“I’m going over there…” I mutter quietly to myself as I lift my body from the couch and begin to make my way toward the door, phone tightly in my grip.

There was no response from Kendall so I guess she didn’t hear me, thankfully. I wanted to talk to Harry. There was just something that made me want to go talk to him, I guess to find out what he had said to Chris.

“Sid... Where are you going at this hour? It’s almost ten o’clock on a Sunday night,” Kendall asks looking over at me, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Somewhere, I’ll be back in a bit,” I mutter softly as I look back at her while I stand by the door. I even grab my light jacket off the hook because it got chilly at this time of night. This weather was very unpredictable, it was insane.

After I slip my feet into a black pair of converse that were sitting by the door, most likely Kendall’s, I am out the door. I soon begin to make my way down the street we lived on. At this time of night, being around ten, I’m actually happy that Chris never came back, at least not too soon. I bet he was still out with his friends getting drunk at a party. That’s a slight glimpse at the crazy life at university minus all the course work.

As I continue to make my way down the dimly lit street thanks to the street lamps, I immediately catch a glimpse of his big Tahoe that was parked in front of a house. It was Harry’s car that I saw earlier when he was stalled off to the side while I was walking home with Kendall. There was just one thing I was still unsure of though, how he was staring at me, it seemed like he was watching me.

What did this boy even want from me, anyhow? Did he want to get me alone and sleep with me? I guess I’ll find out soon enough what he wanted. All I really wanted to know was what he had said to Chris because for all I know, he could be lying.

As I make my way down the street, the street lamps lighting my path, I can’t help but be thankful it wasn’t pitch dark outside. I wasn’t too fond of being in pitch darkness let alone in huge hoards of people at a party let alone a concert. It made me claustrophobic and scared me quite bad, it really did.

I soon approach the porch and climb up the steps that led to the door. It didn’t seem like hardly anyone was home because the place was barely lit up inside. I walk across the creaky porch to the door and knock harshly a few times on the big wooden door that was before me. You could obviously tell someone was there because there was a light on from what I could tell as I looked through the small window.

After I stood there a few minutes, the door opens. A dirty-blond haired lad with brown eyes stood there, and a good mate of mine named Claire was beside him.

“Hey Sidney! What are you doing here?” she piped up as she looked at me, a warm smile on her face.

“Hey! I…uh…is Harry here? I um…need to talk to him,” I say as I look over at the boy who stared at me with curious eyes. He nodded his head.

“Yeah, he is. I’ll uh…get him for you,” he trails off with a small smile and slowly begins to head for the stairs. He grabs hold of the railing and yells something up toward wherever Harry was. I take a step inside so Claire could shut the door.

“I think he’ll be down in a few,” the guy replies taking a step toward where I stood next to Claire. “Sid, this is Braden, he’s friends with Harry and their housemates,” she introduces him to me.

“Nice to meet you,” I say with a small smile as I shift my gaze to the wood covered floor below our feet.

“You too,” he responds with a nod.

I am soon taken by surprise as Claire grabs hold of my arm and leads me into the living room. While we sit and wait for Harry, I get to know Braden a bit better. After a few minutes I look up to be met by a dark pair of green eyes staring back at me.

Harry stood there and I noticed he blinked a few times. I had a feeling he was surprised I was here. To be honest, I was surprised I even came over too. There were just a few things I wanted to clear up with him, about his encounter with Chris earlier.

“H-hey,” he speaks up staring at me.

There he goes again with his staring. I did have to admit, he did have nice curls and pretty green-blue eyes and plump lips as he spoke. Sidney, get your mind out of the gutter! Remember, you have a boyfriend… I hear my voice in my mind. Yeah, I sure did have a boyfriend, but lately he hasn’t been acting like one.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” he asks as he reaches up and rubs his eyes.

His curls were a bit messy and unkempt which made him look like he just woke up. I was sure he most likely was asleep, I can totally agree with how he looks, well just the messy, untamed hair, part since mine gets that wild when I sleep. He actually looked…as much as it hurt to say this, he actually looked quite cute.

Whoa, Sid, calm down your hormones there! You barely know the guy… I get the crazy thoughts from my mind as I open my mouth to speak.

“I um…came here because I wanted to talk to you,” I reply before looking over at Claire and Braden who sat beside me. Braden soon looks over at me and takes a breath.

“We’ll leave you two alone to uh…talk,” he recalls as he grabs my friend, Claire by the arm and the two walk out of the room and thankfully, ear shot from Harry and I. The curly-haired boy looked at me silently before he began to talk.

“What did you want to talk about?” Harry questioned looking at me once Claire and Braden were out of hearing range. “I’m quite surprised you’re here, actually,” he says looking at me as his tongue moves over his chapped lips.

“What did you say to Chris?” I asked him getting straight to the point of why I came here in the first place.

“I told him he doesn’t deserve you and I really don’t think you do. Why are you still with him, anyway? He’s nothing but a scumbag; I’ve known guys like him all my life.” He asks looking my way. I could tell he was telling the truth, I could see it in his eyes as he spoke.

“Yeah, I figured that out earlier, but thanks for pointing it out for me yet again,” I reply back in a sarcastic tone.

“I really think you deserve better, love. Can I ask you something else?” he recalls again, staring at me, his pair of green-blue eyes boring into my own blue ones as I stare back at him. As he spoke, his lips curved up into a wide grin.

“I guess so, you already asked one but I’ll still answer it anyway,” I respond with a smirk on my lips as I stare at the boy with messy curls a top his head. I motion for him to continue. He does as I request.

“He could do so much better than you; you seem too good for him. I’d really like to get to know you better, babe. I meant it went I spotted you at the club, I really did. What do you say? Are you willing enough?” he asks me with a smirk on his lips.

I don’t respond right away. I have to think a minute or two. Should I? Talking to him like this, he really doesn’t seem like too bad of a guy. Should I go for it? If I don’t, I’m only losing out on something that will probably be good for me, staying away from Chris.

I think that is one thing I need to try and do. As I talked with Harry, I can’t help but feel safe around him. That is when I made up my mind – I am willing enough to get to know him. Maybe it would be good for me to get all this off my chest. He seems like a really good listener unlike how demanding Chris always was or shall I say is.

“I guess, I am if you totally are,” I reply softly as I shift my eyes back up to meet his.

“I am,” he replies as his lips curve up into a small smile while he looks at me. We sit and talk for a little while longer before I pull out my phone to check the time. It was a little past 11:30 p.m. already and that is when I suddenly realized, I had an upcoming exam to study for, which was tomorrow. Shit! I hear the word echo in my mind as I just recalled I have an exam for history in the morning.

“Shit… I just realized it’s late and I think I should go because I have an exam in the morning I need to study for,” I stand up in a swift movement and begin to head for the door. I could feel Harry behind me. I feel him grab hold of my arm, which caught me off guard and I immediately stop in my tracks.

“Would you mind if I walked you home? A pretty lass like you shouldn’t be walking the streets alone ‘specially at this time o’ night. C’mon, I insist,” he states as he looks at me, awaiting my reply.

“I…sure,” I reply back to him with a small smile in return.

He pulls open the front door and motions for me to go ahead of him. Many times before when I just knew of him not actually knowing a single thing about him and just seeing him around campus, I was always scared until tonight. Actually talking with him on a one-on-one basis, was actually nice and calming compared to how it is with Chris.

After I step out onto the porch, the cool breeze sent a chill up my spine, which made me shiver in the process. Harry’s eyes immediately averted to mine.

“You cold? Here, take my jumper,” he says as he begins to shrug off his jumper he wore over his shirt.

“I-I’m fine, no thanks,” I tell him as he turns back to face me after he locked the door with his key. His eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion as I told him no.

“I insist, take it,” he holds it out for me to take from him.

“Fine, I’ll get it back to you next time I see you,” I tell him after I put it on as we began to walk down the street. I stare at how it swallowed me up, he was big. I think Chris was just as big if not a bit smaller than Harry, which would be quite surprising, actually.

“You don’t have to, you can keep it, I don’t mind, really,” he replies as we walk down the sidewalk.

“Alright,” I respond and feel my cheeks heat up a bit as I stare at the ground.

We went on about random things on the walk back to my house. After about five more minutes, we finally arrive back to my house. He walks me up the porch to the door.

“Thanks for walking me back,” I tell him with a small smile.

“Not a problem, love. Oh and there’s one other thing I’d like from you also,” he says smirking as he looks at me, his eyes shining bright from the porch light. He had really pretty eyes and that was saying a lot.

“What is it?” I ask staring at him in a confused state, my eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Your number,” he replies as he looks my way as I begin to unlock the door with my key.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to get it somehow, Claire might have it,” I tell him with a smirk before I turn to the door.

“I might have to ask her for it,” he answers and takes a step forward toward me. He was standing so close to me, his lips were pressed to my ear.

“See you later, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear.

As he whispers that in my ear, I feel his warm breath against my skin. He soon pulls away and begins to walk off. After he begins walking back down the street, I turn and stick the key in the lock. Now, it was time for my all night study session to begin. I turn the key and unlock the door before pushing it open. After I walk in, I am immediately taken by surprise as I see Chris standing there, a look of anger in his eyes.

He slams the door shut and grabs me by the arm harshly pulling me toward him. “Where the hell have you been, Sidney? I’ve been waiting for you. You didn’t go see that Styles by any chance, did you?!” he questions me as he tightens his grip on my arm and pushes me forcefully against the nearest wall. I let out a harsh yelp as my back hits the wall hard practically knocking my breath out of me.

“Why does it matter to you? You can’t control where I go and what I do, Chris! I don’t look like a fucking puppet, do you think I do?!” I snap at him as I try to free my arm from the tight constraints of his hand that just tightens even more on my wrist. His strong body was pinning me against the wall. I had no way to break free of his death grip on me.

“Because it does, Sidney! I just do, bitch,” he yells back and leans in so he was almost an inch or two away from my face. I could feel his warm breath on my face, which reeked of stale beer and cigarettes. I coughed abruptly and loudly as I tried to free my hands out of his embrace. My eyes were quickly welling up in tears.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I yell at him and finally free my hand from his tight grip and slap him across the face.

He bounds backwards, leaving me enough time to head up the stairs. So much for coming home and having an all-night study session. Chris always has to ruin everything I do, practically. I just wish I could figure out a way to end it, but the end result how I see it, won’t end up too pretty. After I make my way up the stairs, I hastily run down the hall to my room and shut the door immediately locking it. I couldn’t handle that right now, I needed time to myself. Why the hell do I keep putting myself through this shit? I guess I’ll find out in time.

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