My Brother's Best Friend's Friend (ON HOLD)

Chapter 24

As we walk to Harry's car, I don't say a word to him or anyone. People just stare at the way his arm holds me close and the way my face shows no expression. Flashbacks of what happened just moments ago enter my mind and I try to hide my face in his side. Am I fucking stupid? Why did I let him take advantage of me? I could have avoided all of this if I wasn't jealous of Harry being with Ashley. Am I really that low? I shut my eyes and let Harry help me walk to his car. His scent puts me in a trance that I don't want to escape.

"Alex, what's going on?" I hear Ella ask but I don't look up to face her.

I can feel Harry shaking his head as though he is trying to say, "Leave her."

"Alex?" I hear Chase.

Shit. This isn't going to go well.

"What are you doing with her?" Chase asks Harry, a hint of jealousy and anger in his voice.

"Fuck off," Harry tells him. I can feel his hands grip my waist tightly and I stay silent, not telling him how much it hurts.

Suddenly, I am no longer in Harry's arm. Harry begins to throw punches directly at Chase and I watch in fear. His fist connects with Chase's jaw and soon he falls to the ground. Harry straddles him and continues to punch him, even when the blood is visible. Why am I just fucking standing here?

"Harry, Harry please stop." I beg, grabbing his arm. His arm slows down and he no longer has the energy to continue. I help him stand up and he hugs me. He whispers something against my hair but I don't understand what he is trying to say.

Harry leads me into the car and opens the door. I sit but my legs remain outside the car, wanting to talk to him but no words come out. He crouches down to my level and gently touches my cheek. I look up from the ground and his kind, soft green eyes meet mine.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks.

I don't answer. I can't answer. I am lost for words and am afraid of the way he beat up both Chase and Rick. My gaze travels down to his lips and I see him slightly take his bottom lip between his teeth. I look back up to his orbs and he tries to give me a small smile to calm my nerves. I turn around and face forward, no longer wanting to look at the boy that has caused harm to those at the party. My door shuts and soon he sits besides me as he turns on the car. I look out the window while he drives and silence fills the car.

"Where are you taking me?" I finally speak up when I notice what road we are on.

"Your house,"

There are two separate routes; one to my house and one to Harry's. Two choices I can make. Do I want to make my parents happy, or do I want myself to be happy?

"No," I answer a minute later.

"What?" He asks confused.

"I-I want to go... With you." I tell him. He looks at me and I feel my pulse quicken.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Harry admits.

"Please," I beg. I sound like an idiot begging to him. "We need to talk."

"You have school tomorrow." Harry says. Wait, is he trying to say he does want me to go and wants us to talk but the thing in the way is that I have to go to school?

"I can ask Ella to pick me up," Am I really doing this?

"What about clothes?"

"I can get some from her house tomorrow," I answer and he nods, making a left turn.

If I wanted to make my parents happy, I would have told him to make a right but I'm tired of trying. It's time to do what I want and to stop being afraid. If Harry is what makes me happy, they will just have to accept the fact that it's him and not someone else. I hold back the urge to reach out and grab his hand and tell him that I missed him. To tell him that he's all that has been on my mind.