When We Collide (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry was still worried about me, even though I've told him countless times that I'm fine. Including now.

"Harry, I'm fine"

Harry had driven me home after what had happened so I could change, but after seeing myself in the mirror I needed more than to just change. I had meat in my hair, on my skin and it had started to seep through my shirt, I tried to have a quick shower but the meat was a lot harder to get out of my hair than I thought. I was not walking down to Harry, who was patiently waiting downstairs in the living room.

"If we leave now, we can just make it to out next class," I called out as I walked towards the living room, not being able to see him in there. The only place he'd be, would be the kitchen. I opened the door and sure enough, he was there with food surrounding him.

"Whatcha doing, Harry?" I tried to keep a straight face as i watched him race race around the small kitchen.

"I'm making lunch," he held up what he'd just made with a proud smile on his face, "Tomato and cheese sandwiches"

I couldn't hold in my stifled laughs anymore. I burst out laughing which was silenced when I felt a sharp pain on my side, causing me to wince and grab my side.

"Shit are you okay?" Harry was by my side in seconds, worry all over his face.

"I'm fine, I'm just still sore from, you know,: I couldn't bring myself to bring up my first day because I knew we both didn't want to be reminded of that day.

His hand replaced mine on my aching side while his other hand started to lift the hem of my shirt. I pulled back in surprise, denying his actions. He tried again despite my refusal.

"Jasmine, let me see."

I didn't want to give in but the tone in his voice told me not to agitate him. He slowly lifted my shirt, I know he wanted to see every bruise they caused that covered my body, he looked up at me, silently asking to take my shirt off. I nodded slightly and he lifted the shirt over my head before placing it on the bench beside us.

His fingers roamed my purple spotted torso, tracing over the bigger, deeper purple coloured bruises. He noticed that wasn't like rest, it was rounder, and a deeper purple than the rest. His fingers lingered over it, applying slight pressure causing me to wince and pull back.

The realization was burning bright in his eyes as he realized that the bruise was from himself. Before I could open my mouth to speak, his arms wrapped around my small frame, pulling me into a tight embrace. His face rested in my hair, placing light kisses on my head.

"I'm so sorry, Jasmine," his voice was weak and shaky. He kissed my head one more time before pulling back to look at me. His eyes roamed my face for any sign of rejection from what he was just doing but when there was nothing, a weak smile played upon his lips.

A light breeze blew through the room causing me to shiver. I looked down a noticed how bare I was in just jeans and a bra. I reached out to the stray t-shirt on the bench before grabbing it and slipping it back on. The shirt covered my body and although i wasn't bare anymore, I felt it. I was emotionally bare. I had nothing left to give and Harry could see that. The familiar hot feeling on my cheeks caught the eye of Harry, his thumb roaming my cheek to repeat the action from earlier today.

"Hey, it's okay," the words were hushed but didn't seem to calm me, I wasn't okay and I couldn't keep pretending I was.

"I think you should leave," my eyes refused to meet his and my voice was barely a whisper. He bent down until his face was level with mine. Sympathy was clear in his eyes, I didn't need sympathy. 

"I'm not going to let you push me away."

I looked up at the boy in front of me, his eyes following mine and my every move. I lightly nodded giving into his words and touch.

"Do you want to go back to school?" His voice told me he'd rather stay here, I did too. I didn't have the strength to go back. I shook my head, letting my eyes fall to the ground again. I looked at his sock covered feet and compared the sizes of our feet in my head. His feet were considerably bigger than mine. It was then I noticed the size of his hands, they were able to reach the back of head, while his thumb was still able to stroke my cheek.

A silence drifted between us, it was comfortable but needed to be broken. As if Harry could read my mind he spoke, "Do you want to watch TV?"

I nodded at his request before moving around him to walk to the pantry. I noticed the confused look on his face as he watched me.

"Popcorn," I said as I walked into the pantry, leaving a nodding semi confused Harry. I poked my head out of the door to look at Harry, "Can you go put a movie on? They're in the draw draw under the TV. Oh and take the sandwiches out please"

While the popcorn was in the microwave I got two cups out of the cupboard, filling them with coco-cola from the fridge. Although I wasn't a big fan of coke and whether Harry liked it or not, it was the only drink we had apart from tap water.

The popcorn was taking a lifetime to pop, causing my mind to wonder off to the specific male sitting in my living room. My mind pictured the facial features of the boys. His chocolate brown, curly hair, that was swept to the side over his forehead. His bright green eyes with the light specks in them. His big nose that filled the middle of his face and his lips. The tow thin lines that looked full for his face. The way his tongue would swipe over them while he talked or the way the stick out while he's thinking.

I was brought back to reality by the beeping from the microwave. I grabbed the popcorn and placed the bag on the bench, allowing me to search for a much needed bowl. The plastic bowl I found was placed on the bench next to the bag, ready to be filled with the delicious popcorn.

I made my way out of the kitchen, bowl balancing on my arm and the two cups in each hand. I walked into the living room to see Harry sitting nervously on the couch, with the menu title of Love Actually playing on the screen. My presence was announced when I cleared my throat, gaining Harry's attention. He stood up as soon as he saw me and took the drinks out of my hands, allowing me to hold the bowl before placing it on the table in front of the couch.

We both took a seat on the couch, an amount of space between us that was comfortable; not too close, not too far.

"I thought you hadn't seen it before," Harry said with a chuckle as he pointed to the screen.

"Just because I have it doesn't mean I've watched it," I challenged before continuing. "I could have brought it on impulse intending to watch it, but just kept it in the draw. You never know."

He was surprised with the amount of sarcasm in my voice, but laughed never the less at how stupid it sounded.

"But have you watched it?" He was amused by my previous answer but asked anyway.

"Oh, multiple times." I said as I grabbed my drink off the table bring it to my lips. I felt Harry's eyes on me, watching my every move as I faced the screen in front of us. His watch made a blush creep onto my lips.

"Are you going to push play or what?"

WOW, WHAT'S THAT? A long chapter?!

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