You Have To Change The game to Change The Player - Harry Fanfic

Chapter 1

Jules was sat thinking to herself, as she watched the young man across from her surrounded by pretty, flirtatious girls. She got the impression by his face that he’d be a challenge; she could see it in the way he held himself up, the way all the girls in the club were looking at him as if he was a complete and utter sex god. To be honest, he wasn't the typical guy she went for, but recently she had felt like a challenge. They had been too easy to get, to make fall for her and then to break their hearts, but this one looked like her sort of challenge, like he was begging her to try him. He was tall about 5’9, he had a muscular body that looked just right for bed, he had smiled briefly at her a few minutes ago, and when he smiled it lit up his eyes, which were a lovely green, they drew you in. His lips so big, they were definitely kissable. But that wasn’t what she was meant to be thinking of, she was meant to be thinking how she was going to get this one. 

Harry looked over at the girl who sat on a barstool, with a drink in her hand, looking around her, taking the club in and all in it. He had never seen anyone as beautiful, in his whole 19 years. She had black hair that fell to her waist, it was naturally curly. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her legs and amazing curves. She looked over at him and her smile was to die for. Her eyes were as blue as the deep dark ocean. Her nose was petit, and her lips so desirable, like they were begging for him. When she smiled over at him, he smiled back; she blushed and looked away, to take another sip of her drink. There were lots of girls staring at him, some coming up and offering themselves to him, but he preferred laid back girls, who only wanted to laugh and enjoy his company. Of course he didn’t mind sex or anything but he didn’t want a girl who only wanted him for his looks. He wanted someone who understood him.

Harry started to walk towards the bar where Jules was sat; she looked over at him and smiled to herself. He was already falling for the act. He stood next to her and the bartender came over. “Yes sir, what can I get you?” he asked. “Can I have a vodka please, and whatever this beautiful lady is having” Harry replied. She looked over at Harry and said “I’m okay but thanks for the offer” Harry smiled, “so I’m guessing a vodka and coke for you?” she laughed, and then nodded her head. They talked for a while, about the club, about where each other were from. Harry was from Cheshire, while Jules Was From Cork. They were both living In London, at the moment.

Jules walked out of the club and heard the door shut close behind her. She smiled to herself, she had got his number and thought, well it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be to make him fall for her. She had to walk a few minutes down the road to get to her house. He had offered to walk with her, but she wanted to play hard to get. She thought he would be more that type of bloke. The next minute she felt someone grab her waist, and she was lifted off the ground she started to scream but one hand was taken off her waist to cover her mouth. She was suddenly pushed up against a wall in a back alley next to the club, it was pitch dark. She knew it must have been an older man, he had rough skin like he had been a builder all his life.

One of his hands was wrapped around her two wrists. She was too frightened to scream. She felt his other hand start to move up her thigh closer and closer to the place he wanted to be. The next minute she felt the man be pushed aside and heard him growl. She fell to the floor crying, it was the scariest thing. It brought back so many memories for her. She heard the man being beat up but just sat there and cried to herself. “Are you ok?” she heard a voice say. She couldn’t answer. She felt a body sit down beside her. “I knew I should have walked you home, I am so sorry.” This time she knew it had been Harry.

He had saved her from this disgusting man. She could not be more grateful.

“Thanks” she heard herself say.

Harry  took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shaking body. He helped her up and said, “Here lets go back to mine it’s only a minute or two away, we can get ya warm and calm ya down a bit, ok?”

Jules didn’t have the courage to do much else other than shake her head up and down, in agreement.  She took his arm and they walked down the road to Harry’s apartment. When they reached the apartment block Harry opened his apartment door and let Jules in. He showed her into the living room and told her to take a seat. He walked down the hall to his bedroom and took out a pair of tracksuit pants and a top about ten sizes too big for Jules.

He went back to the living room and handed her the clothes. During the attack her dress had been ripped, when Harry had pulled the man off her. She took them and he showed her where the bathroom was, then went and made her a cup of tea.  Jules sat on the toilet and just stared into space for what seemed like forever, she then saw the clothes in her hand and looked down at her dress, it was ruined. She quickly changed into Harry’s clothes which were humongous upon her tiny frame.

She walked out of the bathroom and handed him his jacket which he had put on her to keep her warm she throw the black dress in the bin and put her high heels over by his front door. He handed her a cup of tea and some biscuits.  She smiled. “You didn’t have to protect me? And you don’t have to be nice to me...” Harry was taken a bit back by that. “Jules, I had to get him off you, I would’ve done that for anyone, he was goin.. Well...I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got.. Raped.. “She smiled, a smile that didn’t quite reach her beautiful eyes. “I’m grateful really.. I just don’t understand why you would look out for me like you did back there that’s all.”

She finally took notice of Harry’s apartment. His kitchen was so neat, especially for a man. It was tiled in black and white and everything in the kitchen matched the tiles, the toaster was white, the kettle black, his fridge white while his stove was black, and so following. It was a nice kitchen, one Jules would like when she had money to buy a nice apartment. Even though Jules had nice looking clothes, she never had enough money to move into a nice apartment, her apartment was a bedroom and a kitchen. It was grey mostly in colour and she had never got around to painting it since she moved in. Her bedroom had a single bed and a wardrobe. Her kitchen had a fridge that was half the size of Harry’s and it had a couch over in the corner to make it look like she had some sort of a sitting room.

Harry looked up at her, and calm, yet consciously spoke; “Here, you can stay In my bed tonight I’ll sleep on the couch. You’re not going home at this time. Especially after what happened, ok?”

Jules looked up and gave him a look as if she didn’t quite hear what he had said. He was about to repeat himself when she replied, “I’m fine. My house is just down the road and I don’t want you having to sleep on the couch for me.”
Harry winked, “I could always join you”
Jules winced at the words, join you.

“I’m sorry Jules I didn’t mean it like that, I was making a poor joke.”

She tried to smile but it couldn't quite reach her eyes.

“It’s ok Harry I Know. I’ll stay actually I don’t think I could be in my filthy apartment by myself tonight, but I’m sleeping on the couch and if you argue I’ll kill you” Jules laughed at the last bit, and at last her smile reached her eyes.

Harry made the couch up for her, said goodnight and went to bed. He lay there for a while thinking over the events of the night. She must have been terrified, he thought to himself. He thought about how beautiful she looked even just sitting there on his couch in his clothes. He’d never really let girls wear his clothes, but he felt like he had to protect her now. He couldn’t shake the feeling of that after tonight his life was changed for good. The next minute he heard his door creak open, and a scared whisper come from behind the door.

“Harry” Jules whispered.

She’d had an awful nightmare about the man who had tried to rape her. She couldn’t see his face but this time nobody had come to save her she was defenceless and he was taking advantage of that. She woke up in a puddle of her own sweat. She couldn’t sleep by herself tonight. She walked up the hall, and opened Harry’s door. He knew instantly that she had had a nightmare and didn’t ask much about it.

"Ya wanna sleep with me tonight?” was all he said.

She crept into bed next to him and wrapped the blanket around her. She felt Harry’s strong arms pull her close to his warm body. She felt save in his arms, she didn’t like feeling save in someone elses arms but she couldn’t help herself. Harry was different, he had protected her and no matter what happened she would always feel save around him.