No one is seeing this coming!
Look out loves!
BTW I LOVE BEING A DIRECTIONER!!!
WHO ELSE LOVES 'JUST CANT LET HER GO'?!?!?!?!!?
Sweet Lord!!
Okay enjoy my double update/extra long chap!
P.S updates will be a little further spaced due to school starting on the 15th xP Plus then I have to update "Enemies with Benefits: Freshman in Training" So...yay.
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Two pancakes and a dress later, I was almost ready.
I was redoing my hair that dad messed up.
I struggled to pull on my flats as the doorbell rang.
I leaned against the wall and opened the door with one hand, putting on my shoe with the other.
“Ready?” Harry twirled his keys in the air.
My breath hitched.
He was wearing black skinny jeans, and a blue (see-through) dress shirt that had enough buttons undone to tell he had two bird tattoos across his chest.
Oh sweet Jesus.
“Y-Yeah.” I stuttered.
This made his smirk grow.
I followed him out.
Black Range Rover. Nice.
Harry held open the door.
Okay he was definitely being a kiss up but it was kinda cute.
I slid in.
Harry slid in and drove off quickly.
It was a change that’s for sure.
We stopped at a red light.
“So…can I hold your hand?” he looked at me.
“You mean you’re asking?” I laughed.
“Yeah um, I guess I am.” He chuckled.
“Well no you can’t. But respectful of you to ask.” I smiled. "Plus I said no touching." I added.
I guess you’ve got to teach the bad boy boundaries eventually.
He parked.
That was quick.
We were way early.
“Come on. I want you to meet a few people.” He smiled.
“What?” My eyes went wide.
“My friends.” He pulled me up.
I gulped.
I didn't want to meet the bad boy's friends. Especially knowing he felt me up only less than 24 hours ago?
Shut up Emily you liked it.
Did not!
The more we walked the more anxious I got.
He had a gang. I’ll bet anything.
“Don’t be so nervous. I won’t let them hurt you.”
I gulped. That made me feel better...note the sarcasm.

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