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Meanwhile, Harry was still outside smoking. I wouldn't doubt it if he smoked 3 cigarettes already.
Since he did have small gashes on him, I went to my moms bathroom and grabbed the first-aid kit. I went downstairs and set it up near the kitchen sink, so I could rinse his face.
The sound of footsteps led into the kitchen a right behind me. "Harry, I got the first aid-" I turned around to see me mother with a worried face.
"What's wrong with Harry?" she asked, setting her purse onto the countertop and facing me with her arms crossed.
"Wha-what do you mean?" I asked, acting like I didn't know. Well, the first-aid kit on the counter didn't help either.
"Well he's on our porch with a gash above his eyebrow and he's talking on the phone." She replied. "What happened?"
The first thing I thought about was to tell a lie. If she knew Harry beat up his own father and put him in jail.......
"Uhm...well....we went to the...skate park...and he fell." I said, stuttering quite a bit.
"On his face?" She asked, half smiling. It probably amused her.
"Yeah...." I agreed with her.
"Okay well I'm taking the night shift tonight which starts in," she paused and looked at her watch. "2 hours."
"But I though we were going to see dad and get dinner?" I asked.
"Well we can still visit him...maybe Harry would like to take you out? He seems to take a lot of interest in you." She stated as she turned her heels and went upstairs.
Moments later Harry came strolling in.
"Here I want to disinfect that gash on your head really quick." I said, making him sit in a chair as I wiped the wound with a wipe.
His eyes never left mine as I pretended I didn't notice him staring at me. Soon enough I looked down to meet his gaze.
Those eyes though.
His hands trailed up the cup my face, bringing me down closer to him. I could feel his breathing on my upper lip as his thumbs grazed my bottom lip. Pulling me in, he kissed me. Not just a little kiss, and not a makeout session. But a cute, passionate kiss.
I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, still inches from his face. "What was that for?" I asked.
He smiled. "For taking care of me."
"I'd do anything for you, Harry." I said honestly.
"Same goes to you, love." he said before giving me another peck with his soft lips.
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My mom had twenty minutes before she had too leave and Harry and I were still sitting on the couch, eating popcorn.
"Jess, if you want to go you need to hurry and get ready!" My mom yelled from upstairs.
"Okay mom!" I yelled back, getting off the couch and walking towards the stairs.
"Woah, where are you going?" Harry asked frantically, sitting up from his laying position.
"To visit my dad?" I replied.
"Am I invited?" he asked with a smile.
"Well you bailed on me yesterday...." I said sadly.
"Jess you know I didn't mean to." He said, mad that I would say something like that.
"Fine, you may come IF you behave." I said jokingly.
"I can try." he replied. I'm not sure how sarcastic that was.
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As Harry and I rode up the elevator alone, I noticed he seemed on edge.
"What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing his hand and intertwining our fingers.
"Nothing, why?" he asked, giving my small hand a squeeze.
"oh, nothing." I said, playing it off.
It was silent just before the doors opened, leading us to my dad's floor.
"So, do you think he could hear us, you know, when we visited him?" Harry asked.
"Yeah....he says he could." I replied confused on why he would ask that.
He looked ahead and replied with nothing but "Good."
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Harry's POV
Ever since I saw my dad yesterday, my nerves had been racked. I can't think straight. The feeling of needing to drink or something keeps over coming me. When I drink, I have an excuse to let out my anger. It's like an addiction to me.
The only one who's keeping me from doing something stupid is Jessamine.
Everything about her is so perfect, her laugh, her smile, her eyes and mostly her personality.
She's the only one I've ever met who actually takes care of me.
And I'd do anything to take care of her. That's why I asked if her dad could hear me, the day we visited him.
Gladly, he could.
That means he knows I'm here to protect Jessamine, because after all, she is mine now.
And I'd risk anything for her.
We walked up to Jess' Dad's room and the first thing she did was run and hug him. I just stood there awkwardly, he doesn't seem to like me much anyway.
Once they separated, he looked at me. "Hello, Harry." he said, putting out his hand. I shook hands with him and looked at Jessamine, who was smiling.
"Hello Mr. Taylor. How're you feeling?" I asked.
"Better, can't wait to get out of here. I already spend too much time here at work." He said, earning a chuckled from both of us.
"So what are you two up too?" he asked.
"Well I offered to come with Jess, maybe even take her to eat after this, if you don't mind." I said, trying to act innocent. HA.
He sat there and thought for a second. "I guess so. You better be careful with her, or you're dead.' he said smiling.
"Of course, sir. She's safe with me." I replied.
After conversating with Jess and her father, we decided to leave, since her dad was half asleep now because of the medication.
We tried slipping out to door without waking him, but it failed.
Just before I shut the door I heard, "Harry?"
I peeked in the room to make eye contact with Mr. Taylor.
"Yes sir?"
"Thank you." He stated.
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