Saving You Tonight

One Door Closed, Another Opened

A/N: I know I posted a new chapter a couple of days ago but I just had an idea for this chapter and needed to get it out. Plus, the last one was mad short. And just in case you guys want to know, I’m starting a new story soon. I can’t choose whether I want it to be about Louis or Liam so if you have suggestions post it on the board. So, enjoy, Goblins! <3

Harry’s POV

I heard Finny sigh at the other end of the phone. We remained silent for some time; the tension seemed to speak for itself. He decided to be the first to speak up.

“So,” he started. “Thanks for driving Jill home last night.” I cocked my eyebrow in surprise.

“No problem,” I replied. “I just wanted to make sure she got there safe.” The awkward silence returned. “Jill gave you my number?’

“It’s in the phone book.” I nodded “So, I reckon you don’t like me, do you?” I chuckled quiet softly and I think he heard it.

“Your right, I don’t like you.”

“I heard some of the stuff you said to Jill last night. Listen, man, I know you probably like her and who am I to correct you there, right? But, you’re a famous young guy who has a lot of other options, one that don’t already have a boyfriend so there’s no point in being a home wrecker, is there?” I clencthed my mouth.

“I’m not wrecking anything if you don’t let me do it, now am I?” I heard his mood shift.

“What the fuck do you want, you prick? Sex? If you do just say so, I’ll lend her to you for a night or two, man, she doesn’t mean that much to me.” The world stopped when he said that. Instead of being a maniac, I decided to be mature about this and simply communicate.

“Then why are you still with her?”

“A lot of reasons. She’s got a great body, a pretty face, she’s not a bad cook, she lets me do whatever the fuck I want, and she’s amazing in bed.” I squinted my face in disgust. He’s more of a douche than I thought. Fuck communication.

“I don’t want the mother fucking image of you two in my head, so don’t bring it up.” I heard him chuckle.

“Twice a week. Can you beat that?”

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. He continued to laugh. “You don’t deserve her, you bi-polar bastard!” The silence struck us both. This time it wasn’t the awkwardness of the fact that I didn’t like him, or that he underestimated me. This time, we hated each other.

“Say that one more fucking time, see what happens, faggot.”

“Bi. Polar. BASTARD!”

“FUCK YOU!” I heard Jill’s voice in the background.

“Finny?” she started. “Fin, what’s going on?” I hear him throw the phone. He meant to hang up, but I heard everything.

Jillian’s POV

“Finny, wha…” He cute me off

“I was just talking to the mother fucker your cheating on me with.” He pushed me aggressively on to the floor.

“I’m not cheating. What are you-“ It was too late. He was at it. Like always, at first I tried squirming away as I heard his strong hands hitting my head. But, I needed to tell him something. So this time, I used all my strength to pull away and I did. He looked at me shocked. “Finny, this has to stop.”

“Why, you fucking let it happen all the time. What, you suddenly got some courage to stand up for yourself like a real fucking woman?” He screamed at me as his face got closer. I slapped him and breathed in.  He looked at me, even angrier.

“You fucking bastard. I’m PREGNANT!” Everything seemed to go silent. The only thing that was heard was Finny breathing. He threw the phone again. He went to our room and yelled.

“I’m out. I’m fucking breaking up with you, Jill.”

“Finny, but…” I began to cry.

“WE’RE FUCKING DONE! THAT’S IT, END OF STORY!” I went to our room to see him filling his suitcase. That’s really it. He was going away. I went to the living room and began to sob.

About 20 minutes later all his stuff was packed and I was nearly calmed down. He opened the door, carrying his stuff. He took one last look at me. But, He turned away and walked out the door. I was far from calm, I started crying again. I got the phone and dialed the number of someone I really needed.

Harry’s POV

Jillian was fucking pregnant. Finny threw the phone after he heard, finally hanging it up. For about twenty minutes I replayed what I heard in my head. He beat her. Again. She’s pregnant. He’s probably hurting her right now. Just then, I got another phone call from the same number. I picked up.

“It’s not mine. “ I said directly

“It’s Jill.” I heard her say, crying. “Haz, I need you right now. Finny moved out, he’s gone and I need someone more then you even know, please come quickly.”

“Jill, I’ll be there soon.” We both hung up. I got my keys and drove to her house. I searched her name at the door. 1st floor. I was three feet away from her. I saw her door was slightly open. I slowly walked in and heard soft crying.

“Jill?” I asked. I searched and found her in the living room. She looked at me. I was taken aback, for I had never seen someone so vulnerable yet with such strong beauty. I knelt down and held her as she continued to sob.

“I’m pregnant, and Finny’s gone, Haz.”

“I know.” I replied. But, part of me wished I didn’t know any of this.