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

Chapter 32

Harry's POV >>

I stood in the doorway, slightly breathless.

"C'mon Jess, we've got to leave now." I said impatiently.

She shook her head slowly from side to side. No? Did she just just say no?

"Jessica I'm not asking you. I'm telling you, we're leaving now." I told her, I was becoming very impatient and extremely irritated by the whole situation. I just want to go home and read these stupid letters, the last thing I need is Jessica being difficult.

"Go." Savannah whispered to Jess.

"No, I'm not leaving you on your own, a promise is a promise." Jessica said to Savannah, putting her hand on Sav's shoulder and giving her a smile.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck you two are up to. And I will find out by the way." I directed at Jessica, angrily. "But right now, we have to leave. Savannah, go into the Study room, Liam and Louis are there. Liam wants to talk to you." I lied convincingly. Savannah nodded, gave Jess a quick hug and swiftly left the room.

I walked further into the room towards Jess, grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed, along with me.

"Ow, Harry you're hurting me." She complained, trying to release my grip on her arm.

"Well too bad, it's not my fault you can't do as you're told." I snapped.

I continued to pull Jessica down the driveway and sat her in the car. I got in beside her and locked the doors. I fastened my seatbelt and looked at Jessica.

She was sitting with her arms folded and her head looking towards her window, in the opposite direction. She looked like a toddler that just got refused a lollipop.

I carefully reached over her body, grabbed her seatbelt and buckled it in for her.

I noticed a red handprint marked on her soft skin. My heart dropped. I didn't know I was pulling her that hard, I didn't mean to hurt her.

But you do. You always hurt the ones you love. You always fuck things up. My mind spat at me.

I clenched my jaw and made fists with my hands, my entire body tensed. I was so angry with myself. I hated myself, every inch of me. But I couldn't let Jessica see that, she'd think less of me than she already does.

I started the car and aggressively sped down the road. My fingers were starting to cramp from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. I glanced over at Jess every now and then, she remained in the same position, starring out her window.

Everything was rushing through my mind, I was trying to focus on everything at once.

Just focus on the road for now. Get Jessica home safely. I told myself, trying to regulate my breathing and let go of some of my anger.

Jessica's POV >>

I tried to stop the tears from falling down my face, but it was impossible. They just kept coming.

It occurred to me that I wasn't blindfolded. I could see my surroundings. But I couldn't enjoy it. The tears made my eye sight blurry anyway.

Why did he do that? What did I do wrong? Why am I falling for someone like him.... someone who hurts me.
I keep telling myself that I'm not, that I don't like him. But the truth is I do. There's something indescribable between us, I don't know if he feels the same, but I just can't get enough of him.

Right now, I'm mad at him. But I know in a few hours, I'll forget about it and once again surrender to his undeniable charm.

I hate myself for it. For allowing him to get to me like this.

I gently rubbed my arm. I drew in a hiss when I touched the bruised skin. I looked down at my arm, the red handprint was still there, parts of it a blue purple bruise. It looked worse than it felt.

I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes. My mind began to freely wonder.

I thought about Amelia. I miss her so much. I miss her 'bad girl' attitude and her short blonde hair. I remember how I helped her through her tough times, and she did the same for me. I wish she was here to comfort me now.

I felt the familiar pain, once again slide across my forehead. But this time, I welcomed it, I didn't fight it. I wanted to remember, I wanted to relive the memories.

Flashback
2 years ago. Before Jessica's parents died.

"Amelia, where were you?" I asked softly. I was waiting in the tree house for hours.

"I'm sorry, I got a little held up." She said, shrugging off her leather jacket and letting out a sigh.

"You're hurt." I remarked, getting up and searching for the mini first aid box.

"No shit Sherlock." She replied, whipping some of the blood from her burst lip.

"Don't do that! It'll get infected." I said worryingly. I signalled her to sit in the chair, which she did. I kneeled down by her side and began to clean her wound.

"You were with them again, weren't you?" I guessed.

"Yeah." She admitted, looking down at the ground.

"You know your parents don't like you being with them. They're just trouble Lia, they're no good." I tried to convince her.

"You can't say that Jess, you don't know them." She argued. "What do you always say?" She asked, a sly smile playing on her swollen lip.

"Never judge a book by it's cover." I smiled. Packing all the stuff back into the fist aid box. "But people, are different." I frowned, as I got up and put the box back in it's place.

"You know what Jessica. I think you're jealous." Amelia stated, standing up and crossing her arms.

"Jealous that you've got other friends?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"Jealous that I've got better friends." She spat, descending down the wooden ladder, her boots smacking off the slabs of wood until she landed in the soft grass.

I opened my eyes. The car was still moving. I glanced over at Harry, he looked like he was deep in thought, starring straight over the steering wheel.

I leaned my head against my window again. I remembered.

I remembered a memory that I had long forgotten.

Our first fight.