Courage°°l.h

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Jazzy POV

Rubbing my cheek on the softness of cloth I snuggle closer as I feel a warm heavy blanket wrapped on my waist.

I hugged the warm blanket to my chest. I smile as I pull the pillow closer to my body, and yanked the warm blanket closer to me.

"Um..." I could hear a raspy voice in my ear. "Luke do you mind waking Jess up? my hand is like close to her boob."

"As much as I would love to shes also on me at the moment, and if you touch her I will kill you-- I will fucking kill you!" Luke whisper--yelled.

"Why the fuck would I touch my sister! That's fucking gross man!" Harry used the same tone of voice.

"Shoosh. my pillows and blankets don't talk." I smile yanking them both closer to me.

I could feel them tense up. Grinning I sit up, "Well boys, I guess you both have been hired." I say sitting on my legs.

"What are we hired for?" harry cocked a brow.

"You two are my new pillow and blanket. I haven't slept like that since before me and Luke."

Luke blushed red as he bit his lip. "So do you know where the key is?"

I nodded moving to the pocket for the cufflinks. bringing them along with me I searched for the key. I draw back my arm throwing the case. Aggravated I yank the drawer where the cuffs once were and throw things to the floor.

"Nothing," throw my hands up as theirs mirrored mine. Clenching my hands to my hair I find a bobby pin. "Yes!"

"What?" Luke questioned.

"Our savior." I held up the bobby pin.

"and how is a hair clip gonna help us?" Harry mocked me.

"Are you mocking me Harold?" I hold up my cuffed hand and unlocked our locks.

Harry put his hands up in defense.

"Yup so if you excuse me, I'm gonna go take a bath." she tapped him on the chest.

∆moving to the bathroom, she examined her scars and bruises that matted the length of her skin, her brown hair was frizzed and battered with blood.

Her skinny jeans were stained with crimson blood, slashes in her pants lined from her pockets, to her knees. the shirt she had on had small slivers of glass etched in the seems.

Her body bruised from the blows, her entire back was lined with lashes from her gliding on the floor through the shattered glass. Sliding her hand through her hair she found blood. "Fuck." she shook her head in protest. "Fuck it." she thought, I don't bleed for long.

Walking into the shower she slides the glass door behind her. letting the hot water hit her, it was good for her, as the blood was shed from her skin.

The crimson liquid seeped from her body as it swirled down the drain.

taking soap into her hand she washed her hair. Wincing at the sharp pain in her head she shook it off. Bracing her hand on the tile she held her had tenderly. "Whoa."

"Oh my god! Jaz?!" Luke opened the sliding door to reveal jazzy about to fall he jumped in clothes and all. Bracing her to him his eyes held fright. "Baby are you okay?" he held her to his chest.

"Wh--What are y--you doing... in... here?" Jazzy gripped tightly onto likes neck.

He chuckles, "You aren't feeling good and that's what you say?"

"Yes that's what I'm saying." she whispered. in his eyes it seemed like she was drunk.

"Its nothing I haven't seen before." He brushed her closer.

She bit her lip out of habit but pushed away, "You have to go." she went to move away and almost fell.

Catching her look held her with one arm and stripped himself of his clothes with the other.

"Mr. Hemmings, getting courage aye?" Jaz but her lip as she took the sight of him in her mind.

"Well Ms. Taylors I take it you like what you see?" Luke flicked his lip ring.

"Maybe." she shoved him to the tile wall.

And slowly crept out the shower. Luke grabbed her swiftly in his arms.

But before he could kiss her she collapsed in his arms.