one day » hendall

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*Harry’s POV*

“I’m done talking to you man. Just don’t text Alex.”

“Don’t touch Madelyn.” Her real name sort of bothers my tongue; Mads is what I always call her.

“I won’t touch her. But you’re not keeping me away from her. I do whatever the hell I want.” He says unlocking his car door and closing it before I can get a word in. I groan loudly and decide that I can’t leave Mads alone in her room like that and drive away. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.

I wait till Zayn’s car is gone before I walk back in. I sigh and check her bedroom to see her on her side looking the other way.

“Mads…” I whisper and notice she jumps at my voice.

“What?” Her voice is cold, like I’m bothering her.

*Madelyn’s POV*

I see the curly haired boy his first few buttons are unbuttoned, his swallows wings are poking out. I lean away; I didn't want to be around anyone.

“Mads… Are you okay? Did he touch you?”

“No, I’m fine.” I shrug. It’s bothering me. The only reason the guy wanted to hang out with me was to get back at Harry. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

“You are?”

“Yeah.” I suck in bottom lip. I was crying but I tired my best to hide it when I heard the front door open.

“Were you crying?”

“Harry… Just.” I climb out of bed and sigh walking out of the room and going to the kitchen. I grab for a glass cup. Where the heck are my parents? I hear his footsteps walking through the hall and he sees me in the kitchen.

“Were you going to stop him?” He asks hesitantly.

“What?”

“Like… He was going to do more to you.”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“Mads you’re oblivious to what his plan was. He was going to have sex with you.”

“So?”

“So…” He furrows his eyebrows.

“It’s just sex. You have it with random girls all the time too.” I sigh and sip my drink.

“You don’t deserve that though. Your… first time.” He whispers quietly, “Should not be out of spite of his jealously.”

“Well it’s not like anyone else is interested in it anyways. Might as well just give it to anyone.” I’m tired, really tired. I don’t really know what I’m saying.

“No, Mads. Stop talking like that.” He walks towards me and grabs my wrist. I sigh and allow him to and look at him.

“He was only coming over to make me jealous because I was out with Alex. He likes Alex… I saw them walking together one day and I know it bothered him to see me and you talking to her. That’s sort of the reason why I asked her out.”

“You used her?”

“I didn’t use her! I was a gentleman the entire date and I really tried my best… I mean, but yeah. I guess so.” I sigh and roll my eyes at the idea of him just doing that to make Zayn mad.

“But then I realize how much it bothered him when he came here to use you. I don’t think he knows you never had sex but he doesn’t care. He would fucking rub it in my face every time I saw him that he had sex with you. The idea of him touching you makes me infuriated and I don’t want him alone in your room.”

“Why do you care?” I ask watching him. I sigh pushing my arm out of his hold, but he’s too strong.

“I care because you’re the most important person I have. Zayn will sleep with any girl he wants, tell her the things she wants to hear. He’s my friend, I guess. I know what he does. He brags about it all the time to us. But he doesn’t respect you. It would literally hurt me to know that he had sex with you.”

“Like I said… I don’t control the girls you sleep with.”

“Madelyn, stop being so fucking difficult with me. I’m being honest!”

I sigh at his voice rising and the way he says my name. I nod and lick my bottom lip.

“How was your date?”

He furrows his eyebrows, “That doesn’t matter right now. Are you okay?”

“I said I was fine. I appreciate your concern and thank you for stopping him from taking advantage of me. But I’m a big girl, Harry.” I poke at his shoulder with a smile, “I can take care of myself. Now how was your date?”

He sighs and nods, not smiling back. “It was okay I guess. She’s nice. But I’m not gonna deal with her shit if Zayn comes along with it. I don't really see Zayn having to sit on a date and hear her talk the entire time. But whatever.”

I nod and shrug, “You should go home.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Probably out, I don’t know. They don’t tell me anything anymore. I figured they would be gone till morning.”

“I want to stay.”