Addicted

CHAPTER 6

I had no money, but I had my phone. Normally, if you were attacked, you'd call the police. But I couldn't! The police are already after me for my ‘illegal’ use of drugs, there is no way in hell I'm going to seek help from the police. So I called Harry, hoping he wasn't drunk. "Hello?" He said on the other line, his voice didn’t seem distracted or different. 'Good he's not drunk,' I thought. "Yeah, it's Brit," I replied, a little louder and quicker than I intended, I was furious, and freaked! "Somemotherfuckerjuststolemy500dollarsandI'mouthereinthestreetslostand .." "Stop you're talking to fast," Harry interrupted, "wait, why the hell were you carrying that much money in your pocket?" I felt a sob rising in my throat, Harry couldn't know. "It doesn't matter! Just come get me because I'm cold and tired and hurt and I don't know what to do." I was practically screaming at him through the phone. I heard a loud sigh from the other end of line, "the lads and I will be there soon babe" 'I'm not your babe," I quietly said to myself so Harry wouldn't hear. After mentioning what street I was on, I ended the call, and all I could do was wait out here in the cold by myself, my jaw and stomach ached from where I got hit, praying that I don't get raped or killed in the meantime. Harry finally arrived 20 minutes later, hopping out of his car and rushing to where I was crouched on the ground. "What the hell happened?" he murmured, eyeing the swollen part of my cheek. He lifted my chin up and to the right slightly with his hand, examining my cheek. He rubbed it softly, causing me to wince at the pain. He wrapped his arm around me, helping me get up; his hand absently squeezed my side, causing me to scream out loud from the pain of where I was kicked. "Don't touch me, you're just making things worst," I hissed. I separated from him, walking slowly towards his car where I could see Niall sitting in the back, Louis in the driver's seat. Harry followed, obviously ignoring my request by placing his hand softly on my back as we entered into the backseat.  I could feel him staring at me throughout the awkwardly quiet car ride. "You ok?" he whispered. "Well, I was just robbed and beaten, almost killed, but other than that, yeah I'm great!" I exclaimed, annoyed. "You know I'm trying to help. You don't have to make it obvious that you hate me, at least just thank me." "I don't hate you; I just have a strong dislike towards your famousness." I laughed a bit, I actually didn't think Harry was too bad, and he knew I thought that too. He wrapped his arm around my neck, forcing me too lean my head against his shoulder. "Just remember that you were the one who called me for help just now," he whispered, "I told you, one day you'll just fall for me." He chuckled to himself, I hated this side of Harry, but at the same time I loved it. I just shook my head, smiling a bit. I was starting to hate the fact that I actually did need him, but in a... loving type of hatred.