Fight for me Harry

Chapter 3

Hey guys! I can't sleep so I decided to write again. How are you guys liking 'Fight for me Harry'? I kinda picture Jaylynn as Megan fox but with long dirty blonde hair, and of course Harry as Harry styles. I hope you guys are liking it ! Here's chapter 3 !

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"Like on a trip or something?"

"I guess you can say that..." I trail off, keeping my eyes up.

"What's your last name?" he asks

"Why so many questions?" I look over at him

"I don't know, I guess i'm just curious about you" he looks over at me and study's my face as I do the same.

"Why." I whisper, swallowing the lump In my throat from taking in his beauty. His tan skin makes his beautiful green eyes stand out, along with his pink plump lips.

"You're different than the rest. I can just tell.... usually whenever I say a sentence to a girl, they jump In my bed, but you didnt."

"Girls aren't toys you know." I whisper

"I didn't say that." he raises his voice slightly

"It was implied." I state, looking back up to the ceiling.

"Look at me Jaylynn" he commands. I squeeze my eyes shut, keeping my eyes toward the ceiling.

"Come on Jay." He whispers, taking my hand in his, making me flinch and causing my eyes to snap open. The warmth of his hands, are comforting.

I turn my head toward his, and see a smile on his face.

"You're beautiful Jaylynn." he says softly causing me to smile, which I can't control. He slowly pulls my body into his.. I freeze and feel numb under his touch. I look up at him, and notice how close we are. I've never been this close to a stranger before... this kind of affection isn't something i'm used to.

I look down and our tangled legs and begin to feel hot. Too hot. I start to feel everything in my body heat up.

" Are you okay, your sweating ?" he says looking at me. I stare at him in shock as I begin to feel pressure in my chest. My breathing starts to hitch. He's laying there, in shock as he's watching all these affects happen to my body. I push myself away as hard and fast as I can, making him fall off the bed. I run to the window and open it, which causes the cool wind to smack me in the face.

I work on controlling my breathing and to calm down.

"Do you need this?" Harry says from behind me, holding up my inhaler.

I shake my head no and look out into the black sky, filled of stars. Once my breathing is under control, I walk over to my dresser and take out another soccer t shirt.

I turn my body towards the corner of the wall so Harry only has a view of my back and pull my new shirt over my head.

"Holy shit." he slightly yells

I turn around "what?"

"Your scar." he walks up to me and lifts up the right side of my shirt, and points out the long scar starting from my arm pit, to the top of my hip bone. I pull my shirt down, not breaking eye contact with him. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because it's no ones business but mine Harry. Don't worry about it." I say loudly, throwing my sweaty shirt in the hamper and sitting down on my bed. He comes and sit next to me, quietly and carefully.