Harry's POV:

Wow, that kiss was amazing. I think I'm falling for Layla and I'm not just falling hard, I am falling hard. I saw Layla get into James’s car and line it up with Donny's and the other two racers.

And I saw them all take off down the course Layla was explaining that everyone races on the street.

All this is still quite a bit overwhelming but it’s cool at the same time. As soon as she had left, a furious-looking James approached me.

"I’ve liked Layla all these years and you just come up in here and steal her" then he punched me in the face.

"Well you haven’t made a move and I like her" I retorted. He tried to punch me but I blocked it.

"Who the hell do you think you are" he tackled me to the ground. Layla came out of nowhere and pulled James off me.

"James, stop!" I heard her scream. Donny came and lifted me off the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Layla asked James as I arrogantly dusted myself.

"He said he was just using you. He said he didn’t really like you he just wanted to use you" James said. My jaw dropped

"What! That is not true I-" Layla cut me off.

"James that doesn’t mean you punch my friend” she sternly told him.

"I was protecting you" James faked

"Save it" she said with tears in her eyes as she threw back his keys at him.

"Get in the car, Harry" she said.

I silently obeyed and went into her car and she went to talk to Donny. After a while she came back.

"Layla I-" I began but she cut me off again.

"Harry, whatever, I’m gonna drop you off back at the house you and the boys can stay the night. I’m gonna go for a drive" she said, practically giving me the cold shoulder.

"Listen Layla, I didn't say that" I said on the way to her house.

"Why should I believe you harry I've known James for so long... I might’ve just lost one of my best friends" she said with tears in her eyes.

Seeing her in such a vulnerable state broke my heart.

"I know you don’t have to believe me it’s just I thought you should know" I said, with all honestly.

"Thanks harry it’s just I've been used before and I can’t put down those walls" she told me. I felt sorry for her; she should never deserve that.

"Who won the race?" I asked trying to change the subject. She suddenly broke into tears.

A soft whisper escaped her lips, "Jt"

Notes

"If this is a dream, then open my eyes. Am I asleep, no I'm alive. I just can't believe that this is my life. In my fantasy, we're running wild" - Jessie J

-emmee