Chapter 12

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Harry's P.O.V

I know it's late and everything but I want to take Philippa to meet my sister Gemma. Yeah I know what you're thinking why is he taking her to see Gemma now. Well few years ago Gemma went through something a bit like Philippa, one of her ex boyfriends wad a bit controlling. So I think if they talk it might help because she knows what it's like.

"Who am I meeting?" Philippa asks as we walk round a corner to where Gemma is in another pub with a few of her friends from uni.

"I'm introducing you to someone that can help you." I reply pulling Philippa close seeing that she is a bit cold.

"I don't need help." Philippa replied stopping dead in her tracks.

"Why don't you?" I ask turning to face her.

"Because I'm fine." She replies crossing her arms.

"No you're not Philippa." I say stepping closer. But Philippa starts to look over my shoulder at something. Something that looks like its make her feel very uneasy and very scared.

"What's wrong?" I ask looking her dead in the eyes holding her shoulders.

"N-nothing, its was nothing, can we go like now please." Philippa says stuttering. Glancing around I see a group of lads about the same age as Philippa messing around and one looking directly at us.

"Philippa is that your ex?" I ask knowing I really shouldn't of.

"Yes now please let's go." She replies starting to walk off towards them.

Philippa's P.O.V

Oh god Tom is stood only a few metres away from me. How did he know I was here? I just don't want Harry to do anything that could hurt him.

"Well look who it is." Tom sneers stepping closer to me.

"Tom what do you want?" I ask snapping back at him last time I did that I got stabbed.

"Came out for the night." Tom replied inching closer. Now I'm able to smell the alcohol on his breath god I hate this.

"You came all the way to Cheshire for a night out, when now of you live here and you could of gone out somewhere else." I reply taking a step back.

"Yeah now why are you with that peace of shit?" Tom snarled pointing towards Harry that is now stood right behind me.

"Because he actually you know is my friend and won't be an arse-whole like you were." I reply and I know full well what he is going to do now.

And there it is the smack that I was waiting for straight across my face, sending me to the floor. God not now why did I do that I knew what I was getting myself in forgot I am such an idiot.

"What the fuck was that for?" Harry shouts pushing Tom back.

"That was for that slag speaking when she shouldn't of she knows what will happen." Tom snarls pushing past Harry and kneeling down to my level on the floor. Grabbing a hand full of my hair.

"Now you will leave that curly haired bastard and you will leave with me now." Tom whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"How about no, I'm not doing what you tell me to do." I reply loosening his grip on me.

"Leave her the fuck alone you fucking bastard, she doesn't want to be near you and to be honest I don't so I suggest you leave here now and you don't go near her again." Harry shouts pushing Tom well away from me.

"How about you leave her alone or else." Tom snarled getting closer to Harry. At this moment in time I want to stop them before they like kill each other but I know he will hurt me and I can't really run becuase I'm slow and I don't just want to stand here like a tit. So I am going to slowly walk away.

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