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

Chapter 13

The knocking continued profusely. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was only half six. I thought Harry said seven.

"Okay, okay I'm coming. Calm down!" I insisted as I shuffled over to the door in the new heels I was still adjusting to.

I slowly opened the door, looking at the floor so I avoided Harry's reaction to seeing me 'all dressed up.' I heard him clear his throat, I rose my eyes to look at his face.

His hair was back off his face, his green eyes burning wholes into my skin, his plump pink lips slightly pouting as they lay in their natural position. I looked at what he was wearing. Black dress shoes, black dress pants that hung a little low on his hips with the help of a belt, a crisp white shirt and a black blazer.

I felt a hand brush mine. I looked down to see Harry intertwining our fingers. Just as I was about to smack some sense into myself and pull my hand back, Harry spoke.

"You look beautiful." He said in a raspy tone. My breathe hitched in my throat.

Our eye contact was so intense, I was completely mesmerised by his green-forest like eyes. I broke our stare and looked at his lips instead.

I forgot how to breathe when he started to lean in. I panicked and froze until my subconscious kicked in 'Don't let this happen you idiot, take control!' She screamed at me.

I took a step back and yanked my hand from Harry's hold. He looked at me with a confused look then his expression became unreadable, emotionless even.

"Let's just get this over with." I snapped at him, walking past him and down the stairs.

I heard his footsteps close behind me. I reached the bottom of the stairs and continued walking down the hall. The Grandfather clock at the end of the hall read 6:40.

I suddenly stopped walking and turned around nearly causing Harry to walk straight into me. Seriously, he was that close? Has he ever heard of personal space?

"You said seven." I stated.

"I did." He answered, as if to say What's the problem?

I pointed at the clock. Harry glanced at the clock and then returned his stare back down at me.

"I need to prep you before they get here." He told me, now with a more concerned look on his face.

I nodded. He grabbed my hand again and the tingles shot up my arms, waves of electricity flew through my body at the small gesture. He led me to the dining room. A massive chandelier hung low from the ceiling. The room was a deep red colour. A long expensive looking wooden table ran from one end of the room to the other.

He sat me down in one of the chairs. He then sat down in the chair opposite me.

"Firstly," He spoke, very seriously.

"They're probably going to ask you questions, be as vague as possible. Don't give them any information."

"I thought you said they were your friends?" I cut in.

"They are, but I'm not talking about the lads here. The lads, I trust. The girls, well I don't trust them at all. Don't listen to anything the girls tell you, they're idiots. Savannah is okay I guess, but last time I seen her I could already see the others getting into her little head."

"Secondly," He prompted.

"Don't make any enemies. Be as friendly an fair and possible. Don't get into any arguments, and if there is one don't take any sides." He said in a warning tone.

"Thirdly," He continued.

"Don't embarrass me. I have a reputation to uphold and I'm not about to let you knock it down. Be polite, no back chat. I'll do most of the talking, you just need to nod every now and again and you'll be fine. Only talk when you're being talked to, got it?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrow.

"Got it." I answered with a nod.

A knock came to the door, I looked at the clock to see it was seven. My heart rate sped up and my palms started to lightly sweat, I was nervous.

Harry got up to answer the door. Just as he was about to exit the dining room he turned around.

"Oh and lastly, have fun." He smirked. And I wanted to slap the smirk of his face there and then. He knew I was nervous. He could tell.

I sat waiting in the dining room. I heard muffled voices and many footsteps sounding from the hall.

I recognised Louis first as he strode in with a blonde on his arm.

Another couple followed them. A blonde guy with an infectious smile and another dumb looking blonde on his arm.

Another couple walked in. A guy with a brown quiff and hazel brown eyes. And yet another blonde. She looked very intimidating.

Harry then sat down beside me. I noticed someone was missing.

"Where's Liam?" I asked.

Harry firmly squeezed my thigh from under the table. I held in a yelp. Shit! I mentally cursed, I wasn't meant to talk.

"He'll be here in a moment, he said there was a hold up with Savannah." Harry said to me through a forced smile.

"So this is Jessica?" Hazel eyes spoke with a smirk. "I'm Zayn." He introduced himself. "This is Brooke." He introduced the girl beside him.

"Well Jess, you already know who I am, this is my girl Ashlyn." Louis introduced the girl beside him and gave her a peck on the nose, making her giggle.

"Her name is Jessica." Harry mumbled but Louis didn't hear. Little did Harry know, Louis calling me 'Jess' didn't have the same effect compared to Harry.

"I'm Niall." The blonde guy spoke and outstretched his arm across the table. I stood, bending over the table slightly to shake his hand. We both sat back down. "And this is Tammy." He introduced the girl beside him. She gave me a smile and a little wave. How fake.

Suddenly we all heard the front door slam. Liam paced in with a furious look on his face. He sat down on the other side of me.

"What's wrong man?" Harry asked.

I seen yet another blonde strut in.

"Her." Liam mumbled looking at the girl with his jaw clenched.

"Oh Christ." Harry whispered as he took in the girls appearance.

"OMG Sav, look at you!" Brooke screeched, as all three Barbies rose from the table to gather around 'Sav'.

Ohhh so I'm guessing this is Savannah.