My Protector

Chapter 1

**Jasmyn's POV**

I pulled my long brown hair over my shoulder as i danced with some random man at the club, he looked about 20, tall, average build, brown hair.

"Lets go somewhere else" he called in my ear over the loud music playing. Confused, i looked at him as he grabbed my wrist, dragging me through the crowd of sweaty, grinding people out the back door of the club.

"What, what are y-you doing?" I questioned in my drunken state as he violently pushed me against the wall, leaving a trail of kisses up my neck. I tried my best to push him away but he wouldn't budge, only held me tighter.

"Stop" i managed to call out but he continued, gripping the hem of my tight black dress that reached just under my bum, pulling it up over my hips and let out a small laugh, sending shivers down my spine. I was pulled out of my drunken state as tears threatened to spill out and i swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Please, dont" i cried out as he slapped my face, my cheek immediately feeling the burn. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear and disgust, preparing myself for what i was to deal with next, something i have never done before, let alone be forced to.

In a brief second, i felt the man being ripped from me and a loud bang, i opened my eyes, there standing over him on the ground was another man, punching him in the jaw, one after another, i took in his features quickly, brown curly hair and what i could see, green eyes, tall, muscular build, covered in tattoos, quite attractive, he looked familiar but i couldn't quite put my finger on it, who this boy was, but i will need to thank him later.

"Are you okay?" He stood up next to the unconscious man on the ground, worry clear on his face.

"Yeah, yes i am, thankyou so much" i wiped my tear stained cheeks, pulling my dress down. I stepped towards the boy "do i know you?" I questioned, looking up into his eyes, wow this boy was tall.

"Im Harry" he said nervously with a strong British accent, looking at the ground.

"Im Jasmyn" i say, unsure of whats going on

"I know" he simply states, "we go to the same school

Thats where ive seen him, images of Harry walking around by himself flood my mind, now i remember who he is

"Do you have any way of getting home?" He questions me, taking me out of my thoughts

"I um, no i dont, my friend brought me here but left a while ago" i began to sob again quietly

"Hey its okay, ill take you home" he says trying to comfort me

"I dont want to go home Harry, i dont want to face my mum like this" i cry more

"Well, you, you can stay at mine, only if you want, i mean im just offering" he stutters, making me smile

"Is that okay with your mum?" I ask, happiness filling me, i wont be on the street, alone at night

"Shes out of town, im alone for the week"

"Alright" I follow him to his car as he opens the door for me, i thank him as he walks around the car to the drivers seat

"Can you drive tonight Harry?" Worry fills me, what if he's drunk

"Im sober tonight" he chuckles "your safe with me" comfort fills me with his words

The drive to his house was silent, but a peaceful silence, we pulled up at a big 2 story house. He opened the door and i followed him inside to a lounge room as my feet padded on the hard wooden floors.

"You can sleep in my bed, ill take the couch, i have some shirts if you want to sleep in one" he says, showing me upstairs to his bedroom "the shirts are in the top draw"

"Thankyou" i say simply, walking up the stairs, opening the door, i stepped inside and looked around, posters of bands that i couldn't recognise covered his walls, while a giant, white bed sat against the window, filled with probably 10 different pillows. I walked over to Harry's dresser, opening the top draw and taking out one of his tshirts, peeling my dress over my head and sliding on the shirt, it was long, reaching my mid thighs.

I hopped back down the stairs to see Harry on the lounge watching tv, covered in a blanket. I felt bad seeing him give up his bed for me and taking the lounge instead.

"Harry? Come and sleep with me" i said, unsure of myself

He turned to me, confusion in his eyes "you sure?"

"Im sure" i smile at him as he stands off the lounge, wearing nothing but boxers, i couldn't help but stare at his toned torso, and that V line. Harry awkwardly coughed, taking me out of my trance as i felt my cheeks heat up, turning and walking back up the stairs to Harrys room.

I layed down, Harry lying far away from me on the other side of the bed, being respectful i guess. I slid over closer to him, burying my head in his chest and wrapping my arm around him as he tensed up but easing himself immediately after. For some reason i felt safe with him, i felt like he was, my protector?

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Okay so this chapter seems a little boring but i promise it will get better soon, this is just a little bit of an intro i guess, but heres my new storyyy, My Protector, i hope you all like it :)) share with everyone? On twitter and such it would mean the world, thankyouuu x