chapter 29

Eleanor and Emma watch in horror as Harry slams his fist in Sam's face rapidly, over and over again, while Louis is trying his best to stop him without getting hit in the face as well.

The people around were cheering them on, taking this whole thing as a friendly and drunken fight.

Emma was glancing around looking for Niall or Dylan so one of them can help.

"Harry stop!" She demanded of him in a scared voice, but Harry was only seeing red, slamming Sam into the wall, holding him from his shirt while screaming in his face.

"You're the one who sent those messages?! You put the diary in the locker didn't you?! It was you all along! You fucking ass wipe!" He spat in his face.

"I can explain," Sam tried to duck the fist, it collided with his ear instead.

"And standing outside my girlfriends window?! What the fuck! You have a problem freak!" He shouted.

"Window? What?! NO!" Sam denied the accusation, blood seeping from his nose, which was probably broken.

"Don't fucking lie to me! If you ever come near her again I swear I will fucking kill you."

Emma's gasp was lost in the cheering crowd who didn't know who Harry was, and what he was claimed to have done.

Watching Sam's bleeding face she suddenly realized- It wasn't him outside her house.

Emma's POV

"Harry stop!" I pull away from Eleanor's grip and step in front of Harry, pushing my way in between him and Sam, blocking Sam's body from him.

I have never seen Harry go crazy like this before. And for a moment I am scared I will get hit as well, watching Harry's raised fist come down on me. I flinch and bring my arm up to block him, but the blow never comes. Instead, the crowd goes quiet, and I finally hear Niall's voice.

"What the hell is going on here?! All of you get lost!" He shouts at them pushing them away.

"What happened?" A surprised Jennifer is standing next to Eleanor, and I finally let my arm fall, staring at Harry who is watching me with wide eyes. To my relief his eyes are their soft green again.

"You thought I was going to hit you?!" He asks in a hurt voice.

"No- I- I wasn't sure you saw me step in," I stutter, still blocking Sam from him.

"I would never," Harry takes a step closer to me.

His knuckles are cut open and bleeding, and he has blood on his face, but I have a feeling it is Sam's.

"Are you all right?" I turn to Sam, helping him stand up.

"What the fuck are you doing?! He was peeking through your window!" Harry hisses at me.

"NO- that wasn't him, the guy was much older," I take the Kleenex from Jen holding it up slowly and softly to Sam's nose to try and stop the bleeding.

"But he was the one that sent the texts and put the diary in Eleanor's locker!" Harry pushes.

"Yeah, well.. he will explain about that later," I decide, staring into Sam's swollen eyes.

"Jen, can you drive him to a close clinic? He needs to take care of all of this," I ignore Harry's angry muttering. I will deal with him once Sam is out of the way.

"Sure, come on, Dylan help me please," They both help Sam up and walk him out of the house.

Before I have a chance to open my mouth Harry pulls me away from our friends.

I follow him outside, and he lets go of me pacing back and forth fuming.

"I can't fucking believe you took his side!! His prick of a fucking brother killed my sister and you take his fucking side!" He screams.

"Harry, stop screaming at me! I did not take his side, you beat him up badly! And you could have gotten in trouble if you hadn't stopped when you did," I say trying my best to keep my voice calm.

"He fucking deserved it!"

"I didn't say he didn't… Look at you, come! We need to see to your hands," I close my hands around his right one showing him his busted knuckles.

By the look on his face he hasn't even noticed his hands were bleeding until now.

Harry doesn't answer me, but he agrees to come with me back into the house to find a bathroom so I can clean them up.

"We'll be right back," I promise Niall, Louis and Eleanor who are waiting for us where we left them, spots of Sam's blood on the wall and floor.

I lock the bathroom door after us, and run the water, bringing Harry's hands under and telling him to hold them there until I find something to wrap around them.

I look through the drawers, and cupboards, until I find some cream and white bandages to warp Harry's hands in.

"I don't need that," He says when I open the alcohol to spill on his wound to make sure they are really clean.

"Are you scared it might sting?" I challenge him not able to keep the mocking out of my voice.

"NO, get on with it then," He hurry's to scold me.

I spill it over his knuckles and hear the hiss Harry let's out as the liquid touches his skin.

I bring his hands close to my lips and blow cool air to try and make it feel better, as I would have done with a little boy.

I look up at Harry, and find him watching me.

"All better?" I ask, knowing my cheeks are slightly flushed.

He nods, still not saying a word, but his eyes don't leave mine.

I rub the cream over his hands softly, trying my best not to hurt him. When I am done I wrap the white cloth over and tie it.

"At least until tomorrow," I tell him.

Harry's POV

Watching Emma blow that way on my hands, in such a caring way, left me speechless. I was sure she would have my head for beating Sam that way, and I knew she is pissed at me, and yet she was here with me, cleaning up my busted hands, even though I knew she can't see the sight of blood.

When she got up I reached out for her pulling her to me. Her blue eyes caught mine and didn't leave. I brought my hands up to her cheeks as I watched the different shades of deep and soft blue blend together in her stare, and I knew then that I love her. I had a feeling I did, but at that moment I just knew. I love her.

I pulled her face to mine and let my lips cover hers. I feared she was too cross with me, and that she might pull back. Though my fears proved out to be false, as her lips moved against mine, making the tightness in my chest ease out and let the warmth seep in.

I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me, and she sat down on my lap. I pulled her legs around my waist, and held on to her, feeling that if I let her go I might fall apart.

I slid my hands under her shirt, something I haven't done before, and I was not sure how she would react to that. She didn't pull back, or move them away, leaving her own hands in my hair as my tongue skimmed her bottom lip. My hands were on her back, and I slid them slowly to her sides watching her, testing how far she will let me go. My hands got to her belly and started climbing up to her chest. I felt the metal of her bra, but then she pulled away, breathing hard.

"Wait," She breathds, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Sorry, I- I didn't mean to push that far," I apologized, even though I wanted to, I felt bad, not asking if she was ready taking it another step.

"No- It's just- not here, not in a bathroom at a frat house," She gestured to the room.

"You're right," I agreed. She was right. I wanted our first time to be special, so she can remember it. I just got caught up in her, in us, and how hot and appealing she can be to me.

Emma got off my lap, and straightened her shirt. She glanced at the mirror and brushed her thumb under her eyes to smooth out the black line.

"I want to speak to Sam," She said, glimpsing at me.

I let out a long sigh, before getting up and taking her hand in mine, knowing she wanted answers and truthfully so did I, and even though talking to Sam is the last thing I want to do, he is the one with the answers we were seeking for.

"It took you long enough," Niall called when we finally rejoin them downstairs.

"His hands were pretty messed up," Emma explained.

"We want to go find Sam, get some answers," I informed them.

"Do you really think it's a good idea for you to see him now?" Louis raised a brow at me.

"He's fine, he won't do any more damage," Emma promised.

We head out of the party, and make our way to the campus clinic where Sam was taken to.

"You are lucky he isn't pressing charges," Jen pushed me as we reached her. She was waiting at the door for us, her eyes angry.

"Jen, don't forget who you're defending," I snapped at her.

"Sam isn't like Tyler," She yelled, and Emma shushed us.  

"Can we go in and talk to him?" She questioned when we quiet down.

"Only you can, he won't speak to anyone else," Jen explained.

"Not happening! You are not going to be alone there with him," I cut in shaking my head at them.

"Relax Harry, what can he do? We are all out here," Niall turned to me.

It seemed that they have all agreed and I have no choice but let Emma go in alone.

"If he tries anything you come straight back or call me," I made her promise as she climbed the stairs and stepped into the building.

Emma walked in and the nurse pointed her into where Sam is. Dylan is by his side, and they aren't speaking, just sitting silently and staring at opposite directions.

"How are you?" Emma asks Sam, though she could see for herself that Harry did a really good job with his face.

Dylan then got up, leaving them both alone, as he closed the door after him.

"I told you not to come here," Sam says when Emma took Dylan's seat.

"Why would you ask of me such a thing? And why not just come up and explain normally instead of just sending me blocked texts?" She questions.

"Because you would have never believed me!" the frustration in his voice is strong.

"Why didn't you want me to come?" Emma repeated her question, not willing to let go until she gets a proper answer.

"Because, Tyler was supposed to be here, and I didn't want him coming anywhere near you," He explains, his eyes tearing.

"Why?!" She pushes.

"Because, he is a danger to you, he killed Hope,"

Finally, we are getting somewhere.