The Bad Boy’s Girl
Chapter 2
Sarah’s POV
Jamie and I were walking home from school because neither of us had taken our cars. “Oh my god! Sarah, look!” Jamie gasped, pointing to something behind me. I turned around and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight in front of me.
Harry, yes the Harry Styles, Anderson's High School’s bad boy, was beating the living shit out of Jeff Harrington, captain of the football team.
Before my mind could fully comprehend what I was doing, my feet moved from under me and I was running towards them. “Harry! Stop! You’re going to kill him!” I screamed. Harry froze mid-punch and looked up, his green eyes softening almost immediately when they locked on mine. “Harry… please let him go,” I demanded calmly.
He let Jeff’s limp body drop to the ground and Jamie was at his side within a matter of seconds. I made my way over to Harry who was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands. A single tear slid down from his eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed its way down his pale cheeks, releasing the sadness and sorrow that had been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound. It broke my heart to see him in such a vulnerable state. I took a seat across from him, neither of us talking until I decided to fill the silence, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” He sniffled. I reached out and ran my finger along the cut on his forehead, wanting so desperately to take away his pain. “Don’t touch me,” He growled but he didn’t pull away. I repeated my actions, this time scooting closer to him, letting my breath fan across his face. He let his head rest on my shoulder. “Don’t touch me,” He growled again, but it came out more as a whisper. “Hey, Sarah?” He whispered after a minute or two of silence, “Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure, what is it?” I answered softly. “Can you hold me?” He mumbled against my skin. To say I was taken aback by his question was merely an understatement.
I wanted to refuse but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wrapped my arms around his large body and pulled him into me. He leaned into me, crying silently into the fabric of my sweatshirt.
At that moment, I didn’t care that he was ruining my favorite sweatshirt. I didn’t care that he was the school’s bad boy. I didn’t care that he had a bad reputation. I didn’t care, I didn’t care, and I didn’t care.
All that mattered to me right then was that I was holding a broken boy and I would do everything I possibly could to fix him.
Jamie and I were walking home from school because neither of us had taken our cars. “Oh my god! Sarah, look!” Jamie gasped, pointing to something behind me. I turned around and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight in front of me.
Harry, yes the Harry Styles, Anderson's High School’s bad boy, was beating the living shit out of Jeff Harrington, captain of the football team.
Before my mind could fully comprehend what I was doing, my feet moved from under me and I was running towards them. “Harry! Stop! You’re going to kill him!” I screamed. Harry froze mid-punch and looked up, his green eyes softening almost immediately when they locked on mine. “Harry… please let him go,” I demanded calmly.
He let Jeff’s limp body drop to the ground and Jamie was at his side within a matter of seconds. I made my way over to Harry who was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands. A single tear slid down from his eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed its way down his pale cheeks, releasing the sadness and sorrow that had been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound. It broke my heart to see him in such a vulnerable state. I took a seat across from him, neither of us talking until I decided to fill the silence, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” He sniffled. I reached out and ran my finger along the cut on his forehead, wanting so desperately to take away his pain. “Don’t touch me,” He growled but he didn’t pull away. I repeated my actions, this time scooting closer to him, letting my breath fan across his face. He let his head rest on my shoulder. “Don’t touch me,” He growled again, but it came out more as a whisper. “Hey, Sarah?” He whispered after a minute or two of silence, “Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure, what is it?” I answered softly. “Can you hold me?” He mumbled against my skin. To say I was taken aback by his question was merely an understatement.
I wanted to refuse but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wrapped my arms around his large body and pulled him into me. He leaned into me, crying silently into the fabric of my sweatshirt.
At that moment, I didn’t care that he was ruining my favorite sweatshirt. I didn’t care that he was the school’s bad boy. I didn’t care that he had a bad reputation. I didn’t care, I didn’t care, and I didn’t care.
All that mattered to me right then was that I was holding a broken boy and I would do everything I possibly could to fix him.
Notes
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