Her Fragile Heart

The Jealous Type

the song for this chapter is something that we're not by demi lovato. her songs are perfect for relationship problems, lol they relate. I chose it because who ever is at the door thinks him and selena are 'something that they're not' lol

chapter 3

I walk to the door. "hello." I say. "uhm, hi selena." he greets. For the love of God not him! "uhm, hi Justin." I respond and walk out closing the door behind me. "Justin, what do you want?" I ask. "I want you, I want there to be an us again." he says. "should of thought of that before you sucked that girls face off." I explain. "I know and I'm so sorry! please forgive me." he begs while pulling a strand of hair behind my ear, I stop him. "Justin, uhm I can't forgive you and even if I could, I'm taken." I state. "selena, I know you, you're not taken, you just want me to think that." he replies while leaning into me crashing his lips to mine while I push him away, then slap him. Harry comes out. "Justin get off!" I yell. "what's going on out here?" Harry asks. "nothing." I respond. "I was just telling Justin that I'm taken." I say. "go back inside selena." Harry tells me. I nod and head inside. whats gonna happen?

Harry's P.O.V.

I make selena go inside because I need to have a little chat to Justin about stealing my girl. "you need to stay away from selena, whatever history you have is over." I state. "chill out dude I didn't know she was serious. But let me just tell you, she is still mine and will always be mine." he fires back. I'm so pissed at him right now, he is basically saying he will steal selena back. I just walk back inside. "Harry I didn't do-" I cut her off. "I know and I believe you." I tell her and walk over to her and embrace her. she then leans in to kiss me but stop her because of the guys staring at us with big smirks. I look over to the boys she following my gaze, and backs off. "No! No! please continue." Louis says. "yea, continue your makeout session you had earlier." Liam says. we shake our heads no and backoff, all the boys groaning in disappointment. we both laughed. its 6 o'clock and I'm tired of watching movies. "Harry?" I get his attention. "yea, baby." he responds, since when does he call me baby? "First, since when do you call me baby? and second, I don't want to watch movies like we do every night." I say. "since now, and, want to go to a club instead?" he asks. "No! no club!" I say. "why not?-oh, you've never been to a club have you?" he says in realization. "have you ever been wasted?"

"no, to both those questions." I reply. "oh then you are definitely coming."

"No! I'm not going!" I yell. "why?" he asks. "because...I have nothing to wear." I say convincingly. "come." he pulls me to go to the car and takes me to a mall, we stay there for an hour choosing dresses for me. choices are, a black strapless mid-thigh dress that is quite snug with a sweetheart neckline with gems or a ruby/bright red spaghetti strap dress also at my mid-thigh. "ok, I say black with gem neckline, and can I come in there with you?" Harry says whispers the last part. "I choose none, pervert!" I say. "well, you are getting both and you're wearing the black one tonight." Harry states. he grabs some other stuff but I'll worry about that later.

*at my apartment*

"let's ask the boys if they want to come." I say. "yea sure the boys could get some girls instead of being single." Harry responds. "guys can you come here for a sec?!" Harry yells. "No! we're busy!" Louis yells back. "one sec." I tell Harry. "BOYS! IF YOU DON'T GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS'S THEN TAPE YOU TO THE FUCKING WALL! THE LAST ONE HERE IS GONNA GET A SERIOUS ASS KICKING!" I scream then hear a bunch of shuffling then the four boys coming in one at a time, Liam is last, he walks in with a frown of defeat. "ok, you guys wanna go to a club?" I ask the four scared boys, they nod. "ok, get to the car in five minutes or I'll do what I threatened to do before." and with that they all run out of the room. "and that's how it's done." I smirk at Harry who looks just as scared as the other boys. "ok, put it on." Harry demands. "no." I reply. "put it on, please." he pouts. "fine, but only because you're extremely cute when you pout." I state. he smiles a cheeky smile expecting a kiss. "put that cheeky smile away and turn around so I can change." I demand. "no, I will not turn around." he responds. "Harold Edward styles, turn around so I may change." I say in a British accent. "yes, ma'am." he says. I turn around just in case he gets any ideas. I undress and slide the dress on and tell Harry to zip me.