Losers |H.S|

Chapter 17

It seemed that I fell asleep while Harry was walking me up the stairs.

Because when I opened my eyes I was laying on my couch with him sitting right in front of my face on the coffee table. He was leaning on his knees with his hands tied together and a concerned expression. His right foot was tapping anxiously on the floor, and his jacket wasn't on his shoulders anymore. He wasn't looking at me though, he seemed lost in his mind, staring at the floor between us, because he didn't notice I was awake.

"Hey", I whispered, catching his attention immediately. His eyes snapped back to reality, and he fell on his knees to come closer to me.

"Hey baby girl, how you feelin'?", he asked, his voice sounding extra raspy than usual.

"I'm okay... I think. How long have I been off?", I wonder, cause I peeked outside the window and it was still pitch black.

"Not long actually, it's been 30 minutes tops", he answers and takes hold of my hand that it wasn't tugged under my cheek. He gives each of my knuckles a kiss and buries my small hand inside his two big ones, keeping them all close to his face. He has such perfect hands, I could just stare at them all day.

Because of exhaustion my eyes drift close unwillingly again, and I hear a long exhale coming from him that warms my fingers that are close to his mouth. I feel like I'm with one foot in reality and the other in a different dimension. Like I watch everything that happens to me from afar, but I can still feel every single detail.

He releases my hand and brings it close to my other one next to my head. I hear him standing up and shuffling a little.I feel his palm stroking the side of my head, and then he leaves one soft kiss on my left temple. He covers me with the old purple cotton blanket that I always keep near the couch, and I feel his breath near my ear.

"I'm gonna leave you to get some rest, baby girl. I'm always one call away", he rasps on my ear and slowly pulls away.

I instantly shoot my eyes open and grab his wrist with all the strength I have left in me. I didn't think about it a lot, I just acted instinctively.

"What's wrong?", he asks me with a low voice, like he's afraid he'll wake someone.

I stare into his eyes for a minute, contemplating if I should be selfish and just ask him what I want. He stares back waiting for me to speak without moving from his spot.

"Please, stay", I tell him completely out of energy.

He comes back to his previous seat on the floor in a heartbeat, holding my hand again, without breaking eye contact. My eyes are burning from exhaustion and all the crying I did, but I can't take them away from his. It's like our eyes are magnets.

"You got it, baby girl. Anything you want. What do you need me to do? Wanna go to bed?", he gives me one comforting smile.

I take a second to think about my state and what happened, and instantly I can feel that stranger's dirty hands on my body and his disgusting odor.

"I feel so dirty. I can feel his hands on me still", I say with a weak voice.

He shuts his eyes hard and his expression roughens for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath, and when he opens his eyes again, his calm face is back.

"How about you take a shower and I'll make you some tea?", he offers. My face instantly scrunches in the mention of tea. I don't want tea, I want booze.

"I'll take that as a no", he laughs a little. "Vodka?", he counter-offers with a raised brow.

"Better", I croak and start lifting myself from the couch to a seated position.