Jump | H.S.

Chapter 1

"Dammit!" Some guy yells as he bolts upright off his chair.

"I'm sorry, man!" The guy beside him gushes, as he asks the bartender to grab some napkins. I could see the guy yelling at him, because he accidentally spilled his drink on him. Idiots.

I roll my eyes as I walk over to the other side of the bar. I don't normally come to clubs, but I was bored and didn't want to stay home. I can't even believe I actually decided to come here, out of all places. People just annoy me, and I don't really want to have anything to do with anybody.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asks me.

"Jack Danielle's." I raspily order. My throat was dry from never speaking. But why would I speak anyway? No one cares, all they care about is money, sex, or drinks, not you.

"Here you go," he says as he slides the drink towards me. I nod my head in thanks and pick up the glass. I take a drink, and can feel the burn as it goes down. I look around the club to pass time, and can see more people come in. I mentally curse myself for coming here on a weekend, knowing it would be busy.

I glance away from the door to take another drink. Putting the glass back on the bar, I look back at the door, and see a group of bikers coming in. The have a logo on their jackets that says "Road Hogs." I roll my eyes, so original. I had enough of being here. I drink the rest of my scotch, and climb off the bar stool. After paying for my drink, I head over to the door, and right as I'm exiting, I bump into another biker coming in that has a girl at his side.

"Watch it, douche!" He snaps.

"You watch it," I snarl. His nostrils flair and I can tell he's not used to being told anything. He walks towards me, but the girl pulls him back.

"It's not worth it, Mike, let it go." She has an American accent, making me curious as to why she's in London and how she knows these bikers. Her hair is long, wavy and black as ash. Her eyes are like a deep ocean color. She is beautiful.

"You're right, this prick isn't worth it." He spits on the ground, than rather harshly pulls her with him. I can hear her whimper as he pulls her along, making anger grow inside of me. "Shut up," he growls at her.

"Hey, douche!" I mock him, making him stop completely in his tracks. I walk up to him, and get directly in his face. "Don't you ever lay another finger on her, and don't you ever tell her to shut-up," I say with my jaw clenched.

"You think you have a right to get in my business and tell me what to do? I don't think so. Mind your own damn business before I make you mind it for you. Besides, this is my baby girl, and she's mine, so I can do, say, whatever the hell I want to her. Now get out of my way." He squeezes her arm, making another small whimper escape her lips. I can tell she tried to hide it, but I heard it. 

I don't know what made me go off on him, but all I know is that he pissed me off enough as to how he treated her, that I wasn't shy in throwing a punch at his face. I was sick of the way people treated women, like an object, a toy, not like a human being. And as long as I have an opportunity to stop it, I will.

I can tell by the way he stumbled backwards, he was not expecting that. "You shouldn't-have done-that," he breaths as he wipes the blood from his nose. "You have no idea who I am."

"No, you have no idea who I am." His jaw clenches, and he throws his whole body at me, resulting in the both of us, rolling on the floor, beating the shit out of each other. I knocked him way more times then he was able to get to me, and one more punch is all it'll take to knock him out. So, one more hard swing I gave, making him roll off me, unconsciously.

I get up off the floor, and wipe the blood from my lip. I look at the girl, who's eyes are wide, and I can tell she's frightened. I give her a weak smile, but she just moves back a bit, into the crowd. I look away, and walk to the door, thinking that this is all over with, until I hear someone in the crowd yell, "Call the cops!" Great. Just great.

I don't have time to waste sitting around waiting for the stupid cops, so I exit the club and walk to my car. I can hear someone run up behind me, and I think it's someone from the club, trying to get me to go back inside until the cops get there. "I'm not waiting for the fucking cops, so just go back inside." My throat is beginning to hurt from actually talking, and I need to go home and wash the blood off me.

"I'm not asking you to come inside, I just wanted to say thank you, for what you did. No one ever stands up to Mike." I turn around and see her standing there, looking down at her fingers.

"No problem," I reply. "I don't care who he is, he didn't have a right to treat you like that." She looks up at me, and gives me a small smile. I turn back to get inside the car, but her voice stops me.

"What's your name?" My name? I can't remember the last time someone asked me my name. Everyone normally knows it, and I never meet new people to give it away.

"Harry," I reply quietly. "Harry Styles. What's yours?"

"Jumper, Jumper Madison."

"Jumper?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah," she replies with a small laugh.

"Well, nice to meet you." I didn't know what else to say, I beat up your ass of a boyfriend, hi. I don't think that's the top pick.

"You too. Thanks again, Harry."

"Welcome." She turns to leave, but I can't let her go, just like that. "Jumper?"

"Yeah?" She asks as she turns around.

"Umm, here's my number," I say as I pull out a piece of paper from my car and write it down, "Incase you ever need anything."

"Thanks," she says as she takes the piece of paper in her small hands. I never actually took in her figure. She's short, curvy, not scrawny, which I'm glad. She's just absolutely beautiful.

"Bye," I say before getting inside my car, and pulling away. I let out a deep sigh as I drive down the road. I never ever give out my number, especially to girls. But what makes this one so different?

She's innocent, and your instinct is to protect her. I then realize that my subconscious is right. I need to protect her, and I will.