Don't Treat Me Like A Kid

**Harry's POV**
I walked out of science, my last class of the day, with Louis. See Layla down the hall coming out of her last I gave Lou a quick goodbye before hurrying to her.
Grabbing her upper arm to get her attention, she winced at my touch. I quickly pulled away my hand to see a dark bruise on her arm. Anger flowed through me and I quickly pulled her to the side of the hall. "Did Travis do this?" I said through clenched teeth. She just nodded and I could almost see the hurt in her eyes. I felt the urge it kiss her but I just pulled her into a tight hug know if I kissed her everyone would think we're in a relationship. "I'll drive you home, but I want to take care of this first so just go to my truck," I smiled.
"You don't have to-" she started.
"I know, just go to my truck, please," I said brushing her hair behind her ear.
She cracked a smile before turning down the hall. I scanned the hall quickly finding Travis. "We need to talk," I said forcefully.
"Well then talk cause I'm in a hurry," he snapped.
How did Layla ever like this twat? "Privately," I added.
"Oh wait, I get it you're here to defend Taylor," he said with a laugh, "well if you wanna fight, let's just do it here so everyone can watch me beat your ass," he said before throwing his fist into my jaw. I felt the ring he had on cut the side of my bottom lip spilling a small amount of metal tasting liquid into my mouth.
I shot a glare at him before throwing a hard punch at his face. I shouldn’t do this, but he deserves it so I don’t even care. His hand shot up to cover his eye just after. I let my fist smash into his gut twice before throwing him up against the locker.
"If you ever hurt, talk to, or even think about Taylor. I'll beat you into the ground and I won't hold back like I did this time. Got that?" I said before hitting his head causing it to bang into the locker.
"Okay," he grunted out and I pulled away walking out through the half circle that formed around us.

**Layla Taylor's POV**
I don’t know what I was expecting Harry to look like when he got back but his appearance surprised me. His face was slightly red, his hair was messy, and he had a cut through his bottom lip that was bleeding a little. “You didn’t have to do that, but really thank you,” I uttered looking into his bright green eyes.
“Don’t thank me,” he laughed as he started the truck.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked confused.
“I was just defending whats mine,” he said but stayed focused on the road as he pulled out of the parking spot.
I laughed but didn’t know how to respond. Its not like I can say a smart ass comment; he just got in a fight for me. “Yours?”
He responded by shooting a smirk in my direction. Butterflies swarmed my stomach. I wish Harry didn’t have this affect on me.

**

“Come on, share,” I groaned as I reached over Harry to grab the bowl of popcorn from him.
He extended his warm holding it as far away from me as possible. “This is for me and Zoe. Go make your own,” Harry teased and Zoe giggled.
I gave up leaning back into the corner of the couch, “You’re a jerk.”
As the movie continued and Zoe got entranced in the world of spider man, Harry casually traced shapes with his fingertips on my bare leg. He looked over at me catching my gaze before flicking his tongue over his bottom lip then biting down on it lightly. I gulped and brushed his hand off my leg. “Stop it,” I mumbled quietly.
He leaned in so close to my ear that his hot breath cause goosebumps to rise on my skin, “Am I distracting you, Layla?”
I rolled my eyes before leaning away from him against the armrest.
That movie past slowly as Harry to every chance he got to subtly flirt with me. Finally, it ended and it was time for Zoe to go to bed. “Come on, Zoe. I’ll help you get ready for bed,” I smiled walking up to stairs with her.
It didn’t take much time for her to change into pajamas and get into bed. “Goodnight, Taylor,” Zoe peeped.
“Night, Zo,” I flicked off her light closing the door behind me.
As I walked down the hall to my room Harry whistled from behind me. Heat rose to my face as I turned around. “You need to chill out when my sister is around.”
“Well she’s not around away more,” Harry growled into my ear before pushing me up against the wall, “and I don’t think you understand how hard it is for me to keep my hand off you, Layla.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, “Well you need to get your hormones under control them.”
He smirked lowering his head down to the love bit that had started to fade. His soft lips pushed against my neck and sucked at the sensitive spot. He didn’t have my hands pinned to the wall. I could push him away and I should, but I don’t want to.
Harry is the only person that has made me feel this good just from receiving a hickey. I tangled my finger into the curls on the back of his head and let my eyes flutter close.
A door creaked open, “Taylor,” Zoe’s voice cooed down the hall. Harry jumped back from me and I covered my neck with my hair in attempt to shield the bright red mark.
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered walking down the hall toward her.
“Can you get me a glass of water?” She asked quietly.
Before I could respond Harry spoke, “I’ll get it.” He hurried past us and down the stepped.
“Why was he kissing your neck? Are you guy dating or something?” Zoe asked with her face lighting up, “You like him back! Thats so exciting. I can’t wait to tell mom!”
“No, Zoe, you can not tell mom,” my eyes widened, “and we aren’t dating. I don’t even like him back. I just- um I fell and got a boo boo on my neck, he was just kissing it to make it feel better. See,” I pulled up my hair revealing the red bruise like mark hoping she wasn’t old enough to know what a hickey is, “It just like when mom kissed your scraped if you fall down.”
“Oh,” she furrowed her eyebrows, “alright.”
Harry quick footsteps came up the stairs, “Here you go,” he smiled handing Zoe the glass of water.
“Thank you, Harry,” she smiled turning back into her room and closing the door.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled walking down the hall and turning into my room. “That was way too close.”
Harry laughed closing the door behind himself as he walked in, “Sorry, that was my fault.”
“And you left me to come up with an excuse,” I huffed.
His strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into him, “Sorry, Babe.”
“No you aren’t,” I rolled my eyes and he laughed.
“I got in a fight for you today. So, you owed me anyways,” his deep voice rang into my ears.
“Thought you were just defending whats yours?” I spoke so quietly it was barely audible.
He kissed my shoulder send fireworks off in my stomach, “Did you just agree that you’re mine?”
My cheeks were probably as red as a firetruck. I did kind of just say that, didn’t I? Fuck, “Um- no. Definitely not.”
Harry chuckled, “You’re adorable.”

Notes

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