Protected [Harry Styles - AU]

chapter 18

I'm going to write part of this chapter in Third Person, sorry if you hate it. I just though it would be easier to write since there are so many characters. I won't continue to write in Third Person, it's just for part of this chapter! Thanks for reading :)

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Skye's POV

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The week went by pretty normally and nothing too extravagant happened concerning James. I was still constantly on edge, but being around Harry made it easier. Even though gang members were sending me threats, it was easier to handle with Harry by my side. I know he will always protect me and I trust him with my life.

Not only Harry, but Perrie was with me throughout this past week. I told her about my encounter with James when I got home from my date on Sunday. When I told her, she was almost annoyed, she told me that he would always threaten them but nothing usually happened and that made me feel better.

Classes were pretty easy for the most part, but I was looking forward to the weekend. Harry had another boxing match on Saturday which I tired to talk him out of. It had only been a week and a half since he was hurt by Aaron, but he insisted that he was fine.

It was Friday night and we were going to head to a frat party, as always.

Harry came by our dorm and picked me up. I asked Perrie if she wanted a ride, but she insisted that Zayn would take her to the party.

Once we got in the car Harry spoke up, "Skye, why would you wear that?" he asked pointing to my shorts. At first I was taken aback, I don't mean to be cocky but I thought I looked decent. "What?"

"Those shorts make me want to do dirty things to you." he chuckled and I blushed.

"Harry!" I yelled wide-eyed. You dirty little bastard.

"What? I had to say it!" he defended nonchalantly.

I but my lip to conceal the grin forming on my face, but I failed and looked to the ground with a shit eating grin. "You can't just say that!" I laughed.

"Yes I can," he replied, clearly amused.

The rest of the ride was sat in a comfortable silence while the radio quietly played in the background. "Do you have an auxiliary cord?" I asked because the songs that played on the radio sucked.

"Yeah, it's in the glove box."

I opened the small compartment and pulled out the black chord. I plugged one end of the chord into my phone and the other end to the auxiliary plug-in on the stereo system.

I scrolled through my playlist and decided I would play some Arctic Monkeys. I played Arabella and right as the song started Harry looked over at me. "I thought you would listen to some Top 100 shit or something."

"Oh god no, I can not stand the radio. At all." It was true. There were very few genres of music I couldn't stand, and Top 100 Pop Hits was one of them. It wasn't that the music sucked, it was the lyrics. They were empty and had absolutely no meaning, I like music that makes you think. The meaningful shit.

We spent the rest of the drive listening to the Arctic Monkeys and Harry was softly humming along. It was heavenly and I could have listened to it all day.

We drove up to the party and found our way to our normal meeting place in the house. Everyone was there accept for Kate.

Third Person POV

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Everyone in the group loved Skye, and along with London, she was pretty much the 'newest member' of the group. The only person that failed to show up, as always, was Kate. Skye had her suspicions about her, but didn't think too much about it and kept her opinion to herself.