I'll Protect Her |H.S| *On Hold*

Chapter 8

I was gently lifted from the ground. I leaned my head into Harry's hard chest as he carried me bridal style out of the kitchen.

I was then softly placed onto a couch, we were in the living room. I examined the room, light grey walls, a massive white rug in the centre of the room with a glass table on it, two black leather couches and a love seat surrounded the rug and pointed towards the gigantic flat screen hanging on the wall. I must say ~ this place looked classy.

I looked up at Harry who was standing beside me, his eye brows furrowed as he intently starred at his phone screen.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I quietly asked. I still felt sleepy, I hadn't regained full consciousness.

"I'm calling Louis." He stated, never letting his eyes leave his phone screen.

Louis? Who the hell is Louis? And why is he calling him at a time like this?

"Ugh this fucking stupid phone!" Harry hissed towards the device in his hand.

I opened my eyes really wide and blinked hard a couple of times. I felt the fuzziness leaving my head and my eyes felt alert and awake, no longer heavy. I felt much better. I sat up and stretched my legs while sitting down on the couch.

Harry examined me for a few moments. He was starring at me, although it wasn't a creepy stare, it was as if he was searching for something, communicating with his eyes instead of talking.

He broke our eye contact and walked over to the TV turning it on also turning on another sleek looking device.

He sat down beside me with a black odd shaped remote type thing in his hands. He noticed me starting at it with a confused look.

"I'm playing my Playstation?" He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ohhh." I said as I slowly nodded my head, giving the impression that I now understood - which I didn't.

I watched Harry play the game for a while. Picking up on the tactics he used, which buttons to press and figuring out how the point system works which ultimately decides who wins. Even while picking up on all that stuff, I still got the opportunity to notice how his eyes narrowed when he really concentrated, how he sticks his tongue between his teeth, how he actually leans left and right when he presses those buttons, he was so damn cute.

Harry looked to his left to notice me staring, I immediately blushed and quickly looked away. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. Just when I think Harry is going to call me out on it he says;

"Wanna play?" With his award winning smile.

I slowly nod, unsure of what I should answer with. However, Harry tosses me a remote identical to his. He switches the game to two player mode in the settings.

"Okay, so you're going to have to explain a little because I have no clue." I spoke with a half smile, pretending I knew nothing so that he wouldn't suspect anything and possibly go easy on me. And that's when I would THRASH HIM AND WIN.

Okay so I might have a tiny competitive side.

I listened with an innocent look etched onto my face, pretending not to understand. Harry explained the simple rules of the game and concluded with;

"So basically you just have to kill me with one of your weapons and you win." He said pointing every now and then to the characters on the screen.

3...2...1... BEGIN YOUR BATTLE, the low voice sounded from the screen.

Harry expertly tried to pull some moves but he was too late when I suddenly found the perfect opportunity and pressed the button, to pull the trigger on the gun my character held onto. Shooting Harry's character in the head right between the eyes.

HEAD SHOT, BONUS POINTS, WINNERRRRR, the low voice announced.

Harry looked dumbfounded. HA sucks for him, he just lost to a girl.He starred at the screen for a moment, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging low. He turned to me still holding the same expression.

"Holy shi-" Harry was cut off by the sudden ringing and buzzing coming from the glass table. It was Harry's phone, he picked it up and stood up from the couch.

He looked at the screen and started to walk out of the room. Just before he answered it he turned around and said;

"This might take a while Jess, make yourself at home. Watch some TV or make yourself a cake, I don't know." He rambled on before quickly exiting the room.

My heart warmed at his words. He called me Jess. I loved the way it sounded from his mouth. As much as I absolutely hated it, I had to admit I was having fun so far and I did actually enjoy Harry's company.

He told me to make myself at home. I gave a silent chuckle towards his words. I hadn't felt 'at home' in years. I never really felt at home with Aunt Em, I always felt more like a visitor almost like I was intruding on her life. Home was where my parents were. But they're long gone now.

I'd usually read at Aunt Em's when I got bored but I didn't see any books in this room. Another thing I'd do would be to call Amelia but she wasn't here...

I trudged over to the large TV and switched the Playstation off. I took the TV remote in my hand and lay back down on the couch, flicking through the channels. There was nothing on worth watching.

I decided to watched the news. Yes, this is how desperate I was.

All the blood drained from my body as soon as I seen what was on the TV. The remote dropped from my hand. My jaw dropped too. The tears beginning to form in my eyes clouding my sight slightly.

I heard footsteps as someone entered the room. I turned around to see Harry, my face still pale.

He looked at me, then at the TV, then back at me. He no longer had a sense of calmness and a kind smile on his face. No, happy and nice Harry was no where to be found. Instead he looked angry, very angry.