Alexis's POV

Excuse me, what?! Did Harry actually just close the door on me? I tried to do this the easy way, but this means war. I will take that little whore down no matter what it takes. I can still see that look on her face when he was closing the door. Utter satisfaction. What could he possibly see in her? I mean, she had a baby!

I scream in frustration as I back my car out of her driveway. It wasn't hard to figure out where I could find Harry. Of course he'd be here. They're probably working on baby number two as we speak. Dammit. This bitch is ruining everything. I whip out my phone to make a call.

"Molly, please call me back. I know you're only ignoring me because you want to seem better to Niall. Help me and I'll get him for you."

I know that ensuring Niall for her is the best way to get her help. Molly has a very specific skill set that could come in handy for me. It's only two minutes before she calls me back.

"Alright, I'm listening."

"Here's what we're going to do..." and I tell her my Plan B. The plan that is guaranteed to get everything back to the way it should be.

Harry's POV

For the second time in the last week, I watch this beautiful, broken girl sleep in my arms. She passed out somewhere around midnight, and it's one-thirty now. I've been left alone with my thoughts. I feel a little guilty that I know so much about her and still haven't told her anything about me, but she's got enough of her own shit without mine piled on. I haven't stayed with a girl since... Well, since Alexis and I broke up in April. I had my fair share of girls throughout high school, but never would I stay with a girl who stopped me when I reached for her shirt.

"What the fuck are you letting this girl do to you..." I mumble to myself.

With a sigh, I hoist myself up off the seat. I lean down and scoop Jamie into my arms. She looks so much more natural when she sleeps. I like it. I carry her up the stairs and to her room. After I put her down and pull the blanket over her, I head down the hall to one of the guest rooms. Any other girl, I would have climbed into that bed. But not with Jamie. I meant it when I said I wanted to save her.

I hear my phone ringing from the dresser and run to grab it.

"Harold?"

"Mum?" why would she be calling me?

"Harry... Where are you?" I can hear the concern in her voice.

"A friend's. She needed-"

"She?! Harold, I thought you were done with this."

"Yeah, just like you were done with letting that bastard into our house. The only difference is that I'm actually holding up my end of the deal," I snap.

"Harold... Please, you know he doesn't mean to-"

"Doesn't mean to?! Now you're just lying. To me and to yourself. Let me know when he's out, mum. Then I'll come home."

"But Harold, I-" I don't hear the rest of the sentence because I hang up. It hurts to have to do this to her, but I know that without a serious loss she won't change anything, and that man needs to go.

Dammit... Every time she calls me it just pisses me off. I feel the rage coursing through me as I spin around looking for something, anything to take it out on. Eventually I just turn to the wall and start beating my fist into it. I don't know how many loud hits happened before Jamie came rushing in. I hear her gasp and turn around to meet her gaze.

"What are you doing?!" She's looking at my fist. I look down and find that it's bloody.

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

"It's clearly not nothing... I mean, you just did to that wall what I was dreaming of doing to Alexis's fake little nose." I can't help but chuckle at this.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," I walk over and try to kiss her but she dodges me.

"Let's get that wrapped. No more abusing my house. Okay, curls?"

"Yes ma'am." And yet again, I find myself following the lead of this girl. This girl who won't give me anything. So why the hell am I still here?

Notes

I feel like the last few chapters have just really sucked. But I keep writing them anyways. I looked a few minutes ago and I'm moving up on the popular pages! Feels good(: Couldn't do it without y'all so than you very much.

Because I'm happy:



--JKM