I put on my black hoodie and white skinny jeans. I pulled my hair into it's usual curly ponytail and put on my converse. As I stepped outside I was greeted by the crisp autumn air. I took a deep breath and began my walk towards hell. I admired the foresty scene around my house like I did every morning. The fallen leaves crunched under my feet, and the ones that haven't fallen were bright colors of red, orange, and yellow. Fall has always been one of my favorite season. I wish it could be like this all year.
"Juno," a voice from behind me said. I jumped and twirled around. Harry was standing right behind me, so I came face to face with his hard chest.
"I-I, uh, uh, um, I" I struggled to make a coherent sentence. His presence twisted my nerves and made my heart speed up. What is wrong with me? I kept my gaze down, staring at our feet.
"Where are you headed?" I could practically hear the smirk on his face.
"S-school," stupid stutter. Why do I have to be cursed with social awkwardness?
"C'mon, I'll drive you," he started walking the other way, but stopped when he noticed I wasn't following him. "Are you coming?"
"Don't you think that'll look iffy if I show up with you?" he sighed and rolled his eyes, coming back to stand in front of me.
"Who cares? Unless you don't want to be seen with me-"
"No, nothing like that. I just, uh, you know what nevermind. Lets just go," I walked in the direction he was before, with him following me. I could tell he wanted to question it, but he just let it go. The walk to his car was silent, but it wasn't awkward silence. He had a very nice car, one of the nicest I've ever seen. "You're car is so cool," I gushed.
"I know," he said with a proud smile as he admired it. I said a thank you as he opened the door for me and I jumped in. He turned the key in the ignition and the vehicle came to life with a purr. He took off down the road.
"This isn't the way to school," I pointed out as he smirked.
"We're taking the long way," he switched gears and the car went even faster. What a showoff, I thought to myself.
"That was so fun!" I exclaimed when we finally arrived at school. "Your driving me everyday," I joked and Harry chuckled. As we approached the front doors, the amount of stares we recieved was immense. I swear every set of eyes was on us. It felt like the moment in Twilight where Edward and Bella walked up to school together, but worse. I hate that movie.
I became very nervous as I accidently kept making direct eye contact with people. I just wanted them to stop staring. I looked up at Harry for comfort, but he seemed just as nervous as I was. Great. I rushed to my locker with my head down, just wanting to get the day over with. Harry went the other way to go to his locker.
I was flipped around and pinned against my locker. Some guy I didn't recognize put his hand across my throat and squeezed it. "Hey bitch. That was my brother your little boy toy beat up. And now my brothers gone missing," he snarled. I felt my feet slightly come off the ground as he chocked me.
"One hell of a brother," I replied sarcastically with a strained voice.
"He tells me he didn't quite finish the job, asked me to do it for him. What do you think little whore? Ready to have some fun?" Stray tears fell down my cheeks. Most everyone had gone to class but there were still some people watching, but to afraid to do anything.
I took a big breath before turning to a girl in glasses. "Go get Harry," I chocked out. She nodded before running down the hallway.
"Oh, you're going to regret that," the guy snarled. "Get out of here! All of you before I kill you to!" He shouted to the few people left and they scurried away. He turned his attention back to me as I was losing conciousness. I saw Harry creep up behind the guy, and relief instantly flowed through me. He put a finger on my lips signaling me to be quiet. Not that I could talk at the moment anyway. Harry was about to attack him, but the guy turned around and delivered a swift punch to Harry's jaw. I slid to ground coughing and sputtering, my lungs begging for air when the guy released me. I scooted out of harms way, clutching my sore throat.
Harry quickly recovered and punched the guy with twice the force the guy used on him. The man fell to the ground and Harry continued punching him in the face and kicking him in the stomach. Harry had such hatred in his eyes. This is the second time I've seen Harry beat someone senseless, and that would scare most people, but it didn't scare me at all. Harry's saved me enough for me to trust him with my life.
Harry grabbed the guys collar and dragged him across out the front doors. "Come near her ever again and I will personally kill you!" Harry's threatening voice bellowed through the hallways. Harry came and kneeled next to me, worry evident in his eyes.
"Take me home please," I said with the little oxygen in my sore lungs. Harry nodded before picking me up bridal style and carrying me to his car.
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I picked my lazy butt off the couch when the doorbell rang. I threw my legs off their current position on Harry's lap, who was watching Final Destination with me. I swung the door open, and standing there were two very serious officers.
"Can I help you?" I asked, pulling on the ends of my hoodie and crossing my arms as the cold autumn air blew through the open door.
"We have many students claiming that you were attacked. May we come in?" I hestitated before nodding and stepping aside to let them through. "Is it true. Were you attacked?"
"Yes," I answered dully.
"Do you personally know your attacker?" I nodded. "Can you describe your attacker for us please?" One officer held out a pen and paper and stared at me curiously.
"He was about six two, black hair, dark skin, green eyes," I described to his as best as I could remember.
"Any tattoos or other thing that might help us identify him?"
"He had a long scar across his forehead," I used my finger to trace along my forehead about where it was on the guy.
"Can you tell us exactly what happened?" I explained to them how I was attacked, leaving out the part where Harry beat the shit out of him, instead substituting it for a 'random person' pulled him off me. They asked a few more questions before leaving finally.
I walked into the living room, but the couch was vacant. "Harry?" I called throughout the house. I saw him peek his head out of my bedroom door.
"Are they gone?" he whispered and looked around the hallway.
"Scared of a few cops?" I teased. He rolled his eyes and came out off the room. He met me at the bottom of the stairs.
"So, this is twice I've saved your life, don't I deserve an award?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"What, do you want a cookie?" I teased him further. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I lost my breath and my steady heart rate as I looked into his deep emerald eyes.
"How about a kiss?" He whispered, his warm breath fanning my lips.
"How about no," my eyes shifted from his eyes to his soft pink lips. But I badly wanted to kiss those perfect lips. His lips lightly brushed mine, and my stomach twisted and turned.
"C'mon, love. Just one kiss," he whispered huskily. My breath came out skaky. "I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes," he smirked. He's right, I do want to. Our lips connected and a jolt of electricity shot through my body, causing me to shutter. Harry pulled my closer by my hips and I fisted his curls in my hand. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
"I can't do this," I said and pulled away. I put my hands on his arms and pulled them away from my waist.
"What's wrong?" He asked and furrowed his eyebrows together.
"N-nothing, I-I just need...." I trailed off, racking my brain for a liable excuse. "I just need some sleep," I said and sighed. I ran up the stairs, leaving Harry there alone. I shut my door and sat in my bed, drowning myself in the warm blankets. I heard the front door open and close. I had been attacked twice in one week, I can't just go around pretending it never happened.
I threw the blankets off and walked to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and gasped. Dark purple and blue bruises covered my neck, in the shape of fingers almost. Don't know how I'm going to hide that from my mom. I just won't come out of my room. Not like I was planning on it anyway.
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Thank you for the reads! I feel like this chapter kinda sucked.
