You Couldn't Understand

Jamie's POV

Before I know what's happening, Nathan is up off the floor. He rushes at Harry, who has a look of pure remorse on his face. Harry doesn't even try to defend himself as Nathan gets three hits straight to his face. He just stands there and takes it.

As Nathan winds up for hit four, I intervene.

"Nathan! Stop!" And he does. He looks at me for a second before taking a breath and walking over.

"I swear, Jamie, this guy is bad news."

"I already told him no, Nate..."

"What? Then why would he... Oh... He wanted to see if I knew why..." He says with a tone of understanding.

"He didn't even fight back," I smack Nate's head before turning to Niall, "Help me with him?"

He nods and we make our way over to Harry, who is now on the ground, holding his shirt to his nose to try to slow the blood flow.

"Hey, Haz," Niall says, leaning down to his best friend, "Wanna stand up??"

"No, I'm good down here," he says in response.

"It wasn't actually a question," Niall laughs before helping Harry onto his feet.

"Jamie?? What the hell happened?"

I turn to see Ashton standing next to Nate.

"Boys suck at communicating," I state.

"I see. Would you like me to deal with this one?" She asks, looking at Nate.

"Please do. And Nate- I'm sorry. This is all because of me."

"Naw, it's because boys like to fight. Come on, Ash. You can play nurse," he wraps an arm around her and they begin to head towards the nurse, which takes them directly past us.

"Fucking hot nurse.." Niall mumbles under his breath.

To my surprise, Ash turns and winks at him, "Damn right."

Niall's mouth drops open and his eyes widen in awe as she walks away laughing.

"Jamie," he looks at me, "I know now isn't the time but-"

"I'll give you her number later," I laugh, "Now help me get curly to a bathroom."

With a lot of effort, we manage to get Harry down the hall and away from the crowds. The bell rings, which clears the hallway and makes our job a lot easier.

"Let's put him in here, I can clean him up," I state, indicating the girls' restroom.

"Fine by me, I gotta get to class."

We manage to get the half conscious Harry into the bathroom and sitting on the counter.

"Thanks Niall," I give him a hug, "I'll do my best to save him."

"Harry's got a pretty hot nurse, too," he winks, "Maybe I should get in a fight sometime if it makes pretty girls take care of you."

"Okay, Niall, time for you to a leave."

He laughs before kissing me on the cheek and skipping out.

"Fucking leprechaun.." I mutter before closing and locking the door behind him.

"Oooh, locked door. You gonna seduce me?" Harry mumbles without opening his eyes.

"I didn't realize you were awake enough to realize," I respond, walking over to him, "and it's just so no random girls walk in here and see the golden boy dying in a girls' bathroom."

"Try not to let me die.." He mutters, leaning his head against the wall.

I sigh and gather some paper towels for his nose.

"Here," I press them into his hand, "Hold these to your nose."

He obeys and I go to the sink to wet some more paper towels. I use the wet ones to wipe the blood off of his face.

"I think I'm done bleeding," he states, handing me the bloodied towels.

"So..." I say while drying off his now clean face, "Why'd you punch Nate?"

He doesn't respond, and his eyes don't open. I just sigh and start trying to dab at the blood on his shirt.

"I would never hit you..." He mumbles causing me to look up at him, "or any girl. I mean, you're really frustrating, but I would never hit you... Just... By the way.."

"Okay...?"

"That's why I hit him.." He mutters.

"Because he's not a girl?" I ask.

"Because he implied that I would hit you."

"Why would he even think that?"

"Because Alexis did, I guess. Like.. I dated her so I must be her? I don't know.. and your wall.. I did punch your wall.. I just.. I would never hit you.." He answers with a sigh and a ruffle of his hair, "Damn. My face really hurts."

I give his nose a little boop and he winces in pain.

"Sorry," I laugh, "You could've fought back."

"No... I didn't want to give you any reason to hate me," he looks me in the eyes, "Besides, I didn't wanna hurt the kid."

And bam he's back to his smirking, cheeky little self.

"Well, I'm afraid the shirt is a goner," I state. His white v neck is splattered with blood to the point that it looks like Harry committed a murder.

"Okay," he answers easily before quickly taking the shirt off completely.

Being in a locked bathroom with a shirtless Harry Styles makes my decision a whole lot harder to stick to.

"No fair," he pouts.

"What?"

"How come you get to keep your shirt on?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes before answering, "Because I wasn't involved in a dumb duel."

"Well now I don't have a shirt..." His eyes flash mischievously, "So give me yours."

"No no no," I argue, quickly backing away from him.

"Oh, come on," he says as if it's completely reasonable, "I bet you have on one of those tank tops under there."

"A cami," I inform him, "and no, I don't."

"Jamie, you can either give me your shirt or I can take it. Either way, I will win."

I continue to back up before realizing that I'm trapped into a stall. Harry slowly, agonizingly walks towards me as I lean against the wall as if it could swallow me whole.

"You just made this very easy," he smirks at me from the entrance to the stall.

I don't respond, just watch as he moves closer and closer to me until his face is inches from mine.

"I'll let you keep your shirt for a kiss," he bargains.

His green eyes stare into mine, half mischievous, half desiring. His vision flicks down to my lips and back to my eyes before he slowly leans in for a kiss.

But before he can get there, I duck under his arm and make a run for the door. But he's too fast, and he's got me pinned in thirty seconds flat.

"Shirt it is," he laughs, "You just made things a lot more interesting, blue eyes."

Notes

A second chapter! Yay updating!

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-JKM