The Assistant ➵ h.s

14: Physical Pain

He shrugged as a response. "Nothing much. Just tired." He mumbled.

"Ah! What do you want from me?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Could I have a goodnight's hug?" He questioned like a three-year-old.

I laughed and nodded. Wrapping him in a hug, I spoke.

"Goodnight Harry." I whispered in his ear.

"Goodnight, Princess."

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*The Next Morning*

I woke up on time. I know, it's surprising. I did my regular routine, shower, brush my teeth, and change.

Today I am wearing short faded denim shorts with my Superman tank-top. I have my hair on its usual ponytail with my natural curls, loose at the ends.

A winged eyeliner and mascara adorn my eyes and my cherry-flavoured lip balm is on my lips.

I walked out of my bathroom, grabbed my red cross-body bag and slung it over my shoulders. I also grabbed my black high tops. As I put on my socks, thought about last night.

Why did I get stupid butterflies? Why do I feel electricity shoot through me when he makes contact with me, even the slightest? The more we are around each other, the more I fall for him.

But, I can't stay away, we're friends. No boy has ever made me feel this way, even Ryan. The bottom line is, Harry Edward Styles has a big impact on me.

I got up and straightened my clothes. As soon as I walked out of my doorway, I bumped into something rather soft but hard.

"Oomph!" I wheezed out.

I landed on the floor with a thud. I looked up to see that Harry was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Sorry!" He apologized quickly. He grabbed my hand and helped me get up. As soon as I was stable again, I shoved him.

"It's not funny!" I whined. He started laughing very hard, making me blush.

"Yes, it is! Your face was absolutely priceless!" He laughed, doubling over in laughter. I crossed my arms and pouted at him.

Today he's wearing a black Rolling Stone t-shirt with his ripped black jeans. His brown boots are on his feet, like always and his hair is done up in a quiff. In my opinion, he looks quite attractive.

He continued laughing so I turned away from him, with my arms still crossed.

"Aw! Jade, Love. Don't be sad!" He exclaimed. I shook my head. "Okay, what do you want me to do for you?"

I smiled and turned back to him. "Piggyback ride?" I questioned.

He pretended to be thinking before breaking out into a smile. He nodded as a response.

"Yay!" I yelled. I hopped onto his back and he grabbed me easily from the thighs.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"More than ever!" I replied, giddy with excitement.

Harry headed towards the stairs. He started hopping down as I cheered. I bounced with every step he took.

"Whee!" I squealed.

"Jade, you're so light!" He exclaimed.

"No, I'm not." I said seriously.

I am fat. That's what I'm used to. Ryan used to abuse me and call me names. Fat was one of them.

He stopped in his tracks. "What'd you say?" He asked.