The Fighter

Chapter Twelve

* Vanessa's P.O.V. *

"Harry be quiet," I giggle without opening my eyes. I feel him lift me up over his shoulder.

"Harry put me down I'm still tired," I playfully punch his back.

"I don't want you sleeping on the couch all night," he gently puts me on his bed and tucks me in.

"Why won't you sleep in here with me," I pout, causing him to laugh at me.

"I didn't think you'd want me to. But I sleep naked, hope you don't mind," he smirks. He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

"Stop looking at me," he jumps on me.

"You should've have striped in front of me then," I laugh as I pull the covers over my head. He finally gets up and takes his boxers off, then gets under then covers.

I stare at the ceiling as Harry lays his hand on my stomach. I feel him looking at me, but I try not to look at him.

"You're beautiful." He whispers even though we're the only ones in the room.

I look down at him and he's smiling at me. I turn on my side, facing him and tangling our legs. I start trace over his tattoos.

I watch as his eyes close and he's humming songs. I kiss his neck slowly, making sure I hit the right spot.

"I swear Nessa, you've already made me ruin one pair of boxers," he says with his eyes still closes and a smirk on his face.

I gently pull his hair to tease him.

"Fuck." He says as he pulls me on top of him. He smashes our lips together. His tongue slides across my lips, asking for entrance. I tightly close my lips, smiling at him.

"Okay then," he says as he flips us over, making him on top of me. My phone begins to vibrate on top of the nightstand. I answer it without looking at the name.

"Hello?" I say into the receiver.

"Nessa hurry up," Harry laughs.

The person on the other side of the phone hung up, they didn't even say a word. I shrug as I set my phone back down. Harry starts to bite his lip as he looks at me. I'm glad I'm not standing, my knees would probably collapse.

I try to lift up to kiss him, but he only chuckles while shaking his head.

"Harry, please kiss me," I plea with a pouty face. He gives in and slowly trails kisses on my neck, until he reaches my lips. He hovers above them for a few seconds. I quickly stick out my tongue and lick his lips.

Harry cups my face with his massive hands and kisses me sloppily.

"Harry," I laugh.

The bedroom door opens and an angry Liam is standing in the doorway.

"Harry stop," I whisper. Harry begins to moan inside my mouth.

"Harry, Liam's here," I say before he cups my breast. Harry sighs and rolls his eyes before rolling off of me.

"Nessa get into the car." Liam demands. Liam and Harry exchange looks, making it seem like I'm invisible.

"I don't want to go, Liam." I use all my strength to say.

"Well too bad, you're not staying here." he glares at me.

I look at Harry and he nods to me. I reluctantly get out of the bed and go towards the lounge to get my belongings.

"Why don't you have any pants on?" Liam stops me.

"Because they're wet from the rain," I push him away. I slowly make my way towards the door and grab my bag. Harry's bedroom door is closed and I hear them yelling and throwing things.

I run into the room only to see Liam sitting on Harry. Liam raises his fist.

"Liam stop!" I yell as I run over to him.

"Vanessa I think you should go," Harry's words barely come out.

"You should listen to him," Liam turns to me, his fist still in the air. I try to fight back my tears, but I fail miserably.

"Okay... I'll go with you Liam," I begin. "Only if you don't hurt Harry."

* Liam's P.O.V. *

I heard Harry in the background when I called Vanessa, so I immediately knew where she was. I rushed here, furious. I was going to fucking kill Harry. He already knew I wanted Vanessa. She was mine. I had her where I wanted her until I got drunk and fucked Emily. Did Harry and Vanessa fuck? They couldn't have.. Vanessa said she's going to wait for someone she loves. Does she love Harry? He's better than I am, so she could.

"You're lucky this time," I get off of Harry. I saw the pain in Vanessa's eyes. Why does she have to fall for Harry?

I grab Vanessa's hand and walked out of Harry's flat and to the car.

"Why were you there?" I say, not making eye contact. She shifts her body to the window trying to avoid me.

"Vanessa I will pull this fucking car over and go back there. Why were you at Harry's?" I clench my jaw.

"I went to your house and you had a fucking slut there, so I went to the coffee shop when it was raining and he was there, he took me to his flat and lent me this shirt since my clothes were wet, okay Liam? Does that make you happy?" she spat.

"What did you two do?" I regret asking it, hoping they didn't fuck.

"We didn't do anything. Anymore questions? I'm tired." She raises her voice.

I get out of the car as soon as we reached my flat, leaving her in the dark.

"Wait, Liam!" She yells as she runs up to me, I ignore her.

"Liam, why did you leave me last night. I told you it's okay." she looks up to me.

"It's a long story." I sigh.

"You can tell me it," she whispers. I shake my head and guide her into the house.

"Why do you care that I was at Harry's?" she asks.