Fight for You

chapter ten

I walked out of my bathroom in sweatpants and a tank top to see Harry sitting on my bed with his head in his hands. His head instantly snapped in my direction the moment I walked out of the bathroom. I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. He stood up and walked over to me and I suddenly became self-conscious about how red and puffy my eyes must have looked from my little cry session in the shower. Harry slowly raised his hand and wiped away a few stray tears that were threatening to fall, being careful of my slightly bruised cheek bone.

"Thank you," I whispered to him. He only frowned at me before replying.

"I should've stopped him from hitting you. You shouldn't have come between us." He said eyes narrowing towards me.

"Neither of us knew what he was going to do," I replied.

"I should have protected you better though."

"It's okay Harry, it's not like you are my boyfriend or anything," I said pulling away as his face formed a slightly hurt expression. I walked over towards my mirror to inspect the bruise more. I could see Harry watching me through the mirror and it made me slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm fine now, you can stop being so chivalrous and go," I mumbled turning towards him.

"I don't want to go," he stated taking a step closer to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked trying not to stutter as the butterflies erupted in my stomach every time he took a step closer.

"I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go," He said emphasising every word. "I meant what I said in the club, I really do like you," He whispered to me as his forehead touched mine.

"Hey Skye, are you o..." Casey trailed off after seeing how close we were standing. I moved away from Harry as he closed his eyes in slight frustration. "I'll um just leave." Casey quickly shut the door behind her as I turned to look at Harry who started to walk towards me again.

"Wait, I can't do this right now. I'm still half drunk and tired as fuck. I just got slapped at a club by my ex boyfriend of two years. To top it all off I really like you too but I can barely think when you're around me let alone when you stand so close," I said gesturing towards the distance that was once again slowly closing between us, he merely smirked. "But, I can't do this right now. I'm too messed up and pretty soon you're going to be leaving and I won't be some one night stand you had in Australia. I'm not that type of girl." His smirk dropped after what I said.

"What makes you thing that I will just use you and leave?"

"Please Harry I've seen the magazines, you're a playboy. You're constantly at clubs and leaving with a different girl every night."

"Maybe you're different."

"Oh please, do you tell all the girls that!" I snapped at him. Instantly his beautiful green eyes hardened at my words making me feel slightly guilty for snapping. I wanted to apologise, but I was stubborn and I was slightly angry at myself for falling for Harry so stupidly.

"I can prove to you that I'm not," Harry said frustration evident in his voice as he tried to stay calm.

"We barely even know each other!" I almost yelled at him. I was exhausted and just wanted sleep.

"Fine, I will pick you up tomorrow morning and we will spend the whole day together just us two," He suddenly said his eyes lighting up before closing the distance between us. He hesitated for a slight second before quickly pressing his lips to my cheek and then he was gone from my room. I stumbled blindly to the bed just wanting this night to be over.