My Brother's Best Friend [editing]

Chapter 6

-Waliyha's P.O.V.-

I woke up on Harry. "Shit!" I whispered loudly. I was naked in his arms, with his hand wrapped around my waist. I heard Zayn downstairs.

He's back early.

"Crap," I say, trying to wake up Harry."Harry. Harryy!" I whined.

"What is it?" He mumbled, his head in the pillow.

"My brother!" I said anxiously.

I smacked him on the chest."Whaat?" He mumbled his morning voice so sexy. That wasn't the point right now. I tried pulling out of his grip, but it was too strong.

He finally gets up, rubbing his eyes. I shoot him a worried glare.

"Oh, shit." He says, realizing what it meant. Zayn was heading up to my room to wake me up. I couldn't run out looking like this. "There is some clothes in the closet." Harry speaks softly. I open the door, looking for something, anything. I threw on one of Harry's T-Shirts and his boxers and ran out.

I ran into my room, throwing my wet clothes in the laundry basket. I heard Zayn's footsteps getting closer and closer and then my door squeaked open. I was in bed pretending to sleep. "Waliyha, you up?" I heard Zayn's voice. I was still playing to be sleep. He walked out, shutting the door behind him. 

I heard more footsteps come to my door and it opened. I continued to play to be asleep. "It's okay, I know you're not asleep." Harry chuckled. I popped up from under the covers, breathing out a sigh of relief. I think I should tell him about the messages.

"Hey Harry, can you come here for a minute?" I said, patting the seat next to me on my bed.

"Sure, what's wrong babe?" He said, noticing my pale expression.

"Um.. I have been getting messages." I said lowly, but he heard.

"From?" He asked, urging me to continue.

"My ex boyfriend, Jalen." I let out, slipping out my phone from under the pillow.

I showed him the messages and the note.

"Waliyha, why the hell didn't you tell me?" He said, frustration and worry laced in his voice.

"I didn't know if I should worry you." I whispered, looking down at my lap.

"Waliyha, you could be killed, kidnapped you name it. He knows where you live and he said he's 'coming for you'." He said, with more anger and sternness in his voice.

"I'm sorry." I bit my lip.

"It's okay." He sighed, "I'll take care of it."

Harry and I had just been talking for the past five minutes. "So how was last night?" He asked. I felt myself turning red as I shifted.

"It was really... great." I blushed. He but his lip, kissing my forehead.

"Glad you enjoyed it." He smirked. I got up and walked to the closet, to try to look for something to where. I took slow steps, I was sore.

"Come here," Harry said, evidently noticing my pain. I slowly turn around, waddling back to the bed.

I must look like a fool.

"Are you sore baby, does it hurt?" He asked worried. "I'm so sorry I hurt you last night." He said, grabbing my hand.

"It's okay, Harry. Really." I muttered.

"Let me help with that." He softly and slowly places his hands on my sore inner thighs. He slowly rubs and massages my thighs, easing the pain. It all went away when his hands were on me. He kissed me on the forehead before walking out the room.

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