Fix A Heart

Chapter 8

Fix a heart

Chapter 8

"I don't want to go viral, I want to set hearts on fire." -Coco J. Ginger

Blair's POV:

Harry felt me up. He fucking felt me up. The guy I hate....felt me up.

And the bad thing is..it made my heart race.

I slam on my breaks when I pull into my driveway, clutching onto my bag and phone before I stomp up the driveway.

"SADIE!" I scream when I walk inside.

Her blonde head of hair snaps away from the tv, her eyes wide with surprise as she looks to me.

"Harry- he fe- he pushed me agai- HE FELT ME UP." I screech.

She drops the bag of chips that she had been holding in her hand, a small squeal falling from her lips.

"Did you do anything to hi-"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING." I breath out.

"You didn't tell him to stop?" She asks.

I flop down on the couch next to her.

"I tried to but..." I trail off, my eyes fluttering everywhere besides Sadie's eyes.

"You fricking liked it." She gasps.

"Stop it! No I didn't! I was so shocked that I was just like... Frozen...All to get my phone!" I say exasperatedly.

"You would've went ape shit if that was some old man doing that to you." She argues.

"SADIE."

"BLAIR."

I glare at her, her green eyes glaring back at me which only reminded me of Harry's. Ugh.

"Sadie I do not like Harry." I say sternly.

"Your attracted to him though. Sexually." She winks.

"Oh my gosh Sadie no!" I squeal.

"Fine."

Harrys POV:

"H-Harry." Blair stutters, her hot breath fanning over my face; her back pressed firmly against my car.

I smirk, knowing my actions are having an effect on her. My hands travel over her bum, before moving back up her back. My hands travel down from the front of her stomach, only to slip my hands underneath her shirt, repeating my actions from before as her eyes fall closed.

I couldn't help but notice her frantic heartbeat as my hands wandered over the material of her bra, the thumps being felt under my hands.

"Stop." Blair breaths out, jerking up from the side of the car.

"Why?" I ask lowly, digging my fingers into the soft skin just below her bra of her stomach and back; my hands winding around her where her ribs are.

I couldn't help but smirk as she pushed my hands away, her hands pulling her shirt down.

"I told you not to do that." She murmurs.

"It sure didn't look like you minded. And I sure as hell didn't mind either." I wink at her.

"I-I need to go." She stutters, pushing passed me to scamper across the parking lot.

"I'll see you Bart!" I call after her.

I chuckle, climbing into my car.

What can I say? I couldn't help myself. Her body....she is just so....hot.

My thoughts get interrupted as I hear my phone ring, instantly picking it up and putting it to my ear as I watch the road.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Harry, it's Louis."

"Oh...what's going on?" I ask curiously; surprised that he had called me himself.

"I talked to the boys. They said they would be willing to come see you in two weeks."

A smile spreads across my face.

"But-" he starts.

"That's only if you hadnt had a drink, went out to a party, or gotten into anything else like that until then." He says.

"I doubt that will happen Lou....Thankyou." I say happily.

He sighs, "Yeah, so have you taken my advice? Tried to find a friend?" He wonders.

"If you mean feeling up a girl than yah." I smirk to myself.

"Haz." Lou laughs. "You know that wasn't what I meant by saying to find a friend." He chuckles.

"I know I know. She's nothing though, she actually hates me." I tell him, turning at a stop light.

"Why?" He asks.

"It's a long, long, story." I brush it aside.

"You sound a little happier." Louis says.

"I am..surprisingly." I sigh.

"Maybe it's her."

"Who?"

"You know..the girl you..felt up." He chuckles.

"No, that's not it. It's just being back probably." I say.

"Yeah whatever Harry. Just keep doing whatever your doing, it sound like its making you happy. Even if it takes feeling girls up that hate you. But look, I've gotta go see my mum." He says.

"Okay tell her I said hi." I laugh.

We say our goodbyes and hang up.

I think I have my best mate back.



*******

"Harry?" Gemma calls from downstairs, my eyes peering up from my book that I had been attempting to read.

"Yeah?" I call out.

"Do you want to come help me and mum make dinner?" She asks.

I shut my book, hopping up from my bed before striding down the stairs; entering the kitchen.

"You can...cut the onion?" My mum suggests.

I clear my throat before heading over to the already taken out knife and onion, beginning the process.

"Louis called me today." I inform them.

"Really? What'd he say?" My mum asks happily.

"He said he and the other boys may be able to come see me in two weeks. If I keep doing what I'm doing." I shrug.

"That's good Harry, so that means you've been doing better?" She asks, looking at me suspiciously.

"Yeah." I laugh, shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh come on just tell me who she is so I don't have to guess." She tells me.

"What do you mean." I chuckle.

"Gemma heard you on the phone last night, setting up a date." She wriggles her eyebrows.

"Mum!" Gemma shouts, swatting her with a towel she had in her hand.

"You weren't supposed to say anything!" She screeches.

"It wasn't a date guys, I just had to give a friend something back that I had of hers." I explain.

"And why do you snoop huh?" I ask Gemma, poking her side as she walks by.

"Well is she why you've seemed happy these past days?" My mum asks.

"I don't know. Most likely not, we aren't really good friends actually. We didn't get along during school." I say, I mean I could say that right?

"Maybe you should continue to hang out with her then. Show her what a nice boy you are." My mom smiles.

"I don't know mum." I laugh.