Protected [Harry Styles - AU]

chapter 7

Harry's POV

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Saturday had finally rolled around and tonight was the night I would be fighting.

I have been at the gym all day to train for the day. I wasn't necessarily training for my fight tonight, the guy I'm fighting is a wimp. I was mainly hitting a punching bag because that tended helped me sort my thoughts. I was still uncertain of what exactly happened between Skye and I the night before. It's like I couldn't control myself when I was around her. Thank God I stopped myself when I did, because if I had gotten her on the bed nothing could have stopped me.

I couldn't stop thinking about how she is someone that I can't hurt, I feel like she doesn't deserve to be bombarded with my past shit.

I began punching the bag harder, I was dripping with sweat and my muscles were beginning to feel tired but I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop when I thought about her.

After about twenty more minutes of "sorting through my thoughts" I decided to rest up for the fight later tonight.

I headed into the men's locker room and rid myself of my sweaty garments. I turned on the water and stepped into the steaming water. I took my time in the shower because I still have about four hours till the fight.

When I finally finished I grabbed my stuff and made my way out to my car. The majority of the ride home I kept contemplating in my head whether or not I was going to allow myself to do something about my feelings for Skye.

I finally reached my dorm, still with undecided thoughts. I arrived to my door and felt around my pocket for my key. Of course I had forgotten it again. I knocked and hoped that Skye was inside. Thankfully Skye opened the door. We stood face to face and I saw deep into her blue eyes and I felt something I had never felt with another girl, but I'm not sure what it was.

I tried to get around her but she wouldn't move from the doorway. What is she doing? I tried to push the door open further, but she just stood there with an award winning grin on her face. I shot her a confused look but soon realized that she was about to kiss me. And what kind of man would I be if I denied this girl a quick smooch?

Skye's POV

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I leaned into his touch and he placed his large hands on my waist, pulling me close to where there was no space between us. I couldn't deny the heat I felt when I was with him, it was like my temperature raised every time he touched me.

He slowly leaned down to my height and whispered something in my ear. "Are you feeling this too?" obviously referring to the spark between us. I slowly nodded and bit my lip to keep from smiling.

He moved his mouth from my ear to my jaw and began placing kisses along my jawline until he reached my mouth. His now swollen lips brushed past my lips and it sent chills up my spine.

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we just stared into each other's eyes. After a moment, I planted my lips onto his. Passion was fueling this burning want I had for him right now and the kiss grew very heated.

I think I finally figured out why we had fought so much in the beginning. It was because we had this immense passion between the two of us and the only way we knew how to sort through it was to scream at each other. Now, we have found alternative ways to figure it out.

He walked into our room, while I was latched to his waist, and closed the door shut with his foot. He spun around and pressed my back up again the now closed door.