The ṨἝƇȒἝҬṨ of Bad Boy Harry

One Day...Destiny

                                        Harry's POV

It was 12:36 at night. I could hear the rough wind blowing against my window, trees rustling through the air and rain falling on the now wet ground. I shot up from my bed when I heard a loud clap of thunder and a crack of lightning strikes, waking me up from my sleep. I yelled out in pain. My body was obviously wasn't feeling better when Jessica gave me those pills that she was supposed to "help" the pain go. I very slowly got out of my bed, being careful while doing it. I walked to my door putting my hand on the knob, but not yet opening it. I heard voices coming from downstairs, but I couldn't quite hear. I grabbed my pocket knife, which was the nearest object, and slowly opened my door. The talking was still going as I walked down the hallway and very quietly crept downstairs. By the time I reached the bottom step the voices stopped. Everything was pitched black and the only light helped me find my way through my house, was the lightning from the storm. I saw a black shadow and heard a loud thud coming from my living room. I opened my pocket knife and held it close to me. The person's shadow was still there when it started to make its way towards me. Even though my body was still in bad conditions, I attacked the person by pushing them against the wall. The dark figure was trying to fight me off by grabbing my arms, trying to swing me off of them, but I didn't budge. I slammed the person down onto the floor and put my pocket knife against their throat.

"What do you want!" I shouted. 

"Harry it's me!"

                                        Jessica's POV

As soon as I gave Harry the pills to calm down his aching pain, I decided to stay the night at his place just in case he might needed a helping hand. By the time Harry fell asleep, which was like around 7:42, I thought that I should also go to sleep. I was still in my skirt and tank top so I went through Harry's drawers to find a shirt I could wear for the night. I found a grey shirt of his that had a heart and said 'love' on it and took off my tank top and replaced it with Harry's large shirt, that stopped at my mid thighs. It felt soft and comforting and it had the smell of his cologne on it that had like the scent of vanilla and the ocean. It smelt heavenly. I went downstairs after I changed into Harry's shirt and thought I should watch some t.v. to help me fall asleep. I fell alseep for a few hours until I heard the storm, the sound of the lightning waking me up. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone to see that it was 12:23 at night. I noticed that I didn't call my dad to let him know where I was and saw I had 7 missed calls from him.

"Damn it," I said under my breath.

I called my dad and he immediately answered right away. He talked the usual like what every parent would do if they didn't know where their kids were and when my dad was in the middle of  telling how he almost called the cops to search for me, I heard Harry scream. I told my dad that I gotta go and that I'd be home first thing in the morning and quickly hung up. I froze for a bit when I saw the t.v. flickering, but thought it was probably coming from the storm making it do that. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs slowly and I knew it was Harry. The t.v. just shut off and when I tried to switch the lights on, they didn't come on. It was pitch black and the power got shut off. I did my best to make my way to Harry to see of he was alright, but I couldn't see in the dark and I ran into his shelf, making a loud thud. I shugged it off and tried to find my way to Harry again when the next thing I knew I was pushed against the wall. I paniced and tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. Then he slammed me down to the floor and pressed a knife against my throat. "What do you want!" Harry said. I almost cried out in tears how scared I was, but he didn't know it was me. "Harry it's me," I said shaking under him.

"Jessica?"Harry asked.

"Yes! Please don't hurt me." By that time, I was crying.

The t.v. came back on and so did the lights. I saw a little bit of the anger on Harry's face, but that all went away when he saw me cry. He took his pocket knife away from my neck and put it in his pocket. He ran his fingers through my hair, shushing me and wiping my tears away.