The Fighter

Chapter Seventeen

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*Vanessa's P.O.V*

All day yesterday I have been getting calls and texts from Liam. I sat on Harry's couch as I scroll through them.

"Do you want something to drink? Or eat?"

I looked up at Harry, who was in the kitchen cooking. He looked so cute with his hair pushed back out of his face and a beanie covering the top of his head.

"No thanks, I'm fine." I smile as I look back to my phone.

* Nessa I swear to god if you don't fucking answer me....*

* Where are you? *

* Nessa, it wasn't like that *

"Are you okay, love?" Harry chuckled as he sat next to me, placing his plate on his lap.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just Liam," I shrug, not even sure if its fine.

"You don't have to be here if you don't want to..." He frowns.

"No, trust me, I do." I try to convince him and myself. I don't know whether or not if i want to be with Harry or Liam. Liam doesn't respect me like he should, and he's been with plenty of girls. It's like he's the fisher and I'm the fish. He always reels me in, and then he throws me back when he gets tired. He puts all these lies into my head to make me think that he wants me, when he doesn't. Or at least he acts like he doesn't. I can't even see myself in a serious relationship with him. There's so many negative things that could happen. I'd be to afraid to introduce him to my mother. My mother would be ashamed of me if I ever brought a guy like Liam into her house. She wants me to grow up and marry a man that actually has a decent job and a lot of money. She was very strict when she raised me, due to the fact that she was a single mother raising three kids and it was quite a struggle. Liam isn't anything like who she wants me to be with. I don't even know if Liam has a job. I just let him get into my head. I'm believing everything he says to me. I've told him about my childhood, something nobody knows about, only Ariana. I haven't even seen my sisters.

Harry is completely opposite. I can probably tell him everything. He wouldn't change his view of me. He's still be here for me. My mother would probably love him more than she loves me. He doesn't want me for sex, like Liam does. Harry is sweet, his actions towards me are different than Liam's. Harry cares about me, he wouldn't want to pound other guys that talk to me. Unless they wanted me, he would probably want to kill them. The thought of Harry gives me butterflies. There's a trail of goosebumps that form on my body after his touch. He hasn't tried to have sex with me yet. 

I have to stop comparing Liam and Harry. I have to stop thinking about Liam. He's no good for me, he only brings trouble into my life. 

Harry interrupts mt thoughts, staring at me with his cheeky smile.

"Are you okay?" he snickered as he took a swig from his cup.

"Yeah, I was just daydreaming," I force a laugh, hoping it would convince him.

"Of me? Aww babe," he grinned as he leaned forward. He quickly pulled his hand from under my back and tickled me, causing me to laugh and lose my breath. I try to stop him, but I fail and my chest begins to tighten. Shit, my inhaler is at my apartment. I didn't bring it because I didn't think I'd have an asthma attack. I start to wheeze and Harry notices as he takes his hands off my body.