find out." I sighed.

jennifer

My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my studying.

From; Abby(:

wanna go to the bar down the st?

I looked at the time.

9:37P.M.

I sighed, pushing my books off my lap and standing up, texting back.

To: Abby(:

Be at yours in five.

I tossed my phone on my bed, walking over to my closet and grabbing a sweatshirt and jeans before throwing them on quickly. I brushed my hair really quick before throwing it in a high ponytail and putting on a bit of mascara.

I grabbed my small purse and put my wallet and phone in there before walking out and locking my door and throwing my keys in the purse too.

I walked over to the elevator, pressing floor 2.

A hand slipped into the closing door, causing me to gasp. A guy walked in, causing the doors to open again, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry if I scared you." he chuckled, walking in and pressing the bottom floor.

I shook my head," I'm jumpy, it's fine."

He put his hand out, waiting for a shake. "I'm Louis."

"Jennifer." I said, shaking his hand and smiling.

He smiled back, before I turned to walk out the opening elevator doors.

"Nice chat, I guess." he laughed, causing me to laugh.