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Chapter 19: Don't ask

I sat there at the fountain and tried my best to keep myself warm. How could this have happened? Jake was the sweetest kid I ever knew. How could I have caused him to act this way? It was crazy. He was crazy. I officially made a mess of my life. Thanks universe! You're a big help!!!!!
"Jess?!"
I turned around and saw Harry sprinting toward me away from his car. Now to explain this to him. To all of them. This was not cool.
He reached me and I stood up. "Are you- what the hell?!" He grabbed my face and examined it. The worry in his face was refreshing. Then it turned to angry. His eyes were dark and his jaw clenched. "Where is he?" Harry slowly asked.
"Please. I just wanna go home." I begged.
I could see in his eyes that he was contemplating whether or not so say no. He exhaled and wrapped his arm around me and led me to his car.
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"I'm gonna go upstairs and change real quick. Just have a seat." I slowly walked upstairs and into my room.
Harry was obviously upset. The car ride was quiet and awkward. I should have called one of the other boys. I didn't know why but even though I dreaded to call Harry, he was the only one that was on my mind. I grabbed my oversized smurf shirt and my black sweat pants and put then on. I looked in the mirror. I had a scratch on my head and another few on the back of my left arm. My fist still hurt. I was a mess.
"Hey."
I turned around to see Harry standing in my doorway.
"Just wanted to see if you were okay."
I nodded. I actually was okay. It wasn't a big deal. I knew Harry thought so but it wasn't. I was fine. I just wanted to forget it happened. "Thanks for picking me up. Marie didn't answer when I called."
He walked into my room. "You're welcome. Are you gonna be okay?"
"I'm gonna be fine. You should see the other guy."
He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I'm sure you left him a mark."
I looked down as I recalled what had happened. I didn't know how it happened. It was something I never experienced before. I hated this. I hated feeling this way. I felt like my whole life was spiraling. I couldn't stop it no matter how hard I tried to.
"What happened?" He startled me from my thoughts.
"I don't know. We were fine for a minute. The next..he was so angry and I slapped him for something he said so he slapped me back. Guess I deserved it."
"No Jess you didn't deserve it. He shouldn't have put his hands on you at all. Even if you hit him first."
"Yeah well... It's nothing. I just wanna forget about it."
"I can't believe him." He muttered through clenched teeth.
"Just calm down. It's not-"
"A big deal?!" He interrupted me. "It's a big deal Jess! He hurt you!" I could see the redness stinging his eyes. Why is he this upset?
"I'm okay. See? I'm perfectly fine," I tried my best to sound optimistic. I could see he wasn't believing it. He was pissed and I could tell he was going to rant about this on and on again.
"He put his hands on you. I can't believe he even thought he had the right. Honestly..."
I just sat down and listened to him complain.
"What kind of an asshole does that? I'm gonna kill him."
I groaned. "No you're not!"
He stopped in his tracks. "You actually forgive him? After what he did? You still have feelings for him? I thought you were-"
"What? Smarter than that? I can deal with Jake."
"You're not talking to him again."
"Harry you can't tell me what to do." I needed to lye down. "And no I don't forgive him." I whispered.
Harry knelt down to and grabbed my hands with his which stung a little. "I don't understand why anyone would do that to you..."
I stood up and went to the mirror. "Yeah, well, no ones perfect." I grabbed one of my alcohol pads and rubbed it on the scratch on my head. It already closed so it didn't sting like I thought it would.
His hand grabbed mine and lowered it down. "You are."
I turned around and we were face to face. Closer than we ever have been this entire time. "Far from it."
He cupped my cheek and suddenly, the sting was gone. He leaned in and I tried to breathe.
I didn't want him to kiss me. Not after what had just happened. I couldn't handle two guys I have feelings for in one night. I backed away a little. "Harry.."
Instead of kissing me, his lips found my forehead and he planted a soft kiss on it.
I closed my eyes as the familiar sweet gesture sent a warmth into my body. "Harry. Why are you doing this to me?" My eyes were still closed.
His lips were still on my forehead. I missed this. I needed this even though I knew I shouldn't. His lips left my forehead and suddenly I felt cold. "You should get some rest." He walked toward the door and I could just picture him leaving here and leaving me again and for some reason I couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't.
"Harry."
He turned around but I didn't say anything. "I'll stay with you." He tried to read my mind but that wasn't what I wanted. "I'll be downstairs."
I just nodded and ignored what I actually wanted and got into bed and relaxed my body. It would be a miracle if I could actually fall asleep.
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A couple hours in and I wasn't asleep. All I did was toss and turn and fry my brain by trying to fall asleep. I tried so hard to just clear my mind and go to sleep. Nothing worked. I just laid there with hundreds of things scanned through my mind. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. It was hot and the blankets kept itching me like crazy. I kicked my sweatpants off and almost took my shirt off atleast 10 times. I was way too frustrated for bed time.
I trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen as I searched for something cold and good to drink. I wasn't in for water. I needed some thing with fruit. I grabbed the glass pitcher of orange juice from the top shelf of the fridge. The cold air felt good against my skin. I poured myself a small glass and took a swig of the orange juice before I turned around and opened the fridge again.
I turn around to see Harry leaning up against a wall and staring at me. "Are you okay?" I examined him and his demeanor. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and his hair was jumbled up a little. He looked gorgeous, even tired.
I forgot he was here. I realized I was staring too long. "Just thirsty." I grabbed onto my shirt and tried to pull it down as much as possible to cover my partially naked half.
His eyes found my legs.
"I'm gonna go to bed now." I grabbed my glass of orange juice and headed for the door only to be stopped by a pair of hands on my waist. I stopped moving. Harry's breath was got on the skin of my neck.
"Let me have that." He grabbed the cup from my hand and it disappeared from my sight. "Remember the first time we were in this position?" He whispered.
"Yes.."
He turned me around and backed me up against the fridge. "Are you gonna tell me that this wouldn't be a good idea?" His lips touched the skin of my neck. The feeling of his familiar lips felt amazing on my neck.
"Not this time."
I grabbed him and brought his lips to mine and finally got that kiss I've been wishing I had for over a year now.
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