His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 12

Thea Parker

As I rouse from a heavy slumber I am first aware of the coolness of the air and it's loamy fragrance. The bed is hard as if I were laying on rocks. Shifting slightly I wince at the sudden pain on my side, moving my head a little I see that I was in a bedroom but it wasn't Harry's. I don't know if I'm still dreaming as I sit up to take in the shafts of light that burst through the gaps in the wooden canopy above. Now I'm awake, perhaps more fully awake than I've ever been. There are no paths around me and no sign of another person.

Shivering a bit I lift the blanket up only to see that I was in a baggy shirt and shorts.

Did someone change me?

The last thing I remember was stripping in front of those men and then everything else was a blur.

"You're awake." I gasp and look at the doorway to see Harry leaning against it.

"H-Harry?" I ask in confusion.

"It's me angel." He makes small steps towards me.

On instinct I scoot back against the headboard, slightly in fear.

"Hey, hey hey, I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe now." I shake my head.

"H-He hurt me."

"I know baby but I'm not him." He tries to assure me but I wasn't having it.

"Please just...Stay back." I tell him and he frowns.

"It's okay-

"No it's not okay!" I scream causing his eyes to widen.

"Angel...Just calm down-

"Don't you dare! You new what those guys were capable of and yet you let me go in there anyways."

"I know-

"No you don't know. If you knew what was going to happen in there which I'm assuming you did then you and the boys could have went and we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." I look away from him.

"Thea I'm sorry, I-I really didn't know that Carter was going to go that far."

"But he did and now look at me." My voice cracks.

"And I regret it."

"I-I don't e-ever want to do anything like that again...H-Harry please don't let me." I sob.

Suddenly I was engulfed in a pair of strong arms.

"Shh, shh, you will never have to do something like that. Ever again."

"N-Never." I repeat.

"That's right angel." He whispered.

"I'm so tired Harry."

"I know baby." I feel my body shift as I know was straddling his waist.

"Are you hungry darling?" I shake my head no.

"Thea you haven't ate in hours." He states and I groan.

"I don't wanna."

"Well you are." And with that he stands up with me wrapped around him.

"H-Harry..." I mumble sleepily.

"Shh. We're going to the kitchen." Sighing I just snuggle into his neck.

When we arrived in the kitchen I was met with the sound of soft chatter which I can only assume came from the boys. Harry tried to sit me in the chair but I refused.

"Come on Thea." He sighs.

"N-No." I object.

"I can't make you food if you don't let go of me."