James is honestly too good to be true, its like all of this is a dream and I could wake up any minute. He makes me so happy its unbelievable. He'll do the sweetest and most quirky things that make me laugh every time. He's the most thoughtful person, he's somehow managed to learn everything I'm comfortable and not comfortable with and adapted himself to it. Almost everything he does is just to make me happy and the feeling is amazing. I've never been more comfortable with someone. I fully trust him.
I see styles walking up to me and I immediately stiffen up. If theres anyone James absolutely hates its styles. He's the definition of a flirt and a play boy. Styles is someone who is known for 'scoring chicks' or getting laid and apparently I was on his wish list. I hadn't known about this until Charles told me to stay away and thats when I actually started to notice it. He's charming, mysterious and all those things that sum up a play boy but the only thing i'd ever seen with styles was a friendship. Maybe Its because Im so invested in James but all I know is that at this very moment I am not interested and I want to make sure styles knows that.
" Hi Emma, hows it going?" Styles says, stroking my arm. I abruptly shrug his arm off and say," absolutely perfect actually , things with James are swell. " I bark out in the most polite way possible. " Oh thats good. I wanted to know if you want to grab dinner today and then come over to my place" he says cheaply completely ignoring my stern look. " Theres a lot we can do there " he winks shamelessly. Just before I yell at him or go ahead and slap him across his face for that matter, I see James standing behind styles tapping on his shoulder urging him to turn around. Im about to burst out laughing at the sight in front of me. James is towering over styles , making him look like a middle schooler but I hold it in. Styles isn't short, its just that James is a six foot giant. " No buddy she isn't going anywhere with you . Wanna know why? Because she's my girl. " I smile to myself when I hear James call me his girl after which I slowly walk towards his and tug at the hem of his t shirt as always and hold on to his hand. I whisper," come on baby its not worth it. " James is about to turn around and walk away with me when styles retorts saying . " Aw jammy boy, we can share, can't we?" I see James clench his jaw and I tighten my grip on his hand as I try to drag him out away but that sentence has him triggered, he stays put. James lets go of my hand and before I know it he's swinging his balled up fist right at styles' face. I gasp as styles falls flat on the ground and holds his bloody jaw with anger. He gets up to fight back but by then a group of people had gathered around , the boys were pulling James and styles apart. Separating the two boys who now resembled angry bulls and stopping the fight.
James is shaking his injured hand off and I notice his busted knuckles. " Why did you do that! We could have just walked away." I say baffled "walked away and let that prick get away with objectifying you like that? I don't think so." James says while gnawing on his bottom lip with anger, looking at no one in particular. Just not at me. I understand where James is coming from, its justified that he got protective but I really don't want him getting into fights because of me. " James look at me." I say as I place my palm on his heated cheek, making him face me. When I look at him I see anger and frustration so I say," baby its okay, I'm okay. Styles isn't worth it just let go. I'm here, with you. " at this particular moment I see James let go of his brave act and his eyes tear up " I just can't stand the thought of loosing you or anything bad happening you. I want you to be with me. I want you safe. " he says and a few tears come trickling down his face against his wishes. I quickly wipe it away because I know how much he hates looking vulnerable and say to him with a smile," thats what I feel with you jammy, I feel safe. "
