Chasing Emerald /h.s

Saving Emerald

Harry's p.o.v

God, Em looked beautiful tonight. Although the dress is a little short for my liking and I don't really want other guys to look at her in it. She's truly magnificent. I could hardly recognize her with her natural curls replaced with slick straight hair and makeup covering her face. Although it's supposed to make a girl look better she's merely just as beautiful in sweats and a messy bun.

The car ride was loud with Lily rambling about some guy she thought was good looking.

As soon as we arrived I jumped out of my seat and opened the door for Em. She thanked me and we started following the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and hormones. The party was at full blast with the music pumping and teens puking. I really didn't want to come tonight the only reason I came was that I could look after Em.

I took her small hand as soon as we entered the house. I walked in front of her still holding her hand and making sure she was alright. I looked through the fridge for a drink while Emerald sat on the counter looking down on me. I pulled a cup of alcohol out for myself and took a sip.

"Could I have one please?"

"No, I don't think you should drink tonight," now this made her mad. Her nostrils flared as she glared at me.

"Don't tell me what to do you're not my boyfriend, Harry!" She screamed at me. That hurt a lot. Sure I wasn't her boyfriend but I'm just trying to help her god damn it! She jumped off the table and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She took a swig and stormed off with the bottle in her hand.

Emerald's p.o.v
This annoyed me. Harry always thinking he owns me. He doesn't I can handle myself. I grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a huge sip. The liquor burned my throat but I pushed it down feeling it run through my veins. I
Pushed past sweaty body's on the dance floor and made my way upstairs.

I waiting outside the bathroom door for the person to come out. It swung open to a very drunk Tyler, the boy that beat up Simon. He was about to walk past me when he stopped in his tracks and stared at and like I was a piece of meat.

"Emerald right?"

"What do you want?" I spat, this made him mad probably not the best thing to do.

"You," he said pushing me up against the wall holding my wrists down so I couldn't move. His face was so close to mine and I could feel his hot breath on my lips. His breath smelt like cigarettes and alcohol.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted at him.

"No." he pressed his body on mine while I was struggling to wiggle out of his grip.

He lowered his lips to mine connecting them. I didn't kiss back which made him mad.

"Kiss me you bitch," I felt his body being removed. There Harry stood punching Tyler. His sparkly eyes had turned black and anger was written all over his face.

"Don't you ever fuckin' touch her again!" He screamed at Tyler. I hated him so much but I couldn't just stand there and let Harry hurt him.

"Harry, just leave him?"He turned around and his eyes softened. He dropped Tyler to the ground and came over to me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine Harry, stop worrying about me. Are you okay?" He looked down at his hurt knuckles. "Come let's go sort you out?"

We walked downstairs. My hand in his. When we arrived in the kitchen Harry sat on the counter while I looked through the cupboards for a something to clean the wound. I found some anti infection spray and a bag of ice. I walked over to Harry and stood in between his legs.

"Did he touch you in anyway?" Harry looked so hurt. A tear slid from his sad eyes. I reached my finger up and wiped it with my thumb.

"No, but you have to realize that you won't always be there to save me, sometimes I have to save myself."