Behind The Masks

Hurt coursed through me as I walked up to Harry. It hurt so much. I love her and she goes to Harry. Of course. That's just my life, isn't it?

I grabbed him by the shirt.

"Listen, Styles. You may not think I know, but I know. I know you're fucking my best friend. I don't care what you do behind closed doors, but Styles, I'm warning you now. If you hurt her, in any way, physically or emotionally, I will beat your ass, then report you. You may think I'm kidding because I'm young, but I am not kidding. You got that?"

Harry just nodded. He didn't look scared. Just... Annoyed? Offended? I don't care how he reacts. As long as he knows I'm serious.

"I know you don't trust me. But I'm not gonna hurt her," he replied.

"It's not that I don't trust you. I don't trust her. She doesn't know when to stop or how to care for herself."

"I understand, Jacob."

"I'll see you in sixth period," I said, turning away.

"Goodbye."

I can't fucking hate Styles. He honestly doesn't seem to want to hurt her. He seems to care for her. Fuck! It would've been so much easier if I knew that Styles is a fucking douche and I could be there for Willow, but he isn't. He just isn't. Fucking hell. I'll just have to deal with it.

I just have to deal with all the fucking pain of the girl I love loving someone else.

Notes

Hi, turtles! Just a little insight into the mind of Jacob, just so you can see what he's going through. Hope you all enjoi!

-WontStopTill1DStops