The Mechanic

THIRTY FOUR

"Come here, angel. Give me a kiss."

I gulped silently, hesitating to move. Not that I didn't want to see Harry. God, I almost jumped on him when I laid my eyes on him but I remembered that Zayn was with me.

I didn't want to be insensitive.

"I'll go back to the club, Jade," Zayn said, giving me a small smile. "I'll tell the others that you're already here," he added before heading to the door. He closed it gently behind him.

I released a breath and looked at Harry. His face was impassive and hard to read.

"Hi," I smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you want me to leave? Seems like I interrupted something," he sid, his jaw tight.

I approached him. "Why would I want you to leave?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his collarbone, inhaling the scent I missed so much. I felt his tensed muscles relaxing before me.

He let out a deep breath. He ran his fingers through my hair. "Give me a proper kiss," he said, his order stern but longing. He gently grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed me towards his lips.

Dear Lord. I missed him so bad. He tasted so good as always.

He pulled away shortly, leaving me aching for more. He licked his lips and furrowed his brows. "You were drinking," he murmured. He obviously tasted the alcohol in my mouth. "You were drinking with Zayn?"

"I just had two beers. And I was with Marty and Leslie, too."

"Where are they, then? Why is it just the two of you?"

"He just walked me here. He accompanied me because a guy grabbed me in the bar."

"A guy did what?!" he grumbled, his eyes turning to menacing slits.

"Jesus, Harry." I placed both of my palms on his chest to stop him from storming out. "Calm down and sit, alright? It's over," I said gently, pushing him to the sofa until he sat down.

"Calm down?!" he exclaimed, very pissed. I sat on his lap and let my fingers play with his hair, then massaged his head very gently, thinking it might relax him a little. "How the fuck will I calm down," he blurted, then closed his eyes and breathed deeply. My gestures seemed to work because his rapid breaths turned slower.

He opened his eyes and stared at me, the dark shadows in them slowly fading as I continued what I was doing. "What exactly happened? Tell me."

"Nothing much, really. A boy just wanted to dance with me and I said no. He got pissed and grabbed me, but Zayn came and helped me."

"Fucking hell, Jade. It's not just nothing," he rambled. "Where did the bastard grab you?"

"Wrist."

He took both of my hands and looked at them. "Christ," he hissed after seeing the reddish marks around my left wrist. "I'll fucking kill him," he said angrily, trying to stand up.

"Hey, babe, stop," I hushed, then completely straddled his lap so he wouldn't go anywhere. "It's over now, alright? I'm okay. Please calm down and just kiss me."

He sighed and stared at me for a moment. "You were hesitant when I asked you to kiss me earlier. Why? Is it because of Zayn?"

"I'm just trying to be more sensitive. I don't want to hurt him more," I whispered.

"Why is he here anyway?" he asked irritably, rolling his eyes.

"Are you jealous?"

"Fucking yes, I am. I don't like it when he's around you. I don't trust him. He once kissed you when you were drunk, Jade."