Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"If You Had Known What?"

A/N: Happy holidays. I'm going to be going through and editing this story, so please bare with me! I love you guys, honestly.

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H A R R Y

It seemed as though my family was falling apart one by one. Everyone has a demon, but some people deserve angels. Janissa was still shaking in my arms. I didn't know how to comfort her, and I am not sure that I wanted to. I wanted her to calm down,  but I don't remember sleeping with her twice last night. All I remember was when I had taken her upstairs after the shower. I'm almost positive that was the only time I was with her last night. I couldn't tell her that it wasn't me, it would absolutely kill her to know she was with another man last night. As if reading my mind, she lifter her head, meeting my eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure it was you?" She quivered. For a moment, only a moment,  I contemplated telling her the truth, that I wasn't sure,  but the single tear that she quickly brushed away was the only conformation I needed to decide.

"Positive. If you were with someone else, do you think I would be here right now." As the lie slid passed my lips, the actual thought of another man's hands on her body made my skin heat. I'd kill him.

"I wouldn't want to be with anyone else." She whispered. "It wouldn't feel right having someone else touch me." I believed her words enough to begin to pull her towards the house. She held onto herself due to the seemingly dropping temperature outside. It must have been below 40 degrees, and she is standing there in nothing but a small top, and jeans.

"There wouldn't be anyone else touching you. In-case you've forgotten about last night already." I laugh, kissing her temple. "I'd kill him." I voice my opinion. Nothing I have ever said held more truth than the words that had just left my mouth. "You're staying with me tonight." I breathed.

"I cant-"

"I wasnt asking." I took hold of her hands, walking her to the table, Liam pushing my plate a food towards her. Jess gave her a warm welcome before getting up to hug her. I made sure she was seated before walking back towards the door. I saw Louis trying to make his way towards me, but I really wasn't in the mood to deal with his punk ass.

"She's not staying with you." Louis breathed, trying to make his way through me. When I wouldn't budge, Louis showed his obvious frustration. "I mean it, Harry. You're nothing but a fucking dick to her." He huffed.

"You need to mind your own fucking business." I demanded, feeling the anger overtake me. Louis stepped onto the porch, bowing up on me, making me laugh. "Are you seriously trying to bow up on me?" I laugh.

"She is not staying with you."

"I'm afraid she is, mate." I smirked, waiting for him to try and make a move. His eyes were hard, and there was no doubt in my mind that mine matched his. Who does he think he is? Coming up to my house, trying to get my girl-... Janissa, to go with him. She belongs here with me.

"All you do is hurt her." He huffs, stepping forward. His chest met mine, and that was it. I wasn't going to stand here, and let some asshole come onto my property, trying to take her away from me. Liam emerged from the kitchen, stepping between the both of us. He didn't say anything, only pushing me slightly on the chest. He motioned for Louis to leave, closing the door on his face. 

"Drop it." Liam spoke, motioning with his eyes over to the kitchen. "Look." He breathed, but my eyes were focused on the shadow still outside the door. "Look, Styles." Liam pushed further. I focused onto what he was, my anger subsiding. Janissa, and Jess were both sitting at the table, laughing. Jess was trying to get her to try something i'm sure is gross, but he swears its good. "She's here, is she not?" I heard Liam, feeling his hand on my shoulder. "You've got something good here, don't screw it up." Those words coming from anyone else, I would have blown them off, or told them off. But Liam's opinion is different than anyone else's. When he says shit like that, I know he means it, that I should listen. Like it or not, mostly not, he's usually right.