Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Thirteen

Part Thirteen

"So are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend yet?" Emma asks as we sit in Starbucks.

"Not officially but I feel like we are in that type of relationship."

She nods and looks at her phone. "Have you guys done anything together?"

"What do you mean?"

She laughs and I blush, soon realizing that she is talking about an intimate subject.

"Does he touch you or vice versa? You are obviously googly eyed over him so I want to know."

"We haven't done anything."

She sighs and looks down at her phone again. "Gabby's having a party in two days. You should bring Harry."

"I don't know. That's not really my thing. Plus Harry doesn't like me being around that type of atmosphere."

She raises an eyebrow at me and I smile. "You guys are so boyfriend and girlfriend if he doesn't like the idea of other men seeing you."

I smile and know what she is telling me is true. Harry is always shielding me away from any guy that comes near me. He's done this since the day we met.

"Have you slept with him? Like just sleeping?"

I nod and she smiles at me. Her softness about my relationship makes me slightly glad that she's not pestering me into doing anything more with him.

"What does he do?"

"He's a boxing trainer."

Emma's eyes widen and she stares at me. "So he's got abs and a hunky body?"

"Yes, and a couple tattoos."

She laughs and I sip my hot chocolate. "I have to see that to believe it."

I laugh and try to picture Harry with her and my friends. I honestly don't think he could last a minute with them, constantly asking him questions about sex and other stuff.

"He's muscular and strong. He is hot."

She laughs, never expecting those words to come out of my mouth. I honestly have a side to me that breaks free when I am with my friends, knowing that they make me more comfortable.

"You're lucky because some of the boys we have met in the past don't come close to Harry. I want my own Harry," she sighs.

I can't help but laugh. She seems to daze off, thinking about her dream man.

"You know what, I should get going. My dad needs help in the shop and I should probably go help him."

I nod and she gets up. "I hope you have fun with Harry later."

"And I hope you have fun working in the mechanic office."

I give her a hug and she walks to the door of the Starbucks, leaving me alone in the shop. I sit back down at the table and grab my Pride and Prejudice book, reading it until the coffee shop closes. The barista tells me I have to leave and I pack up my stuff and start to walk down the street.

I make my way up the steps to the front of my building, walking into the lobby and to the staircase. I walk to the second floor and walk to my door, but my silence is soon interrupted by laughing. I turn my head and see Liam and a boy leaving his apartment. But I soon feel my nerves building, my hands shake and I can't open my door.

"Hello little one," I hear Zayn say, seeing his feet appearing by mine as I keep my focus diverted on the key or my feet.

"Beth, I believe your name is," he purrs in my ear. His hand brushes my cheek and I turn my head up to slightly to look at him.

"Liam you didn't tell me she moved in next to you," he smiles, looking down at me.

"I didn't know you knew her."

Zayn's soft brown eyes watch me as I carefully bring my hand to his chest, gently pushing him away. His lips smirk and my nerves clench. I am scared, and to say I am is still a big understatement. I watch as Liam enters his apartment, leaving me stranded in the hallway with Zayn.

"Why don't you and I go and have some fun baby girl?" he moans in my ear, softly kissing my jaw.

"No," I whisper, turning the key but his hand covers mine, shutting the door. He chuckles in my ear and I watch his eyes turn to me.

"I don't take no as an answer baby. Now, why don't you let me in and we can have a night you won't forget, yeah?"

His hand releases my cheek and I bring my hand up, bravely hitting him across his left cheek. His nostrils flare and he shoves me down to the ground.

"You bitch! What was that for?"

"I don't know, why are you stalking me?"

He climbs on top of me and grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. He stares down at me and presses his lower half to mine.

"I'm not stalking you baby girl. I prefer it as getting what I want and you are something I want."

"Well, I don't want you so get away from me."

He laughs and presses his lips to my neck. He starts to suck and I am motionless, his weight and strength overpowering every reflex I have. He pulls down my shirt collar and starts to kiss around my chest.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" I hear Harry yell. I lift my head and see in my faint vision, the curly-haired boy turning the corner to my apartment and running towards us.

I close my eyes and feel his weight being lifted off me. I slightly shift upwards, sitting and turning to see Harry pinning Zayn to the wall, soon standing up. I rush into my apartment, not wanting to see anything that happens out there.

I shut and close my door, running to my bedroom and sitting on the balcony, letting the cold air nip at my skin to rid my fear. I close my eyes and let the cold wind hit my body. I don't know why all this crazy stuff has happened to me, just because I am seeing Harry.

He has a bad history and is just bad blood. Nothing good can come from a boy like him.

I guess I really underestimated him; my mind completely unknowing what I was getting into. I guess my mother was right; he has the potential of hurting me.

But how can someone so caring and safe be so dangerous and bad?

My tank top clings to my skin as I bring my knees to my chest, wrapping the jean clad legs to me, holding myself as if I was breaking. I lay my chin on my knees and look up, searching the stars for the brightest one.

He's up there. I know he is. Somewhere, I know my father is watching me, protecting me and making sure I am safe.

"Don't leave me dad. I need you," I whisper, closing my eyes and letting a tear fall. I have cried way too much the past few weeks and it shouldn't happen. My emotions are a wreck since Harry came to me, some are moments of comfort and some are bad, but I have cried so much.

"I don't know what to do anymore," I tell him, letting every ounce of fear leave my body. I just want him back; I miss my dad and I need to be comforted.

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